Ну что ж, раз уж мы начали открывать всякие клубы, то пора и мне, наверно, выйти из укрытия и вспомнить, чья я собственно Миссис
Давайте тут говорить про Фродо и Вуда в роли Фродо.
А начать я хочу со стиха, который хоть и по-английски, но очень точно передает мои чувства по этому поводу... (перевести не могу адекватно, а по-русски ничего подобной силы не видела, так что извините пожалуйста). Этот стих был написан в честь 500-го постинга в треде Гарема Фродо, после чего тот тред вскоре раздулся до 5000. Так что, может, и у нас получится.
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Стих Niphredil, с форума Imladris.
THE FLAME STILL BURNS
(For the Keepers of the Flame! A Harem Song to celebrate the 500th Reply to the “Elijah Wood AHHHHHH!HHHHH!!!!!!!!1!!!” Thread”).
To the tune of the song of the same name from the film “Still Crazy” starring William Nighy.
I
Read a book long ago
At the time did not know
What was stirring
In my soul; for I was struck to the core
And my heart was in awe
And in yearning –
For that day
I had encountered a boy
Whose sweetness put Hamlet to shame.
And since then
I have met princes and knights
But our Ringbearer makes them look tame.
And the Flame still burns
As bright now as then
For our high-minded friend
Yes the Flame still burns
For the boy on that Quest
Who sailed to the West
Long ago.
Long ago, yeah -
(Guitar).
Sam
Saw that light burning clear
In the face of his friend, who lay resting.
And they
Faced the trauma and fear:
This was no case of juvenile questing.
For they trod
The paths of peril and care
Through a love that could never be broken
Into hell
And to the brink of despair;
Their devotion too deep to be spoken.
And the Flame still burns
Yes, it flames in my soul
Like the Ringbearer’s goal
Oh the Flame still burns
Like that great wheel of fire
Or the hearths of the Shire
Long ago.
(Guitar).
Keep it burning, keep those embers turning
Keep it glowing, keep this thread still going!
Ahhhhhhhh, keep it burning!
Ahhhhhhhh, keep it burning!
And the Flame still burns
For our love for that boy
Naught on earth can destroy
Yes, the Flame still burns
He’s a glass filled with light
For those who have sight
Yes the Flame still burns
For that pitying heart
And the soul torn apart
Oh the Flame still burns
For Primula’s son, who carried the One
To its doom -
To its doom ...