#herefara

[whats-in-a-sentence]

We heard of the horns in the hills ringing,

the swords shining in the South-kingdom.

Steeds went striding to the Stoningland

as wind in the morning. War was kindled.

There Théoden fell, Thengling mighty,

to his golden halls and green pastures

in the Northern fields never returning,

high lord of the host. Harding and Guthláf,

Dúnhere and Déorwine, doughty Grimbold,

Herefara and Herubrand, Horn and Fastred,

fought and fell there in a far country:

in the Mounds of Mundburg under mould they lie

with their league-fellows, lords of Gondor.

Neither Hirluin the Fair to the hills by the sea,

nor Forlong the old to the flowering vales

ever, to Arnach, to his own country

returned in triumph; nor the tall bowmen,

Derufin and Duilin, to their dark waters,

meres of Morthond under mountain-shadows.

Death in the morning and at day's ending

lords took and lowly. Long now they sleep

under grass in Gondor by the Great River.

Grey now as tears, gleaming silver,

red then it rolled, roaring water:

foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset;

as beacons mountains burned at evening;

red fell the dew in Rammas Echor.

"The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King" - J.R.R. Tolkien

#book quotes #lotr #lord of the rings #trotk #the return of the king #jrr tolkien #mounds of mundburg #singing #song #battle #war #battle of the pelennor fields #gondor #riders of rohan #rohirrim

[mirielvairenen]

It's Battle of the Pelennor Fields Day, and I'm just Shook by the Rohirric poem describing the battle (it's a long one, so strap in):

We heard of the horns in the hills ringing, the swords shining in the South-kingdom. Steeds went striding to the Stoningland as wind in the morning. War was kindled. There Théoden fell, Thengling mighty, to his golden halls and green pastures in the Northern fields never returning, high lord of the host. Harding and Guthláf, Dúnhere and Déorwine, doughty Grimbold, Herefara and Herubrand, Horn and Fastred, fought and fell there in a far country: in the Mounds of Mundburg under mould they lie with their league-fellows, lords of Gondor. Neither Hirluin the Fair to the hills by the sea, nor Forlong the old to the flowering vales ever, to Arnach, to his own country returned in triumph; nor the tall bowmen, Derufin and Duilin, to their dark waters, meres of Morthond under mountain-shadows. Death in the morning and at day's ending lords took and lowly. Long now they sleep under grass in Gondor by the Great River. Grey now as tears, gleaming silver, red then it rolled, roaring water: foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset; as beacons mountains burned at evening; red fell the dew in Rammas Echor.

If you've read any early medieval battle laments, especially Anglo-Saxon or Welsh, you know this poetry. The alliteration alone is incredible! And you name the lords who died, with a short description of their life or home or death, and you weep for all the slain. When I first read LOTR, I skipped these poems because I just wanted the story, but now! Tolkien didn't have to go this hard, but he did!

#lotr #march 15th #i want to read this to a scadian bardic circle #even though we're trying to get away from him #because he's in our roots #I just want to read this aloud to people #it's so good #jolkien rolkien rolkien tolkien

[arofili]

men of middle-earth ❅ northmen ❅ headcanon disclaimer

          The Riders of Rohan were the horse-mounted warriors of the Rohirrim, divided into several éoryd led by the Marshals of the Riddermark. At the time of the War of the Ring, many riders did noble deeds and many others perished in battle.           Among the éored of Éomer who overran the Uruk-hai of Uglúk were his squire Éothain, who doubted the tale of holbytlan captured by orcs, and the warriors Gárulf, Adwig, and Ethelred, who lost their lives in the fight. The Three Hunters were given horses by Éomer, Aragorn riding Hasufel, once the steed of Gárulf, while Legolas and Gimli together rode Arod, once the steed of Adwig. Ethelred’s horse, Brego, fled the battle and ran wild, until eventually he was recovered and returned to Edoras, where Aragorn soothed him into a steed worthy of riding into battle once more.            Two valiant captains of the Riders were Grimbold of Grimslade, descendant of Grim, and Gamling the Old. Grimbold served under Théodred, Second Marshal of the Mark, and took command of the Fords of Isen after his prince fell, holding it until reinforcements arrived. Gamling, known in his youth as Baldwig, was an old man at the Battle of the Hornburg, but he was still a commanding presence and was the first to realize that orcs had penetrated the Deep through its culvert, and led the counter-attack himself.           Dúnhere, Lord of Harrowdale and nephew of Erkenbrand, served under Grimbold in the Battle of the Fords of Isen, and later rode the muster of the Rohirrim at his homeland of Harrowdale, answering the call of the King for soldiers to fight in the War. Many riders answered and all were welcomed, including Wídfara of the Wold, Herubrand and his son Herefara, the ceorl Fastwine who had served as a messenger and won the King’s favor, and many others. Wídfara joined the éored of Elfhelm, while Herubrand, Herefara, and Fastwine were invited to Théoden’s personal éored, the King’s Riders, to replace three soldiers who had fallen at Helm’s Deep.           The only warrior whose service was refused was the Lady Éowyn, the King’s sister-son, who was commanded to remain in Rohan to lead in his stead. But Éowyn would not be denied, and she disguised herself as the warrior Dernhelm and rode with the Riders to Gondor against her uncle’s orders. On the journey, she befriended Meriadoc Brandybuck, who was likewise defying Théoden’s word, and together they rode the horse Windfola into battle. In the end, the combined attack of Dernhelm and Merry were enough to slay the unkillable Witch-king of Angmar, though not in time to save the life of Théoden King.           Many men fell in the Battle of Pelennor Fields, including six of the King’s Riders: Harding and Horn, valiant men both; Herefara and his father Herubrand; the ceorl Fastred, akin to Fastwine, and Guthláf the banner-bearer. So also fell Dúnhere and Déorwine and Grimbold, mighty commanders. All were remembered in the Song of the Mounds of Mundburg, a grand poem honoring those who gave their lives fighting against the Shadow, their names going down in history alongside those of Gondor’s Captains of the Outlands who also perished on that fateful day.

