--- laughz Yet another songfic. This one by :SARAH McLACHLAN-"Drawn To The Rhythm". These are not my characters, but belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Thanks. And Review, please.---
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When we wore a heart of stone, we wandered to the sea
Hoping to find some comfort there, yearning to feel free
And we were mesmerized by the lull of the night
And the smells that filled the air
And we laid us down on sandy ground. It was cold, but we didn't care
We celebrate tonight. After the trying journey we have come far, fairing a bond that is closer than ever seen before. We can sense each other; sense the beating of each other's hearts, and for that, we know that we are alive. It is a wondrous thing to be alive. I have yet to take my first drink of the evening, and yet, I already feel invigorated- powerful in joy and happiness. We have done much in this past year.
It is a bitter wind that haunts us now, but we are not worried. We have faced this wind before, and it is merely a slight damper on the festivities. But still, we do not allow it to constraint us. We carry on.
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[Chorus]
Yes, we were drawn to the rhythm
Drawn into the rhythm of the sea
Yes, we were drawn to the rhythm
Drawn into the rhythm of the sea
The elves are leaving. This is their last true night with us before they depart for The Undying Lands. They leave for Lorien, to bid farewell to the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood, and then they will continue onto their final journey. They feel their time has ended.
It is said that once an elf bestows his attention on the sea, it can never be taken away. It consumes the elf- creating an image of freedom and beauty into their minds, and thus making them take their time on the water. It will be so for them. They will not wish to depart the boat when they arrive at their destination. I know this, because I have felt the power of the sea, and it is intense and uncontrollable. It pulls you into its jaws and keeps you there, imprisoned within your mind, and never allowing free reign of your mind. You begin to long for it, and with that longing, come obligations to it. Yes, the sea is consuming.
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We fell asleep and began to dream when something broke the night
Memories stirred inside of us - the struggle and the fight
And we could feel the heat of a thousand voices
Telling us which way to go
And we cried out "Is there no escape from the words that plague me so?"
There is a noise in the forest beyond the camp. The festivities are easily broken apart, and men, elves, and dwarves draw their swords. The noise resounds, and we brandish our weapons. We begin to worry, for our scouts have not come to report anything. Men, in their drunken stupor, call loudly to the forest, only to be silenced by hands over their mouths. It seems that they do not know the meaning of stealth; of surprise for the trespasser.
We sense the worst, and can feel our hearts beating. We had dreamed too much of peace- of the lack of battles, but the fight continues. If we do not approach it, it dares to forward itself to us, and thus, stirring chaos and pandemonium.
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And we were drawn to the rhythm
Drawn into the rhythm of the sea
Yes, we were drawn to the rhythm
Drawn into the rhythm of the sea
It crawls to us, ignoring the pleas that we silently whisper for it to depart. And then, it arrives. Fifty orcs, three trolls, and nearly two hundred Urukai. And they were being chased by our scouts.
We killed the fowl creatures, for we were nearly seven hundred inhabitants of the camp, and we went back to the party.
Festive bells rang out, and we went to bed- drunk and content.
We moved onto Lorien the following day, bestowing our best wishes to the lord Celeborn, who chose to remain without his dear mate. It is an honor to have Lady Galadriel accompany us to Valinor. We cherish that privilege.
We arrived at the Grey Havens some weeks later, relishing in the slow and carefree pace that we set for ourselves. The sea is most beautiful to look at.
The blue of the water captivates our attention. We cannot help but smile at the vastness of it; the dark depths casting light shadows upon the top. The sun is most beautiful in all it's splendor. With the sunset, it's dying rays of light lick the water hungrily, only to have it's illumination devoured by the black depths.
It is beautiful.
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In the still and the silent dawn another day is born
Washed up by the tireless waves, the body bent and torn
In the face of the blinding sun, you wake only to find
That heaven is a stranger place than what I've left behind
We are here. The Undying lands are more beautiful than could possibly be imagined. The lush trees are filled with fruit, and the grass is soft and feathery to the touch. We are happy now.
And yet, the sea still calls.
And we are drawn to the rhythm
Drawn into the rhythm of the sea
Yes, we are drawn to the rhythm
Drawn into the rhythm of the sea
And we are drawn to the rhythm
Drawn into the rhythm of the sea
Yes, we are drawn to the rhythm
Drawn into the rhythm of the sea
