Another Way Round

[Estelyn Telcontar]

Can we have a hint please?

[HerenIstarion]

I may give a hint by quoting Pink Floyd, I suppose:

"the wall was too high, he could not break through..."

he in the quote being Prosaist. But he was trying to avoid the necessity of breaking through the newly built wall anyways.

[HerenIstarion]

Well, additional help, as it may be:

Prosaist in question was apt not to force his way through the wall, though he had appropriate means to, but to negotiate the share of what was behind the wall. The person he was addressing was behind said wall too.

[The Saucepan Man]

Ah, so Bard is the Prosaist then. I haven't the book to hand, but it goes something like:

"Thieves we are not," said Bard. "We will give you your own in return for our own"

Edit: Ah, now I have my book. The quote is:

We are not thieves," Bard answered. "Your own we will give back in return for our own."

[HerenIstarion]

that's the chap. go ahead

[The Saucepan Man]

Thanks HI.

This may take some searching:

"Nay, nay, 'tis possible you may not ask me, slave," she whispered. "You haven't missed our solitary silence outside the Tower of Cirith Ungol. A wilderness of giants: it wasn't there that Saruman went, but has no wish to leave. They wanted to do more then than find a camel."

[HerenIstarion]

it certainly has. I personally feel like a hint

[Estelyn Telcontar]

I second that motion - it sounds like it should be a Gollum quote, beginning with "yes, yes" and including "master", but I have searched and not been able to find it.

[The Saucepan Man]

The quote is not from LotR, though it was said during the period covered by that book ...

[Estelyn Telcontar]

Aaaaaaaaaaaah!! Tricksy Master Saucy!! I found it in the Unfinished Tales, 'The Hunt for the Ring' - Wormtongue is speaking to the Lord of the Nazgûl:

'Yea, yea, verily I can tell you, Lord,' he said. 'I have overheard their speech together in Isengard. The land of the Halflings: it was thence that Gandalf came, and desires to return. He seeks now only a horse.'

[The Saucepan Man]

Hehe! Well done, Esty. That's the one.

Please proceed ...

[Estelyn Telcontar]

Here's a fast and easy one:

Warm was foot or brain or flesh, or warm was waking above water

[Evisse the Blue]

"Cold be hand and heart and bone,
And cold be sleep under stone"

[Estelyn Telcontar]

That's right, Evisse - your turn!

[Evisse the Blue]

"You taught Miss Esmeralda that before you are old. You never heard from her poetry unlike this, failing to notice when you never wanted to see any Orcs."

[Estelyn Telcontar]

That's Sam on Weathertop, speaking of the lay The Fall of Gil-Galad:

I learned it from Mr. Bilbo when I was a lad. He used to tell me tales like that, knowing how I was always one for hearing about Elves.

[Evisse the Blue]

Therefore please continue.

[Estelyn Telcontar]

Here's a new one:

If morning out of Mordor is red
her handprints under the Sea are seen;
after the sunset she came here
off stay short with much silence.

[HerenIstarion]

easy

When evening in the Shire was grey
his footsteps on the Hill were heard;
before the dawn he went away
on journey long without a word.

[Estelyn Telcontar]

Wow! That was fast, HI! Well, I'm sure yours will be more difficult to find out...

[HerenIstarion]

we shall see

Life we can take undeservedly or deservedly, but patronymics he well give us not of aristocrats, or officials, or slavemasters

it is easy, after all

edit: PS for Evisse - it is not from the Hobbit, chapter 15, by the way

[Estelyn Telcontar]

Ah, this one is familiar, though it took me a few minutes to realize that it's from the Silmarillion. Beren says to Thingol:

Death you can give me earned or unearned; but the names I will not take from you of baseborn, nor spy, nor thrall.

