Authors Note: No I don't own any of the characters, nor do I wish I did a
great man created them... as I wish to only use them to do as he did...to
Create.
There are no pairings as of yet just Elrond's view of the winters Rhythm.
The Winter's Rhythm.
The Drums start the beat and all in my Kingdome hear it...
the sound of the heartbeat... what heartbeat do I hear?
Mine? His? The heartbeat of the land itself?
This rhythm is mine for I know my own...
And it is not the heart of my land for it beats like his, fast and wild.
The rhythm is mine own...slow and methodical is the beat of the drums that
start...
The winter's rhythm.
Dead is the beat of his heart now.
Silence is the sound of the drums now.
The night was long and the dancers sleep.
What has silenced the drums? Lust? Yes lust, but even lust has a rhythm?
Yes, I can hear the lust of my people... but can I lust for him?
Again the beating of the drums.
Slow like my heart but fast now and there are more of them...
Not the sound of a drum but the sound of the bodies. Two and three the
mesh.
Creating a new rhythm
So passes the first night.
The east brings the sun and the cool wind of day...
the soft strings of the harp drift though the halls
It clams my head and heart to hear them played so softly
But as soon as the sun rests to the west the night will begin anew
The night has finally come...
The fires are being lit. High into the night they jump...
Warming the whole valley to a balmy temperature letting the dancer come as
they want.
Then the drum... slow and alone at first to call my people to the dance
The dance of the winter's rhythm
Slow and methodical the drum beats. Like my heart
The dances come to dance around the fires this night to jump and call to
the gods
Fast they come from their homes, and as they come the drum beat speeds.
Where I had only heard one now I hear more and the drum becomes drums.
The beat changes...fast is the tempo now
One bass sound and then two them more.
As I watch the dancers I see him, he who came to dance this night with my
people.
He is one beat among many now. His is a wild and free beat like his heart
I have to wonder if the people are the dancers or are they the drum to
which they dance?
They extend hands, and sway hips as the reach for the stars and each
other....
Could I reach for him this night? I know that on this night it matters not,
but dare I?
No, I risk too much I will just sit here and listen to the heartbeat of the
people... as the drums call them back to our primal nature.
But I feel his hair brush my cheek each time he passes.
I hear his voice call to me and smell the forest and sweat on him.
He calls to me both in word and action pushing his hands for me each time
he passes around the fire.
But not this night I risk too much.
Well I hope you all like the story I want to know what you think and how to
do better
Pleas review
great man created them... as I wish to only use them to do as he did...to
Create.
There are no pairings as of yet just Elrond's view of the winters Rhythm.
The Winter's Rhythm.
The Drums start the beat and all in my Kingdome hear it...
the sound of the heartbeat... what heartbeat do I hear?
Mine? His? The heartbeat of the land itself?
This rhythm is mine for I know my own...
And it is not the heart of my land for it beats like his, fast and wild.
The rhythm is mine own...slow and methodical is the beat of the drums that
start...
The winter's rhythm.
Dead is the beat of his heart now.
Silence is the sound of the drums now.
The night was long and the dancers sleep.
What has silenced the drums? Lust? Yes lust, but even lust has a rhythm?
Yes, I can hear the lust of my people... but can I lust for him?
Again the beating of the drums.
Slow like my heart but fast now and there are more of them...
Not the sound of a drum but the sound of the bodies. Two and three the
mesh.
Creating a new rhythm
So passes the first night.
The east brings the sun and the cool wind of day...
the soft strings of the harp drift though the halls
It clams my head and heart to hear them played so softly
But as soon as the sun rests to the west the night will begin anew
The night has finally come...
The fires are being lit. High into the night they jump...
Warming the whole valley to a balmy temperature letting the dancer come as
they want.
Then the drum... slow and alone at first to call my people to the dance
The dance of the winter's rhythm
Slow and methodical the drum beats. Like my heart
The dances come to dance around the fires this night to jump and call to
the gods
Fast they come from their homes, and as they come the drum beat speeds.
Where I had only heard one now I hear more and the drum becomes drums.
The beat changes...fast is the tempo now
One bass sound and then two them more.
As I watch the dancers I see him, he who came to dance this night with my
people.
He is one beat among many now. His is a wild and free beat like his heart
I have to wonder if the people are the dancers or are they the drum to
which they dance?
They extend hands, and sway hips as the reach for the stars and each
other....
Could I reach for him this night? I know that on this night it matters not,
but dare I?
No, I risk too much I will just sit here and listen to the heartbeat of the
people... as the drums call them back to our primal nature.
But I feel his hair brush my cheek each time he passes.
I hear his voice call to me and smell the forest and sweat on him.
He calls to me both in word and action pushing his hands for me each time
he passes around the fire.
But not this night I risk too much.
Well I hope you all like the story I want to know what you think and how to
do better
Pleas review