The Death of
Boromir, part 1
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FEATURED IN
REGULAR CD
COMPLETE RECORDINGS
The Redemption of Boromir
(CR-FOTR Disc Three - Track 5)
The Death of Boromir
(CR-FOTR Disc Three - Track 6)
Faramir's memories of
Boromir
(CR-TTT Disc Two - Track 13)
closing credits
(TTT Fan Credits)
Music composed by Howard Shore
Elvish translation by David Salo
Text
(English) by J.R.R. Tolkien
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.
Sindarin
Original English Key:
Text in blue indicates language used
Text in green indicates lyrics used
Text in brown indicates lyrics not used Text in black
indicates English translation
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.
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