[HerenIstarion]

Proceed, for you earned the right and deservedly are entitled to

[Estelyn Telcontar]

Try this one:

Above the Sea light or short
The Queen has gone from her boudoir!
Her friend is not alive, the Eagle of Anticipation,
Nor never her friends will not rise.

[Evisse the Blue]

"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."

PS for Evisse - it is not from the Hobbit, chapter 15, by the way

. No, but this one is. LOL!

[Estelyn Telcontar]

That's the correct quote, Evisse - though you didn't mention the speaker(s)...

[Evisse the Blue]

The speakers are the dwarves singing their little victory song.
Now for the next versified roundabout:

Stillness will be on her naked scalp,
The dunes afar from her will dim,
Close by, we heard her weak and foul,
Come crawling like a rat.

[HerenIstarion]

a little hint, perhaps?

[Evisse the Blue]

Famous ballad from LOTR.

[HerenIstarion]

o la la. thanks . as I'm stuck on chapter 15 of the Hobbit, in your recent quizzing you seem to drool (if I may be allowed to use an expression) over Legolas . So Legolas it is, with the song of Nimrodel:

The wind was in his flowing hair,
The foam about him shone;
Afar they saw him strong and fair
Go riding like a swan.

[Evisse the Blue]

lol, that was just about as uninentional as your chapter 15 fixation...unintentional but maybe not entirely meaningless, as any psychoanalyst would not lose the opportunity to warn us...

Anyway - you're up!

[HerenIstarion]

Well, whatever Freid may have had to say, Huisinga rules in this thread. Victor Ludorum to go on, and next is up

Heated burning Sand can't be rubbed at ease
Up their replete salience. Be they fakely sad!
Worse by far is Coke, once some food they lease
Icy Sands are worst if rubbed on their head

[The Saucepan Man]

First I got this:

Cold icy earth may be struck with difficulty
Down our empty irrelevance. Are we genuinely happy?
Water is no better, when no drink we buy
Warm earth is better if struck under our feet

Which, of course, made no sense at all. But then it led me to this:

O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
but better is Beer, if drink we lack,
And Water Hot poured down the back.

Which is one of Bilbo's favourite bath-songs, as sung by Pippin at Crickhollow. And, by Jove, I do believe it's the answer.

[HerenIstarion]

spot on! Over to you

[The Saucepan Man]

How about this rather sad piece:

But then I see his silent hands,
And distinctly oblivious to the creeping chill,
Humourless I climb,
And eventually maintaining equilibrium
I pull him onboard, but shallow he breathes,
And finds his solemn death
As he had expected, Don’t be silly!

[HerenIstarion]

that took a while, but I've found it nevertheless

And when He hears their tapping feet,
Or faintly feels the sudden heat,
With smile
HE dives,
And promptly turning upside-down
He tips them off, and deep they drown,
And lose their silly lives
To their surprise,
Be wise!

HIM being Fastitocalon

[The Saucepan Man]

That's the one. You're up, H-I.

[HerenIstarion]

well thank you

here we go again:

Water, water stone and sand
Swell and stifle! Whistling rifle!
Darken the day for them to despair
Derry dol!

Sow and reap us, gather and heap us
After cheeks pale and their breaths rale
After horn shows and hide peels
Meat denses and blood heals
And fires leap
Over the earth!

And giants will live!
So dark the day for them to despair
Derry dol!
Dol derry dol!
Derry dol!

[The Saucepan Man]

... is of course ya hey!

It's the Goblin's song while setting fire to the trees in which Gandalf, Bilbo, Thorin and Co took had taken refuge:

Burn, burn tree and fern!
Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch
To light the night for our delight,
Ya hey!

Bake and toast ‘em, fry and roast ‘em!
Till beards blaze, and eyes glaze;
Till hair smells and skins crack,
Fat melts, and bones black
In cinders lie
Beneath the sky!

So dwarves shall die,
And light the night for our delight!
Ya hey!
Ya-harri-hey!
Ya hoy!

[HerenIstarion]

yes of course