Si hay una película libro y demás que adore es todo lo relacionado con el Señor de los Anillos. Recuerdo cuando era niña y mi papá siempre me contaba cuentos inventados por el, pero con los personajes de Tolkien, Frodo, los Jinetes Negros y demás. Así que cuando tuve unos años más y encontré los libros, literalmente los devoré. Me levantaba a las 6 de la mañana y no dejaba de leer hasta las 12 o 1, recuerdo que la trilogía la leí en 2 días jajaja y luego la releí varias veces. El hobbit es uno de los libros que no poseo (tengo el Simarilion y el grande que reúne los tres libros con ilustraciones), pero puedo decir que me gusta mucho la película (aunque asumo que habrá muchos trozos que se comieron como con el Señor de los Anillos, como Tom Bombadil :/). Esta canción pertenece a la primera parte de las películas del Hobbit, lleva por nombre The Misty Mountains Cold. Dejo la version de la pelicula y la extendida.
The Mysti Mountains Cold
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold
The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale
And men they looked up with faces pale;
The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
