The Misty Mountains

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Description

This is a short excerpt from J.R.R Tolkien's \"The Hobbit\". It showcases reading prose and singing.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
now for some music sat Dorin, bring out the instruments. Keeley and Vili rush for their bags and brought back little fiddles. Dori, Nori and Ori brought out flutes from somewhere inside their coats. Bum Bore produced a drum from the hall before, in both, four went out to and came back with clarinets that they had left among the walking sticks dwelling. And Bolin said, Excuse me, I left mine in the porch. Just bring mine with you, said Thorn. They came back with feels as Bigas themselves and with thorns harp wrapped in a green cloth. It was a beautiful golden harp, and when Thorne struck it, the music began all at once, so sudden and sweet that Bilbo forgot everything else and was swept away into dark lands under strange moons far over the water and very far from his hobbit hole under the hill, the dark came into the room from the little window that opened in the side of the hill. The fire like flickered. It was April, and still they played on, while the shadow of Gandalf's beard wagged against the wall, the dark filled all the room and the fire died down and the shadows were lost and still they played on and suddenly 1st 1 and then another began to sing as they played deep throated singing of the dwarves in the deep places of their ancient homes. And this is like a fragment of their song if it can be like their song without their music. Far over the misty mountains called to dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day to seek the pale and china and ah, gold the dwarves of your mid my T spells While hammers fell like ringing bells in places deep where dark things sleep in all the holes be knees Ah ah Far over the misty mountains Cold to done Gens D and caverns old We must away air Break of day to clean, more long forgotten on Go