The Road to Mordor

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The Taming of Smagol

Lost in Emyn Muil (not in movie)

(TTT - Track 2)

Lost in Emyn Muil

Lost in Emyn Muil (not in movie)

(CR-TTT Disc One - Track 3)


Music by Howard Shore

Adapted by Fran Walsh

Translated into Sindarin by David Salo

English Text by J.R.R. Tolkien

FOTR, Book 1, Chapter VIII, Fog on the Barrow-Downs

The lyrics are from The Annotated Score of the Two Towers. Gollum also chants the first four lines in the Dead Marshes as Frodo tries to connect to Gollum's inner Hobbit, "You were not so very different from a Hobbit once, were you?"


Part of an early composition for the Lost on Emyn Muil scene, this music appeared on the OST and CR of TTT, but was not used in the movie.


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No ring cam a hn ah asg Cold be hand and heart and bone
A no ring randir chaer o mbar And cold be travelers far from home
-genir i l i caeda na nf They do not see what lies ahead
Ta i pellen anor a firnen ithil. When sun has failed and moon is dead.
Vi gwae vorn elin firithar In the black wind the stars shall die,
Bo cae lanc hen s caedathar On this bare earth here let them lie,
Tenn i vorchir gam n ortha Till the dark lord lifts his hand
Or aerath firnin a dr tharn. Over dead seas and withered land.

FOTR, Book 1, Chapter VIII, Fog on the Barrow-downs

Fran Walsh adapted a song heard by Frodo in the mound of the Barrow-wights.

Suddenly a song began: a cold murmur, rising and falling. The voice seemed far away and immeasurably dreary, sometimes high in the air and thin, sometimes like a low moan from the ground. Out of the formless stream of sad but horrible sounds, strings of words would now and again shape themselves: grim, hard, cold words, heartless and miserable. The night was railing against the morning of which it was bereaved, and the cold was cursing the warmth for which it hungered. Frodo was chilled to the marrow. After a while the song became clearer, and with dread in his heart he perceived that it had changed into an incantation:

Cold be hand and heart and bone,
and cold be sleep under stone:
never more to wake on stony bed,
never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead.
In the black wind the stars shall die,
and still on gold here let them lie,
till the dark lord lifts his hand
over dead sea and withered land.