The Death of Boromir, part 1

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Parth Galen

The Redemption of Boromir

(CR-FOTR Disc Three - Track 5)


The Departure of Boromir

The Death of Boromir

(CR-FOTR Disc Three - Track 6)


The Sons of the Steward

Faramir's memories of Boromir

(CR-TTT Disc Two - Track 13)

Faramir's Dream

closing credits

(TTT Fan Credits)




Music composed by Howard Shore

Elvish translation by David Salo

Text (English) by J.R.R. Tolkien
TTT, Book 4, Chapter V, The Window on the West

This music is heard just before Boromir is wounded and the first line is sung again just after Boromir dies. The Complete Recordings of the FOTR contains an extra phrase of singing that is not in the movie. It does not appear on the FOTR Soundtrack CD. Lyrics and name from the FOTR Annotated Score.


The music heard while the wounded Boromir fights the Uruk-hai is The Death of Boromir, part 2. (For a full accounting of Boromir's Amon Hen music, go HERE.)


Sung by The London Voices.


Original English


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Ú-velin i vegil

I do not love the bright sword

an eigas

for its sharpness

Egor i bilin

Nor the arrow

a lin(nas)

for its swiftness

Egor i vaethor

Nor the Warrior

an aglar

for his glory

Melin i mar i beriar.

I love the homeland which they defend.

TTT, Book 4, Chapter V, The Window on the West

Faramir says this to Frodo after they both agree they would not want to control or own the Ring.

`For myself,' said Faramir, 'I would see the White Tree in flower again in the courts of the kings, and the Silver Crown return, and Minas Tirith in peace: Minas Anor again as of old, full of light, high and fair, beautiful as a queen among other queens: not a mistress of many slaves, nay, not even a kind mistress of willing slaves. War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Númenor; and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom. Not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise.