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I saw that you had the ukelele tabs for Light on the Horizon – do those work for guitar as well? I just got my first guitar and my end goal is to learn that. (also maybe ukelele but let’s not get ahead of ourselves) Do your other pieces from Sansukh have guitar tabs as well? or chords? Honestly I’m so new at this that I don’t even know the difference.

Sorry Nonnie, those aren’t a tab, they’re just the chords. You can use them on piano, uke, guitar or whatever. I can’t read or create a tab, I’m afraid! I can’t play guitar for TOFFEE. It’s ukelele only for me (and even then I can only strum chords – much like my piano playing, lololol)

No, I haven’t written up the chords for other songs! But I’d be happy to do so 🙂 *deep breath* HERE I GO. 

I’m not writing out all the words, just the basic chords of verse & chorus. This gets long – under the cut are the chords for 

  • Iron Hills for Me
  • Broadbeam Cradle-Song 
  • In Western Lands. 

Good luck with all your practice!

IRON HILLS FOR ME CHORDS

Verse

A                                           A/E 

My home is no great hall of stone,

A                                         A/E

No golden treasures greet me,

A                                              A/E

nor an ancient place of great renown, 

A             G#dim         A

no grandeur in its history. 

Chorus

D                            A 

Oh I long for jagged rusty skies

D                            A    E

and her savage wild beauty

D                      A/E   Fdim  F#min

I see her when I close my eyes,

D           E          A

The Iron Hills for me.

BROADBEAM CRADLE SONG CHORDS

Dm              Am7      Dm

It was a very special day

Dm                                 F      C    

The most special beyond measure

Dm                 Edim 

because it was upon that day

Dm           Gm          Dm

that Mahal made a treasure.

IN WESTERN LANDS CHORDS

Intro – Ooooh x 4

Em  A     Em   A

G   D   G D        A


Verse

                D                          A

In Western Lands beneath the sun,

      G7                       D    A

the flowers may rise in spring

      Bm           G  D

the trees may bud

     Em       A

the waters run

     Bm                D  A               Bm                         G   

the merry finches sing, or there may be tis cloudless night

                   D                       A                    Em

and swaying beeches bear the stars as jewels white,

              D                     A            Dsus4   D

the Elven stars amid their branching hair.

What does Dis think of all the things that Her family made for her while they was dead and waiting? Especially all the pretty things that Thorin made for her. (Probably soooo many pretty hair doodads.)

Dis held up the clasp and eyed it critically. “It’s… decorated.”

Thorin looked slightly – only slightly, mind you – mulish. “I can do decoration, despite all your scoffing to the contrary.”

“But you usually don’t.” She allowed her thumb to run over the cool, smoothed steel, the tiny bright bumps of opal winking back at her like fiery eyes. “And you’ve never used flowers before.”

“Flowers? Did I…” Thorin was taken aback for a moment, and then to her astonishment he began to clear his throat and shuffle his papers about on his drafting table. His neck was rather flushed. “Uh. An inadvertent mistake, I assure you.”

“Oh really.” She glanced up. “And the pen there, that was a mistake also, I assume. And the stove with ivy around the door. And the-”

“All right! All right, enough, yes, they’re thyme flowers, for courage and strength and also shut up.”

“I don’t think so, nadad,” she said, grinning at him. “That’s rather sweet, you know.”

“Don’t tease your brother, dear,” said Fris absently, entering the room with a preoccupied air. “Thorin, I’ve broken a petal on my lamp, could you…”

Thorin seemed to shake himself out of his embarrassment. “Right… of course, if you would leave it on…”

“A petal?” Dis interrupted, her eyebrows high. 

“On my reading lamp, yes, it was Thorin’s present for my nameday,” Fris said. “It’s not urgent, so if you’re working on something important it can wait.”

“No, it won’t take a moment.” Thorin was already tugging his leather apron over his head. “If you wait, I can have it finished for you in five minutes. Just a petal off, you say?”

“Aye.”

“A petal,” Dis said. “A petal.”

“Oh, everything is flowers with Thorin these days, Dis dear,” Fris said, taking a stool and tucking her feet neatly upon the rung. “Ever since the Hobbit, really.”

Dis’ head whipped back to her eldest brother, who was studying a (suspiciously flower-shaped) reading lamp with all evidence of extreme concentration – save for the violent colour of his ears. “Well, now. Isn’t that interesting.”

“I told you not to tease him, sweetheart,” Fris said mildly. 

Gimli probably spends ages trying to convince Eomer to try riding a pig? Just to try. And eventually Eomer does it (he may or may not be a little drunk st the time). It ends up being hilarious because Poppyseed the Pig (names after her tons of tiny black spots) is sort of confused about having a human rider.

he is OUTRAGED that the pigs are kept in a nice cosy pigpen and not in a grand ornamented stable, AS IS ONLY RIGHT GOOD AND PROPER

He keeps going to stroke his horse’s mane… and oh, right, yeah. Pig. 

Poppyseed keeps wondering why the Tall Rider keeps clucking his tongue, what the hell is that all about… and why he always approaches her really slowly just off from one side… I mean, her eyes are forward-facing? She can see him? Also, his helmet with all the fringe-stuff on top looks like it would be interesting to chew

Firefoot is epically jealous. 

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(”You’re bacon, Pig. Sleep with your eyes open.”)

Eventually though, I feel like Eomer would get right into it. I mean, he’s a fantastic rider, he’s been riding since he was a tot, and THIS ANIMAL IS TRAINED FOR RIDING. Okay, it’s a bit on the snuffly oinky side, but bonus cloven hooves mean more stable grip! So Poppyseed and Eomer begin to really gel and work together, after those initial teething troubles. 

Meanwhile, Gimli and Legolas are rolling around in hysterics bc Eomer looks like THIS

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I’m so excited-we had our choir awards banquet on Friday and I got a letter! I can get a letterman’s jacket for choir (I didn’t even know that was possible)! I’m so happy *squee* I’ve really struggled with mental illness and it’s so rewarding. My parents are buying the jacket for me (holy shit it’s so expensive). But I’m also feeling like it’s not valid? idk, I’ve always felt that letterman’s jackets were for sports, i guess. (ps you’ve helped out immensely, esp the lullaby after my nightmares)

I had to look up what a letterman’s jacket was! Congratulations, Nonnie, that is SO wonderful, I am so proud for you!

Hell, singing is a sport. We use our bodies as instruments, our WHOLE bodies. Often in ways that require minute and intense adjustment… and then we have to MAINTAIN that over rehearsals and lessons and concerts. Like… The development of your low abdominal breathing (SPLAT!), the carriage of ribcage and the intercostal muscles, dropping the pelvic floor, sustaining tone over the phrase, forward posture on the balls of the feet – which must of course be maintained for long periods, tilt for cripes’ sake, lifting the soft palate, using a consistent head tone, spin and twang, eradicating tongue and jaw tension, maintaining healthy production away from the throat in both pianissimo and fortissimo sections – I can go on and on – the sheer physical effort that goes into singing makes it a very sportlike endeavour. 

Worth mentioning too is that aspect of many societies that devalues the Arts and upholds Sports. My own country – Australia – does the same (holy shit does it ever, it is infuriating). You are as worthy of that jacket as anyone sporty. Your efforts may be in a different field (pun intended) but they are just as impactful and important. 

You deserve that jacket, friend. You’ve worked damn hard.

(I am so glad to hear that the lullaby has helped you. I hope you have beautiful sweet dreams, Nonnie.)

Your work is amazing and has gotten me to pull myself out of my no reading strike (except it wasn’t really a strike- just haven’t been reading). Anyhow, your story telling is phenomenal, and the characterisation is so good, that when reading quotes of dialogue to a friend who hasn’t read sansukh yet, she got quite a large amount right! Carry on the good work, but do the push yourself too hard. The only thing I ask of you is a sprinkle of more Glorfindel 😉.

Oh wow…! Thank you, friend – I am so so stoked to hear that! Seriously, consistent characterisation and character growth is an obsession with me, so you’ve made me SO grateful to hear that! And HI TO YOUR FRIEND TOO, thank you so much, and my thanks to them as well!

(Oh, we are getting more Glorfindel! He’s turning up again, heheheh)

Hey, I’m really sorry to sorry to bother you, I have a question I hope you won’t mind answering. Is your version of the Ironhill soldier song available on iTunes? I was just giving an iTunes gift card, and I’d really like to be able to download it onto my iPod, if possible. Sorry again for bothering you, have a nice night!

Hey Nonnie! You are absolutely not a bother in the slightest. It makes me happy beyond words to know that you like my music!

No I am afraid it is not on iTunes… but you are MORE than welcome to download it for free. It’s an mp3, so your iPod will recognise it!

If you go to the post on my tumblr, you will see a download link underneath the ‘Listen’ arrow. You can right-click and save it to your computer.

I’ve also archived some of my songs on my Google Drive for easy download!

Light on the Horizon

In Western Lands

Broadbeam Cradle-Song

The Iron Hills for Me