Ainulindalë, the story of Creation, can be found in its entirety in The Silmarillion.

Tom Bombadil is a character in the books, he is not seen in the movie. So, if you don't know whom I'm talking about, don't sweat it. Just know that he was a little eccentric dude that the hobbits met going to Bree.

The Lament of Gil-galad was first written in Quenya and translated by Bilbo Baggins. Samwise Gamgee then learns it but the only part he sings is that short piece. The lay itself is never sung in its entirety. Accounts of the War of Wrath can be found in The Silmarillion.

The traveling song is of Bilbo Baggins creation and is sung by the Hobbits on their journey to Bree.

The ending traveling song is of Bilbo Baggins creation and is also sung by the Hobbits on their journey to Bree.

I created none of the songs sung here. All songs are taken right out of the book. I would put up page numbers but every book is different.

Enjoy
Reona

The Sound of Music



The Library was one of the largest rooms in the house of Rivendell. Wide bars of colored light shone on the wooden floors from the tall stained glass windows. The upper floor was lined with endless shelves of books and the lower floor had many desks for people to sit in while they made use of the collection. One such desk was occupied by a lone Elf, sitting just beyond a bar of red light. The Elf had several pieces of paper before him and an open book, carefully making notes upon what he read. A mithril circlet sat upon his head and his long dark hair was ornately pleated with gold threads woven into the pattern. He wore a silver high collar tunic with a dark blue mantel over it, golden threads interlaced into the cloth. A silver brooch with a dark blue stone sat at his throat and a ring of similar design was on his right hand, occasionally swirling with the colored stained glass light as the Elf moved his hand.

Elrond Peredhil frowned slightly in concentration, turning back a few pages in the book he was reading to check his information. He dipped his quill into the ink again and neatly made a few more notes on the paper before setting it aside to dry. Pulling a new sheet toward him, Elrond continued to make his notes, filling the page with his fine script.

Through the open arches and doorway poured the pure sound of a flute, making Elrond pause for a moment. He turned his head slightly, listening to the music. A harp soon joined the first instrument and Elrond lifted his head from the desk completely. Singing and music were a common thing in the valley but as Elrond set down his pen and stood he thought he recognized this particular song. He walked across the bars of light, following the music up some stairs and along a terrace. Elrond leaned over the railing, looking into the garden below and searching for the music's origin. Finding no one, he moved around the corner and continued looking.

Under a tree in the garden closest to the Library, Elrond finally spotted where the music was coming from and a smile pulled at his lips. Glorfindel, Erestor, Elladan, Elrohir, and Aragorn were all sitting on a blanket under a shady tree, a flute and a harp in the two elder's possessions. Elrond stopped and stood, listening to the soft lay that his friends were playing. He closed his eyes, letting some old but happy memories wash over him. "Ada!" Elrond started a bit and opened his eyes, having not realized that the music had stopped. Elrohir was standing and waving at him from the gardens. The Elf lord's keen ears easily caught his son calling to him. "Come and join us, Ada!"

Elrond raised one hand in acknowledgment and turned toward the stairs. He entered the garden through an archway and crossed the lawn to where the others were waiting. "You did this on purpose." Elrond accused his two friends when he reached them. The twins and Aragorn broke out into grins and looked meaningfully at each other.

Glorfindel twilled on his flute, sounding like a bird, then lowered his instrument. "What, my lord? Are you accusing us of playing music to get you out of that stuffy, stifling, dusty, and uncomfortable Library? Well, I have no idea what you mean." The blond Elf smiled and lifted his flute back to his lips.

Erestor chuckled, plucking at the strings of his harp. "Come now, Glorfindel, the Library is not like that at all. It really is quite nice." Erestor winced as Glorfindel released a high pitched note on his flute in retaliation.

Aragorn stood and pulled on Elrond's hand. "Come, Elrond, sit with us." he urged.

Elrond allowed himself to be pulled to the ground next to the boy. "So, what exactly are we doing here?" asked the Elf lord as he settled himself.

"Aragorn wanted to hear some of the old songs, Ada." answered Elladan.

"Only Erestor refuses to sing." added Elrohir. Erestor turned a little red as everyone looked at him.

"And Glorfindel can't sing because he's using a flute." said Aragorn.

"Let me guess. You all thought I could sing the songs instead." said Elrond. They nodded their heads while Erestor tried to sink into the ground. The Elf lord stared at his adviser for a moment. "Very well, your plan has worked. I will sing the songs. You may stop cringing, Erestor." The twins burst into laugher at Erestor's miserable look. Elrond chuckled and hugged Aragorn. "What song would you like to hear first, Aragorn?"

The human boy's pink tongue stuck out in thought. "Ainulindalë." Aragorn finally announced.

"Ah, the story of Creation." said Glorfindel. "Good choice." He tested a few notes on his flute.

