The Song of Beren and Lúthien - Clamavi De Profundis

Please check out our Patreon page! We are very grateful for your support of our music! Help support our channel! Please check out our new merchandise! Get our logo on shirts, mugs, phone cases and more! Twitter: We greatly appreciate our viewers and thank you all for your support of our music! Here is our version of . Tolkien’s poem, “The Song of Beren and Lúthien!“ We hope you enjoy it:) A note on our interpretation: This piece brought us to a new place artistically, as we have never before told a love story. In our opinion, . Tolkien’s story of Beren and Luthien is one of the truest and purest tales of love ever told. It was our honor to carefully craft this work to give our interpretation of the story and the beautiful poetry as recited by Aragorn in the Fellowship of the Ring. This piece combines the melodies written by one of us long ago with new melodies and a new setting by another of us. Thus, a theme of old and new was born, as there are multiple melodies from the past combined with those never before heard in this piece. Word painting is a favorite compositional method of ours, so many of the melodic and expressive decisions made are based on that approach. For example, when the words “music welling underground” are heard, the bass instruments come to life on the word “underground”. There are many similar examples throughout the song. See if you can hear them! Finally, it is worth noting our decision to draw attention to the presence of Luthien in this song. This song may admittedly be more from the approach of Beren than from Luthien’s, for whenever Luthien is present, the song sounds more alive, complete, hopeful. When she is absent, the soundscape is colder, barer and starker. We hope you enjoy this piece! Thanks so much for your support of our music! We are unable to get permission to sell this song so we are posting it here free for your enjoyment. If you want a copy of the mp3, we are offering it to those who support us on Patreon! Unfortunately there was a technical difficulty with our original upload, so we are re-posting our song in a simplified format. My brothers composed and arranged the piece. My family sang it. Please no bad language in the comments. We want this to be family friendly:) Lyrics: The Song of Beren and Lúthien The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinúviel was dancing there To music of a pipe unseen, And light of stars was in her hair, And in her raiment glimmering. There Beren came from mountains cold, And lost he wandered under leaves, And where the Elven-river rolled He walked alone and sorrowing. He peered between the hemlock-leaves And saw in wonder flowers of gold Upon her mantle and her sleeves, And her hair like shadow following. Enchantment healed his weary feet That over hills were doomed to roam; And forth he hastened, strong and fleet, And grasped at moonbeams glistening. Through woven woods in Elvenhome She lightly fled on dancing feet, And left him lonely still to roam In the silent forest listening. He heard there oft the flying sound Of feet as light as linden-leaves, Or music welling underground, In hidden hollows quavering. Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves, And one by one with sighing sound Whispering fell the beachen leaves In the wintry woodland wavering. He sought her ever, wandering far Where leaves of years were thickly strewn, By light of moon and ray of star In frosty heavens shivering. Her mantle glinted in the moon, As on a hill-top high and far She danced, and at her feet was strewn A mist of silver quivering. When winter passed, she came again, And her song released the sudden spring, Like rising lark, and falling rain, And melting water bubbling. He saw the elven-flowers spring About her feet, and healed again He longed by her to dance and sing Upon the grass untroubling. Again she fled, but swift he came. Tinúviel! Tinúviel! He called her by her elvish name; And there she halted listening. One moment stood she, and a spell His voice laid on her: Beren came, And doom fell on Tinúviel That in his arms lay glistening. As Beren looked into her eyes Within the shadows of her hair, The trembling starlight of the skies He saw there mirrored shimmering. Tinúviel the elven-fair, Immortal maiden elven-wise, About him cast her shadowy hair And arms like silver glimmering. Long was the way that fate them bore, O’er stony mountains cold and grey, Through halls of ireon and darkling door, And woods of nightshade morrowless. The Sundering Seas between them lay, And yet at last they met once more, And long ago they passed away In the forest singing sorrowless.