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Unveiling the Tolkienia Poetry Monument!:
Sep 24, 6:21pm
Welcome to the official unveiling of our monument. It is made from the finest stone of Essex, and I employed only the finest engravers and stonemasons. Do take plenty of pictures when you visit, and make sure you visit the other attractions too. A replica of Tolkien's house can be found a short distance towards the woods; and Orthanc has been recently refurbished into Tolkienia's gift shop. There's also a coffee shop on the 72nd floor, but good luck walking up all those stairs.
Unveiling the Tolkienia Poetry Monument!
So without further delay, I present you Tolkienia's monument!
1 - Tolkienia Monument if you can get close enough, you'll be able to see carvings of the sun, moon and stars on the Ship's sails.
2 - Replica of J.R.R. Tolkiens house - only a short distance from the Monument. Make sure you visit, an Ent was seen stopping there only yesterday!
3 - Orthanc gift ship, selling all things Tolkienia related. Some of the gifts avaiblable:
- His and her watches
- Pins and buttons
- Mugs and cups
- Neck ties
- Flip-flops and shoes
4 Al-Estel, by Brethil. This is carved onto the side face of the Monument. The full poem can be read here:
A slender stalk of tree - stands dreaming
On sloping shale - enfolded, waiting.
Seven years of looming, - of clouds and chill.
Sounds and senses dim - from seed, the womb of memory
Of time and tale - of those that come before:
Nimloth and Telperion - names echo, long removed
And roots recall a hill - so high and fair.
Snow softens now, - and syrup that is blood
Flows strong and wonders - if day has come.
If sun and ice among - those furrows melting
Are sign of life, - of promise for blossom.
Dreaming it stands - while glowing orb in the sky
Warms waiting land. - Behold a sound,
Unknown, nigh it comes. - Foot falls grate here
On this land of stone - and dying snow.
No eyes to see - yet two stand there.
No sight of silver tree, - nor of robes of glowing white;
But scent adored there is: - shade of air from Valinor.
Hear "Ye! Utuvienyes! - I have found it! Lo!"
Gentle grip yet firm - pulls the sapling free
From exile, alone - in cold and barren soil.
To white walls gleaming - water trickles, roots tingle.
Silver trumpets call, - spirits rise.
Seasons of peace - roll by and 'round again
And children tumble - on the green grass
In dapple shade - of seedling from a lonely hill.
With limbs stretched far - and open to the light,
Who sweetly flowers - and offers silent truth
Hope of Men blooms - beneath the sun, eternal.
5 The Hill, by Rembrethil. This is inscribed in gold, around the Monument's rim. The rest of the poem can be read on the next tiles, but here is a sample:
And here is the full poem:
I sit upon a hill and dream
That all is not as it does seem
Of times of old, when wind blew cold
And watchman's fires did gleam
The sun rose up above a town
Smiling as it looked down
The sun awoke, a smallish folk
As it shone on the hill's green crown
A tree upon the top did grow
Shading many that it did know
With leaves outspread, it raised its head
Above the sea of grass below
The hobbits had made their home
Deep within the soft, rich loam
Since days of yore, tunnels they bore
And now into the earthy dome
Bag End they called it by name
A Baggins lived there with his dame
For her he built, this fair hall gilt
And soon after, their child came
A fine young lad, Bilbo, strong
But something about him was wrong
No quiet child, not meek nor mild
Was he, and chased after Elvish song
In time he became master of hall
With teas and luncheons, and friends to call
He forgot the ways, of childhood days
And how he had climbed tree and wall
One day a wizard came to the Shire
To seek a person to conspire
With dwarves thirteen, who had been
Driven from home by dragon's ire
The peaceful halls rang with song
Into the night, dark and long
The dwarves made plans, to cross the lands
To avenge their hurt and wrong
The hobbit borne up in this storm
Of wrath and fury, no plans could form
Carried away, he could not stay
In his home, so nice and warm
Adventures he had in store
Of wrath and ruin, fire and war
The dragon they, set out to slay
Would in peace be left no more
The Hill wept long for it friend
Who would return, it knew not when
It empty halls, and silent walls
Were dark and deserted for days on end
But then the neighbors said
"Old Baggins must be dead"
They opened the door, to day once more
