Tales To Come.

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In times to come the bards will tell

the tale of how the nine,

Against all odds did fight the dark

and Saurons cruel designs.

To win for all an end to war,

for us to live in peace,

Amidst the beauty of the world,

All toil and strife to cease.

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Yet in the stories they recite

will they describe the pain

of loss, of hurt, of sacrifice,

the unrelenting stain

on hearts once pure, now blighted with

those necessary deeds,

performed in service to a world

unheeding of its needs.

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Or will they glorify the fight

in splendid words so fair,

and speak of wondrous battles in

a manner unaware

of just what it is like to be

immersed in death and gore.

The stench of blood and ruined life

that haunts you ever more.

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No, stories never will express

all that there is to say,

And only those who lived it through

will know how they must pay.

But people need some hopes and dreams

in which they can believe.

And tales of heroes, rings and quests

are easier to weave.

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So listen to the bards but keep

an ear open too

for deep between the lines you'll hear

the real tale coming through.

Of nine whose lives were changed beyond

belief by all that passed

But never faltered once upon

the path 'een at the last.

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A/N If you made it this far thanks for reading. I hope this makes sense but tried to express how stories don't always match with reality.

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