Author: LegolasLover
Title: Salvation (doesn't have a lot to do with the poem but who cares?)
Rating: G
Distribution: Whatever... take if you like, but I get the credit!!
Disclaimer: OK. How many times do I have to do this? Neither of us is Tolkien and neither of us ever will be Tolkien.
Summary: A poem about the battle of Helms Deep. My first shot at a LotR poem. Please R&R!!!!
Notes: Since this is my first LotR poem, it may suck. I wanna know what you guys honestly think, so please, please, please review!!!
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* Salvation
His Elven eyes search the night
The enemy comes into sight
The defence is ready, weapons drawn
Yet none here wanted open war
His pointed ears sense the fear,
The mumbled prayers, so easy to hear
Many men have never fought,
It was not eternal death they sought
Yet strong they stand, awaiting doom,
Rain begins falling, thunder booms
The warrior watches as the enemy charge,
The orcs are fierce and their number is large
He strings his bow, an axe is flung,
Arrows fly, the battle has begun
He tallies every orc he fells,
Twenty at least, he's doing well
All around him screams and moans,
The storm still rages, the death count grows
He whips out two knives, his arrows all are used,
His long blond hair is matted, his face is cut and bruised
The thunder lessens, a great horn sounds,
Orcs do tremble and cry out loud
Dawn is nigh, the warrior turns,
His arm is cut, he feel it burn
Morning greets the soldiers, the Elf is glad for light,
From over the hill the White Rider appears, and fills the orcs with fright
The enemy retreats, the battle has been won,
And he has lived to tell of it, Legolas, Thranduil's son
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All done. I may make a series of poems, but they will not be in chronological order or anything like that. Please review!! :D
Title: Salvation (doesn't have a lot to do with the poem but who cares?)
Rating: G
Distribution: Whatever... take if you like, but I get the credit!!
Disclaimer: OK. How many times do I have to do this? Neither of us is Tolkien and neither of us ever will be Tolkien.
Summary: A poem about the battle of Helms Deep. My first shot at a LotR poem. Please R&R!!!!
Notes: Since this is my first LotR poem, it may suck. I wanna know what you guys honestly think, so please, please, please review!!!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
* Salvation
His Elven eyes search the night
The enemy comes into sight
The defence is ready, weapons drawn
Yet none here wanted open war
His pointed ears sense the fear,
The mumbled prayers, so easy to hear
Many men have never fought,
It was not eternal death they sought
Yet strong they stand, awaiting doom,
Rain begins falling, thunder booms
The warrior watches as the enemy charge,
The orcs are fierce and their number is large
He strings his bow, an axe is flung,
Arrows fly, the battle has begun
He tallies every orc he fells,
Twenty at least, he's doing well
All around him screams and moans,
The storm still rages, the death count grows
He whips out two knives, his arrows all are used,
His long blond hair is matted, his face is cut and bruised
The thunder lessens, a great horn sounds,
Orcs do tremble and cry out loud
Dawn is nigh, the warrior turns,
His arm is cut, he feel it burn
Morning greets the soldiers, the Elf is glad for light,
From over the hill the White Rider appears, and fills the orcs with fright
The enemy retreats, the battle has been won,
And he has lived to tell of it, Legolas, Thranduil's son
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
All done. I may make a series of poems, but they will not be in chronological order or anything like that. Please review!! :D