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Soccer players from Africa sit in a group on stairs. Its letters were entirely made for carving on wood, stone or metal, hence their angular forms and straight lines. These letters were named cirth sing. The assignment of values was unsystematic. The form of a certh consisted of a stem and a branch.
The attachment of the branch was, if on one side only, usually made on the right side. The reverse was not infrequent, but had no phonetic significance. Two basic principles were followed:. The Dwarves working for Thingol liked them and adopted them, making them known also in the East. These additional letters were used to represent sounds not found in Sindarin, but present in the tongues of other peoples.
The Angerthas Daeron was used primarily for carved inscriptions. For most other forms of written communication the Tengwar were used. Dwarves first came to know the runes of the Noldor during the beginning of the Second Age.
They modified them to suit the specific needs of their language, Khuzdul. The Dwarves spread their revised alphabet to Moria, where it came to be known as Angerthas Moria. The Dwarves developed both carved and pen-written forms of the runes. Travelling for trading, they spread their alphabet throughout Middle-earth: as a result, variations of Angerthas Moria were employed by other races for their languages.
These are the runes most often used in The Lord of the Rings. The Dwarves developed even pen-written cursive forms, since they used them exclusively in any form of writing communication, even in paper.
At the beginning of the Third Age, the Dwarves were driven out of Moria. There he founded his Dwarf-kingdom. There the Angerthas Moria was modified further and some new cirth were added, but some reverted to their Elvish usage, thus creating the Angerthas Erebor variation.
This mode was used in Westron by Dwarves and is the mode used in The Hobbit and this transcriber. Songs and Poems on this page from J. An excellent arrangement by Clamavi De Profundis. The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No words were laid on stream or stone When Durin woke and walked alone. He named the nameless hills and dells; He drank from yet untasted wells; He stooped and looked in Mirrormere, And saw a crown of stars appear, As gems upon a silver thread, Above the shadows of his head.
A king he was on carven throne In many-pillared halls of stone With golden roof and silver floor, And runes of power upon the door. The light of sun and star and moon In shining lamps of crystal hewn Undimmed by cloud or shade of night There shone for ever fair and bright. There hammer on the anvil smote There chisel clove, and graver wrote; There forged was blade, and bound was hilt; The delver mined, the mason built.
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale, And metal wrought like fishes' mail, Buckler and corslet, axe and sword, And shining spears were laid in hoard. Unwearied then were Durin's folk; Beneath the mountains music woke: The harpers harped, the minstrels sang, And at the gates the trumpets rang.
But still the sunken stars appear In dark and windless Mirrormere; There lies his crown in water deep, Till Durin wakes again from sleep. Another excellent arrangement by Clamavi De Profundis Note that the first and last verses of Song of Durin are inserted after verse 9. Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells. For ancient king and elvish lord There many a gleaming golden hoard They shaped and wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung The flowering stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, in twisted wire They meshed the light of moon and sun. Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold. Goblets they carved there for themselves And harps of gold; where no man delves There lay they long, and many a song Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light. The mountain smoked beneath the moon; The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall Beneath his feet, beneath the moon. Far over the misty mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim We must away, ere break of day, To win our harps and gold from him!
The wind was on the withered heath, but in the forest stirred no leaf: there shadows lay be night or day, and dark things silent crept beneath. The wind came down from mountains cold, and like a tide it roared and rolled; the branches groaned, the forest moaned, and leaves were laid upon the mould.
The wind went on from West to East; all movement in the forest ceased, but shrill and harsh across the marsh its whistling voices were released. The grasses hissed, their tassels bent, the reeds were rattling--on it went o'er shaken pool under heavens cool where racing clouds were torn and rent.
It passed the Lonely Mountain bare and swept above the dragon's lair: there black and dark lay boulders stark and flying smoke was in the air. It left the world and took its flight over the wide seas of the night. The moon set sail upon the gale, and stars were fanned to leaping light. Under the Mountain dark and tall The King has come unto his hall! His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread, And ever so his foes shall fall.
The sword is sharp, the spear is long, The arrow swift, the Gate is strong; The heart is bold that looks on gold; The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong. On silver necklaces they strung The light of stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, from twisted wire The melody of harps they wrung.
The mountain throne once more is freed! Come haste! The king of friend and kin has need. Here at the Gates the king awaits, His hands are rich with gems and gold. The king is come unto his hall Under the Mountain dark and tall. The Worm of Dread is slain and dead, And ever so our foes shall fall! Yet another excellent arrangement by Clamavi De Profundis. Aragorn: Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight? From the high walls westward I looked afar, But you came not from the empty lands where no men are. Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve. Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!
Aragorn: From the Gate of the Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls, And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls. What news of Boromir the bold?
For he is long away. There many foes he fought, His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought. His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest, And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast. O Lady clear! O Queen beyond the Western Seas! O light to us that wander here Amid the world of woven trees! Software Images icon An illustration of two photographs.
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