#tolkienedit #lotr #eothain #garulf #grimbold #gamling #dunhere #widfara #herubrand #herefara #ceorl #eowyn #harding of rohan #horn of rohan #fastred of the king's riders #guthlaf #my edit #tefain nin #men of middle earth #northmen

[tolkienillustrations]

We heard of the horns in the hills ringing, the swords shining in the South-kingdom, Steeds went striding to the Stoningland as wind in the morning. War was kindled. There Théoden fell, Thengling mighty, to his golden halls and green pastures in the Northern fields never returning, high lord of the host. Harding and Guthláf, Dúnhere and Déorwine, doughty Grimbold, Herefara and Herubrand, Horn and Fastred, fought and fell there in a far country: in the Mounds of Mundburg under mould they lie with their league-fellows, lords of Gondor. Neither Hirluin the Fair to the hills by the sea, nor Forlong the old to the flowering vales ever, to Arnach, to his own country returned in triumph; nor the tall bowmen, Derufin and Duilin, to their dark waters, meres of Morthond under mountain-shadows. Death in the morning and at day’s ending lords took and lowly. Long now they sleep under grass in Gondor by the Great River. Grey now as tears, gleaming silver, red then it rolled, roaring water: foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset; as beacons mountains burned at evening; red fell the dew in Rammas Echor.

Song of the Mounds of Mundburg

#LOTR #Tolkien #Battle of the Pelennor Fields #Theoden #Quotes #Rohirrim #RED FELL THE DEW IN RAMMAS ECHOR

[hallothere]

not Herefara.....

#I’m gonna Just Tag these pelennor posting #lotro #pelennor posting #im dyin

[angelmizukimiriam]

Historias de la Tierra Media

La balada de los túmulos de Mundburgo (inglés):

"We heard of the horns in the hills ringing, the swords shining in the South-kingdom. Steeds went striding to the Stoningland as wind in the morning. War was kindled. There Théoden fell, Thengling mighty, to his golden halls and green pastures in the Northern fields never returning, high lord of the host. Harding and Guthláf Dúnhere and Déorwine, doughty Grimbold, Herefara and Herubrand, Horn and Fastred, fought and fell there in a far country: in the Mounds of Mundburg under mould they lie with their league-fellows, lords of Gondor. Neither Hirluin the Fair to the hills by the sea, nor Forlong the old to the flowering vales ever, to Arnach, to his own country returned in triumph; nor the tall bowmen, Derufin and Duilin, to their dark waters, meres of Morthond under mountain-shadows. Death in the morning and at day’s ending lords took and lowly. Long now they sleep under grass in Gondor by the Great River. Grey now as tears, gleaming silver, red then it rolled, roaring water: foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset; as beacons mountains burned at evening; red fell the dew in Rammas Echor."

J.R.R. Tolkien

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La balada de los túmulos de Mundburgo (inglés): " Escuchamos de los cuernos en las colinas sonando, las espadas brillando en el reino sur. Steeds se fue a la pista de Stoningland como viento en la mañana. La guerra fue encendida. Allí cayó Théoden, Thenging poderoso, a sus pasillos dorados y verdes pastos en los campos del norte nunca regresan, Señor alto del anfitrión. Harding y Guthláf Dúnhere y Déorwine, doughty Grimbold, Herefara y Herubrand, Horn y Fastred, Luchó y cayó allí en un país lejano: en los Montes de Mundburg bajo moldes se encuentran con sus compañeros de liga, señores de Gondor. Ni Hirluin la feria a las colinas junto al mar, ni a los viejos a los vales de flores alguna vez, a Arnach, a su propio país regresó en triunfo; ni los altos bowmen, Derufin y Duilin, a sus aguas oscuras, Meres de Morthond bajo sombras de montaña. Muerte en la mañana y al final del día Señores tomados y humildes. Mucho tiempo ahora duermen Bajo la hierba en Gondor junto al río Great. Gris ahora como lágrimas, plata brillante, rojo luego rolló, agua rugiendo: espuma teñida con sangre flamada al atardecer; como las montañas de balizas quemadas por la noche; Rojo cayó el rocío en Rammas Echor."

#Tolkien Historias Canciones LOTR TierraMedia

[poems-quotes-etc]

The Return of the King Book 5 Quote 7

We heard of the horns in the hills ringing,

The swords shining in the South – kingdom.

Steeds went striding to the Stoning land

As wind in the morning. War was kindled.

There Théoden fell, Thengling mighty,

To his golden halls and green pastures

In the Northern fields never returning,

High lord of the host. Harding and Guthláf,

Dúnhere and Déorwine, doughty Grimbold,

Herefara and Herubrand, Hor and Fastred,

Fought and fell there in a far country:

In the Mounds of Mundburg under mould they lie

With their league – fellows, lords of Gondor.

Neither Hirluin the fair to the hills by the sea,

Nor Forlong the old to flowering vales

Ever, to Arnach, to his own country

Returned in triumph; nor the tall bowmen,

Derufin and Duilin, to their dark waters,

Meres of Morthond under mountain – shadows.

Death in the morning and at day’s ending

Lords took and lowly. Long now they sleep

Under grass in Gondor by the Great River.

Grey now as tears, gleaming silver,

Red then it rolled, roaring water:

Foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset;

As beacons mountains burned at evening;

Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor.

Page 831 paperback complete series book

(JRR Tolkien)

#the return of the king #the lord of the rings #jrr tolkien