Foolish Childhood Dream
Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of these characters; they're Tolkien's, not mine and I make zilch off of them.
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Do you remember? We dreamed of adventures when we were lads. To get away from the everyday.
We were heroes in our own world - slaying dragons, being paraded through the streets, held high on strong shoulders above a cheering crowd.
We saw only the glory of such an adventure - you sought tall mountains and I elves.
What we got was a lot of boulders and ghostly wraiths.
We sought to be held high above the crowd, to climb towers where we could see for miles.
Now we crawl in the dirt, filling our lungs with these poisonous fumes.
We wanted to escape the everyday.
Now we're lucky to see the dawn - that is if the sun ever rises again.
If we are ever free of this land of blazing heat and clouds of choking dust.
We wanted to be heroes, Mr. Frodo, but we forgot one thing. We overlooked an important detail: had we ever seen any of the heroes in those grand songs and tales?
... and how many of those glorious ballads ended in a dirge?
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