Hamilton Parody: The Noldor Ladies

Below is a Silmarillion – themed parody of the Hamilton song “The Schuyler Sisters”. Yes, it is a work in progress, but I put a great deal of passion into this and I wanted to share it.


Feanor: There’s nothing elf princes love more, than going to Tirion to see what’s in store. They pull up on their horses and gawk at their friends in the street just to watch them talk. Take Finwe: the elf is loaded. Uh-oh, but little does he know that his descendants; Idril, Galadriel, Aredhel sneak into the city just to watch all the guys at-

Company: Work, work!

Galadriel: Galadriel!

Company: Work, work!

Aredhel: Aredhel!

Idril: And Idril!

Company: Work, work! The Noldor Ladies!

Galadriel: Galadriel!

Idril: Idril!

Aredhel: Aredhel!

Company: Work!

Idril: My Atar wants me home early.

Galadriel: He doesn’t need to know.

Idril: Atar said not to go downtown.

Aredhel: Like I said, You’re free to go.

Galadriel: But-look around, look around, a revolution is happening in Tirion

Aredhel/Idril: Tirion.

Company: Galadriel.

Noldor Ladies and Company: Work!

Idril: It’s bad enough Ada wants to join Feanor.

Aredhel: My family is shouting in the square.

Idril: It’s bad enough violence has come to our shore.

Galadriel: New ideas in the air.

Galadriel and Male Ensemble: Look around, look around-

Aredhel: Galadriel, remind me what we’re looking for…

All male elves: She’s looking for a mind at work.

Galadriel:                                        Company:

Aredhel, I’m lookin’                      Work, work!

For a mind at work.

I’m lookin’ for a                             Work, work!

Mind at work!

I’m lookin’ for a                             Work, work!

Mind at work!


Noldor Ladies: Whooaaaaa!

Work! Work!

Feanor: Wooh! There’s nothin’ like summer in the city. Someone in a rush next to someone lookin’ pretty. Excuse me, miss, I know it’s not funny, but your hair looks super amazing, honey. Why you wandering around Tirion in your fancy heels? You searching for an elf who can give you ideals.

Galadriel: Feanor, you disgust me.

Feanor: Ah, so you’ve discussed me. I’m your uncle, baby, you can trust me.


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