First of all, I'd like to say
That Moryo may be known for his temper
but Maitimo is the one you should avoid
at any and all costs
getting angry.
And I have been called "hasty riser"
but Kanafinwë is the one
who's wrath is truly a sight to behold.
And I still don't think
that "gentle Makalaurë"
is truly as gentle as all those
nissi who swoon over him
seem to think.
What? Bitter? Me?
Celegorm the Fair? Bitter?
Hardly!
I just don't understand what she saw
In that basted Mortal
In that bloody After-Commer
In that dirt-covered, flea bitten, mongrel of a Man!
(no offense meant Huan,
even if you did turn traitor)
But I'm getting off topic...
(this is why Makalaurë
is the bard
not me.)
My point is, If I even have one,
that, while it is true
that kidnapping may have not have been the wisest action
Nelyo and Kano
my wise, kind, gentle, and noble
older brothers
were unduly harsh in their treatment
of Kurvo and I
once they learned of
the true reason why
we had left Nargothrond.
And, I swear,
Makalaurë looked like he wanted to run me through
right then and there.
And Maitimo would have let him.
Like I said.
Kano is not as gentle
as most
like to think.
And I am far better than this!
What they are making me do, it is an outrage!
"We're letting you off easy Tyelco, you should be grateful." Nelyo says.
"Besides, you like the outdoors, don't you?" Kano adds in.
He didn't bother to hide the sarcasm in his voice.
The "outdoors" does not involve mucking out the stables
for all of the horses here in Himring.
(Eru, Varda, and Manwë, how many do we have!)
The "outdoors" does not involve guard duty
on the coldest, darkest, more Eru forsaken nights of the year!
Alone.
So, So Alone.
And, most importantly, the "outdoors"
does not involve
using me as a moving target to practice
your archery.
(oh, yes Kano, I remember that last hunting trip!
And if that was an accident, then I'm a bloody Balrog!
Your lucky you missed...)
So, yes. This is my life.
Nelyo is now giving me a dirty look
from across the room.
I forgot tonight I have guard duty again.
Dammit!
If anyone, happens to come across this poem
whether in the recent or far flung future
I ask you only this:
Take pity on this poor, poor elf.
I have made one mistake and now must pay dearly for it!
A/N: Yeah, Tyelcormo...not the most reliable narrator you'll ever find, but lots of fun to write!