To sell his pillows, sheets and bed
But just then on the road
A pony appeared, bearing a load
Bilbo had come back, and did not lack
Tales to tell, or treasure stowed
The hill rejoiced once more to receive
His master and no longer grieve
Empty and alone, with cold hearthstone
No longer did he the halls leave
As time drew on, another came
Into the hill to live, Frodo his name
A nephew of, his master loved
And much about them was the same
A party was soon to take place
On the top of the hill's face
Bilbo's last birthday, before he went away
The sadness it felt none could erase
The time had come and Bilbo left
The old home was now bereft
Of its friend dear, and shed many a tear
It's heart in two was cleft
It still had one in cared for still
Who could its joy fulfill
Dear to the heart, a vital part
In the life of that lonely hill
But the wizard did return
And the hill, would him spurn
But he entered still, under that hill
And came under its frown stern
An ancient fear there was told
And confirmed as heated gold
In letters red, by fire fed
The dark tale did unfold
In Elder Days the Dark Lord rose
And took up arms against his foes
The Last Alliance, their defiance
With strength,strength to oppose
In the battle the Ring was won
Cut from his hand,The Ruling One
Elendil's sword, the day restored
By Isildur the deed was done
Frodo then must leave the Hill
Its sale, its cup of sorrow did fill
Abandoned by all, in the Fall
It tears it shed in the nights chill
The day came to say goodbye
But all it could do was cry
It last Friend dear, pursued by fear
To destroy evil, he must try
For many a month it wept alone
Longing for a voice it once had known
It's new master, caused the disaster
That befell land, water, and stone
In the middle of this pain
When it seemed that all was rain
Frodo returned, an old flame burned
To welcome him back to his domain
The last Baggins to to live there was he
For his hurt was too deep you see
The last ship he took, the world forsook
And was now but memory
6 Poem by Nomad
7 Poem by Meneldor. This is carved onto the other face of the Monument. The full poem can be read here:
The sigh o' the wind
Green waves heavin' high
Salt water sprayin'
The gull's lonely cry
The flap of a sail
As the prow dips 'n' rises
A sky full o' stars
Sunsets 'n' moonrises
White wavecaps a-dancin'
Black stormclouds a-risin'
The view from the masthead
Of far blue horizons
The shantyman's song
Ringin' o'er the foam
The splash o' the anchor
As we make berth at home
Can you imagine a place in creation
Where you really rather would be?
I'll give you twelve cities
And ransoms of princes and kings
And diamond filled caves
For a ship on the waves
And the joy that it brings
8 A party begins, by Ruxendil_Thoorg. This is inscribed in gold, around the Monument's rim. The rest of the poem can be read on the next tiles, but here is a sample:
They sing of old hoards
And of dragons and vengeance
Their poor host feels faint.
They tire of mutton
A new menu for three Trolls
A short rest at last
This map features moon letters
Tra la la lally!
Down to Goblin Town
You go my lads! Goblins taunt.
Glamdring has a snack.
Riddles in the dark
What have I in my pocket?
Baggins! We hates it!
Fifteen birds up there
With fire climbing after them
"Can you give a lift?"
Party at Beorn's
Then off to Mirkwood's Old Road
Bombur sure can sleep!
Dwarves strung up in webs
Bilbo gets his groove going
I shall name you Sting
Dwarves are doing time
Wood Elves frown on trespassers
Barrels out of bond.
The King has returned.
Time to find that secret door.
Don't wake the Dragon.
Smaug misses his cup
Time to burn down that Lake Town
What's this black arrow?
Lake Men want their share
Wood Elves come with as back up.
Thorin says shove off.
Arkenstone so bright
Lets see if Thorin will deal
For the mountain's heart.
Clouds that gather, burst
Goblins on their way, with Wargs
Let's team up for this.
Its a long way back
Something to put in writing
There and Back Again.
9 Once There Was a One, by The Grey Elf.
10 The Fallow Land, by The Grey Elf.
11 Speaker Simply press the button to play our most popular anthems and themes.
Click here to play Teleri Tack, to be listened to alongside Meneldor's poem.
Click here to play Tolkienia Anthem - Theatrical version created by Ruxendil_Thoorg.
Click here to play Tolkienia Anthem - Extended version created by Ruxendil_Thoorg. < ---- This is our National Anthem, is must be listened to!
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