A filk of Simon & Garfunkel's "Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard" written for Gwynnyd's anniversary, because she put the idea of the pairing in my head. Blame her. This song straddles the line between PG13 and R, depending on how you read certain phrases, and is likely to squick the easily squickable. You have been warned.
Oh tril-lil-lil-lolly, the valley is jolly, or so the Elves are saying,
The bannocks, they bake as the last daylight fades, and the Dwarves don't need persuading.
It's a short reprieve, just a short reprieve,
I should be relieved by this short reprieve.
Well, the sun's heading down and the Elves gather round as they drown us in their fair song.
Nice though this hall be, it's just not for me; it's not quite where I belong.
I'm on my way, I don't know why I'm goin;
I'm on my way, t'ward that boy with the raven-black hair.
Goodbye Elrond, and your Hall all of Fire;
For me and Estel it's down to the Bruinen.
Just me and the Dunadan, down by the Bruinen.
But Elladan saw what there just ain't no call for a child and a dwarf to share
And our lips pulled apart, but we knew in our hearts that we should've had us a care.
Soon I'm on my way, I don't know where I'm goin,
But I'm on my way, far from that boy with the raven-black hair.
Goodbye Elrond, and that boy I desire,
For me and Estel met down by the Bruinen.
Oh, me and the Dunadan, down by the Bruinen.
Me and the Dunadan, down by the Bruinen.
(a "Lyrics/a a #m"MIDI/a)
