Photo: The Book Mountains Old
I am told that there are legends from long ago about the mystical Book Mountains. They arose when the gods had let their book collecting habits get the better of them, thus resulting in massive mountains of cosmic knowledge in need of organization in the Great Library of the Sky. It seems the mountains are returning… And in honor of the return of the Book Mountains, I’d like to share one of the great songs of old: “The Book Mountains Old” by the Dwarves from The Hobbit: Adventures of a Small Librarian (Excerpt) Far over the book mountains old To imaginations deep with mold We must away ere break of day To seek enchanted shelves of gold. The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While fountains fell like inky bells In language deep, where dark words sleep, In hollow covers beneath ink wells. For ancient kings and elvish lords There many gloaming golden words They shaped and wrought, and minds they caught to hide in gems on pen-like swords. On silver necklaces they strung the feathered arms, on crowns they hung the bookworm’s-soul, in twisted coal They penned histories of moon and sun… ————————————————– Dear Tolkien’s Estate: No copyright infringement intended. I’m acting silly. Don’t sue me, please.