The OTHER Lays of Beleriand
Nominator: Dawn Felagund
2010 Award Category: Genres: Poetry
Story Type: Poetry ✧ Length: N/A
Rating: Teen ✧ Reason for Rating: Description of a blocked sewer, a destroyed city, references to captivity in Morgoth or Sauron's hands, and a canonical character death. Nothing graphic.
Summary: The Lays Tolkien didn't write for very good reason. A mostly-humorous collection of Beleriandic poems with scholarly commentary from Gondorian academics.(series of poems)
Reviewed by: mirasaui ✧ Score: 5
No meter could be sweeter than [the OTHER Lays of Beleriand] by Aiwen. From sewer cleaners to laundry Orcs, we see the flip side of the record in Lindir's tunings, poems and margin notes. Who could resist reading of regretful craven ravens, the golden bane of Glorfindel, the marvelous harp and hair that snares - tee hee. Yet, not all is a barrel of laughs. There is the haunting lament of the Fall of Gondolin and the chilling, [Bring the Dawn]. A mix of delightful humour and serious verse, this collection of poems and limericks is highly entertaining and a definite must read. I thoroughly enjoyed each and every one!
Reviewed by: Fiondil ✧ Score: 5
Ah, Lindir! All we really know about this particular Elf is that hes a music critic and not a very bright one if he cant tell the difference between a Hobbit and a Man. Yet, from that one short dialogue between him and Bilbo many assume that he was a great singer and poet. These brief (mercifully) poems attributed to Lindir prove the lie, or rather, show that even Elves have a sense of humor. The historical notes and marginalia are almost as funny as some of the poems. An amusingly poetic look at life in the First Age and the events (large and small) that shaped it.
Reviewed by: Larner ✧ Score: 4
What a series of short poems, from honoring Lord Thorontir and his valiant work in the sewers of Gondolin, vanquishing a clotting mass that has kept the filth of the city from being properly carried out of it, to a brief note of longing for shores the author has been forbidden to return to. Humor, whimsy, and grief are all expressed here. A worthy compendium, and blissfully easy to read swiftly.
Reviewed by: Nath ✧ Score: 3
A fine collection of First Age poetry, as written and (wisely?) left behind by Lindir when he sailed. Much of these [other lays of Beleriand] are funny, but there are one or two serious ones in the mix as well; and as someone who couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, my favourite line has to be the note that accompanies the Orcish laundry song: [There is no tune, or rather, there are as many tunes as there are Orcs who have ever sung it].