"A good choice indeed." added Elrond. Erestor and Glorfindel paused and then waited for Elrond's nod to begin the music. The Elf lord sang of how before the world existed, the Ainur made a Great Music that went out into the Void and that it was Void no longer. Illuvatar showed the Ainur a vision that their music had wrought and then He gave that vision Being by uttering the word 'Eä'.

Aragorn clapped enthusiastically when Elrond finished. "What next?" asked Erestor, strumming lightly on his harp.

Elrohir jumped up from his seat with a smile on his face. "Let's sing the Troll Song!" he cried.

"Troll Song?" asked Erestor, confused.

Elrond moaned and covered his face with his hands as his sons stood and linked arms. "Oh no." The twins began to swing each other around, singing loudly.

Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,
And munched and mumbled a bare old bone;
For many a year he had gnawed it near,
For meat was hard to come by.
Done by! Gum by!
In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone,
And meat was hard to come by.

Up came Tom with his big boots on
Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon?'
For it looks like the shin 'o my Uncle Tim,
As should be a-lyin' in graveyard.
Caveyard! Paveyard!
This many a year has…

"Please! Stop!" cried Glorfindel. "It hurts!" The twins stopped and looked at the others. Their father, Glorfindel, and Erestor all had their hands over their ears and Aragorn was just staring at them.

"Alright." relented Elrohir. "How about this one?"

Hop along, my little friends, up the Withywindle!
Tom's going on ahead candle for to kindle.
Down west sinks the Sun; soon you will be groping.

"Stop this minute!" cried Elrond. Elladan and Elrohir froze and everyone sighed. "If I never have that man in this house again, it will be too soon." the Elf lord muttered.

"Tom Bombadil always was a bit much, wasn't he." said Glorfindel.

"A bit?" muttered Erestor.

"Who's Tom Bombadil?" asked Aragorn.

"Someone I don't want you to meet until you're older. Much older." answered Elrond firmly. He pointed sharply at his sons. "If I hear any of those tavern songs come out of you, I will glue your mouths shut."

The twin gulped. "Yes, Ada." they said together.

"Honestly, I've never met a Man with a dirtier mouth." muttered Elrond.

Glorfindel snickered but silenced himself at Elrond's glare. "Quickly Aragorn, pick another song." the blond Elf urged.

"Umm, how about the Lament of Gil-galad." said the child.

Elrond's hands fisted in his lap and then released. The twins tensed and shifted about nervously. Glorfindel cast a quick glance at Elrond. "Aragorn, maybe you could…"

Elrond held up a hand, stopping the blond Elf's protests. "No, if Aragorn wants to hear the Lament of Gil-galad then I will sing it." said the Elf lord. Aragorn fidgeted, sensing the uneasiness of the group at his request.

"But…" protested Glorfindel.

Elrond shook his head and gathered Aragorn into a hug. "Happy memories, Glorfindel. Happy memories only." he muttered. Glorfindel hesitated before lifting his flute to his lips. The haunting tune of the lament flowed from the instrument as Elrond rocked Aragorn slightly in his arms, his fair voice floating out upon the wind.

He sang of how King Ereinion Gil-galad lead his people through both peace and war, strengthening the land of Lindon. Of the War of Wrath, where they defeated Morgoth, and the War of the Last Alliance, where many great kings were slain.

Gil-galad was an Elven-King.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.

Elrond's eyes shone with unshed tears as his voice floated away and he closed his eyes. Aragorn was strangely silent, feeling the emotion that the Elf lord had put into the song. The boy clutched at Elrond's hands and began to hesitantly sing a song that he knew.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Elrond smiled, all sorrow gone from his eyes and hugged Aragorn. "Thank you."

The twins suddenly stood and yanked upon their father's hands. "Come on, Ada!" exclaimed Elrohir. The Elf lord was pulled from the ground and the twins grabbed his and Aragorn's hands, creating a circle. They began to turn, a smile gathering on Elrond's face as the twins started to sing loudly again.

Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone.
Tree and flower and leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by! Pass them by!

Glorfindel and Erestor took up a jaunty tune to the song, the noise and laugher pulling other Elves from the house and surrounding woods. Soon, several rings spun in the garden, everyone singing the song.

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And thought we pass them by today,
Tomorrow we may come this way
And take the hidden paths that run
Toward the Moon or to the Sun.
Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe,
Let them go! Let them go!
Sand and stone and pool and dell,
Fare you well! Fare you well!

Elrond and Elladan pulled Aragorn up between them, swinging the child from their hands. Laugher and singing filled the air, groups of Elves clapping in time with the song. A lute, drums, and some pipes had now joined Glorfindel and Erestor in their playing.

Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths yet to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We'll wander back to home and bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!
Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,
And then to bed! And then to bed!

The Elves dropped to the ground, laugher spilling into the air as it seemed that everyone in the valley was now in the garden. Elrond laughed and wiped at his eyes, tears of happiness falling down his cheeks. The sound of music filled the rest of the day and into the night.