Thank you, thank you!
*bow* *happy teunce*
*realizes with trepidation that he has more icon slots now*
Ruh-oh, LJ is become like unto GJ... :-O
I'd love to thank you with a custom icon, filk, or (when I can marshal the time, resources, and knowledge) vid. If you'd like to identify yourelf, please e-mail me privately.
Otherwise - you know what they say:
When you are blessed with too many people to thank, then thank God!
Happy New Year 2005, everyone!
Here, have a Red Songbook of Westmarch parody filk:
to the tune of GLORY DAYS by Bruce Springsteen
(as sung by Nôwê Círdan, guardian of the Grey Havens, in the Second Age)
Friday, December 31, 2004 by William H. Hsu
Author's note: This was originally attributed to Ereinion Gil-Galad, Noldo of Beleriand, but there were too many anachronisms, not to mention the lyrics getting a little spotty with him having late-night drinks with his great aunt. I decided historical accuracy was more important than having the singer be a Noldo. :-D
Thanks to Demosthenes and David Salo for the corrections!
I had a friend was a big ballad maker
Back in Hithlum
He could write circles around us
Make you weep like a fool
Saw him the other night at Amon Ereb
I was pulling in, he was sailing out
We went up ashore, poured us a horn of mead
But all he kept singing about was
Well they passed us by
Gone with the Noldor pride
Elder days... ohh, elder days
Well, there's a lady lives out east
Back in Aman she could turn all the boys' heads
Sometimes of an evening I'll stop by
and have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed
Her and her husband Telly live in a flet
I guess it's an Age gone by now
We just sit around talking about the Lonely Isle,
She says when she feels like crying
she starts laughing
My buddy Gwin fought for Felagund
They say he was bold
When he came back from Angband's depths
They told him he looked old
Him and his brother used to hunt the woods
Shot down orc and hind
But he sat down to brood there in Nargothrond
Oh, you know what was on his mind?
Yeah, goin' back
He says alas and alack
Elder days... woah, elder days
Now I think I'm going down by the Sea tonight
and I'll drink like a thirsty dwarf
And I hope come next Age I don't sit around thinking about it
till I trip and fall right over the wharf
Yeah, just sitting back trying to recall
the honor of the Eldalië
Well time slips away
and leaves you with nothing mister but
epic stories and ancient lays...
REPEAT CHORUS TWICE
Edit, 05:25 CST: Does anyone know how I can increase the number of slots in my links list beyond the 30 given? I am currently using an unmodded Component style. Thanks in advance!
Eighth Day of Christmas, following my personal LJ tradition (started in 2003):
O Little Town of Bethlehem (1868) - music by Lewis Redner (1831-1908), lyrics by Rector Phillips Brooks (1835-1903)
from the Christmas Carols site