Disclaimer: I would like to own this all. Currently I only have my
infected ear and a few other things. I do not own Boromir II (son of
Faramir and Èowyn). My crazy, Faramir (one of the many) obsessed friend
(the one who's in league with me in our plot to kill certain...characters)
owns him. This one's for Catreen Dragonsword.
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*Faramir, Èowyn, and Boromir II (a five-year-old boy with Faramir's red- blonde hair and Èowyn's blue eyes) are sitting near a fire (Boromir II is sitting on Faramir's lap)*
Boromir II [spoken]: Mummy?
Èowyn [spkoen]: Yes, young one?
Boromir II [spoken]: Sing me a story.
*Faramir looks confused*
Faramir [spoken]: Can you, Èowyn love?
Èowyn [spoken]: Indeed I can.
*Boromir II bounces happily, clapping his hands as Èowyn begins*
**to the tune of "One Tin Soldier (The Legend of Billy Jack)" by Lambert- Potter**
Èowyn [sung]: Listen, my child, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom near a mount' ring
'Bout the horse-raisers below.
In the mount' ring was a tower
Builded deep in the valley,
And the horse-raisers swore
They'd have it for their very own.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat your friend.
Do it in the name of Arda,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come that judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One Rohirrim rides away.
So the lord of the horse-people
Sent a message to that man,
Asking for the burnèd tower,
Tons of stone for which they'd kill.
Came an answer from the tower,
"With my subjects I will share
All the terrors of my tower,
All the Uruk living there."
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat your friend.
Do it in the name of Arda,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come that judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One Rohirrim rides away.
Now the horse-lord cried with anger,
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the Uruk 'n' Orcs,
But they found their just reward.
Now they stood within Isengard,
In the valley, soaked and recked,
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat your friend.
Do it in the name of Arda,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come that judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One Rohirrim rides away.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat your friend.
Do it in the name of Arda,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come that judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One Rohirrim rides away.
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There we goeses! I need ideas again. I'm trying to work with a Bing Crosby and "lounge lizard" song right now, but it should come out. Reveiw and you get cookies!
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*Faramir, Èowyn, and Boromir II (a five-year-old boy with Faramir's red- blonde hair and Èowyn's blue eyes) are sitting near a fire (Boromir II is sitting on Faramir's lap)*
Boromir II [spoken]: Mummy?
Èowyn [spkoen]: Yes, young one?
Boromir II [spoken]: Sing me a story.
*Faramir looks confused*
Faramir [spoken]: Can you, Èowyn love?
Èowyn [spoken]: Indeed I can.
*Boromir II bounces happily, clapping his hands as Èowyn begins*
**to the tune of "One Tin Soldier (The Legend of Billy Jack)" by Lambert- Potter**
Èowyn [sung]: Listen, my child, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom near a mount' ring
'Bout the horse-raisers below.
In the mount' ring was a tower
Builded deep in the valley,
And the horse-raisers swore
They'd have it for their very own.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat your friend.
Do it in the name of Arda,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come that judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One Rohirrim rides away.
So the lord of the horse-people
Sent a message to that man,
Asking for the burnèd tower,
Tons of stone for which they'd kill.
Came an answer from the tower,
"With my subjects I will share
All the terrors of my tower,
All the Uruk living there."
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat your friend.
Do it in the name of Arda,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come that judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One Rohirrim rides away.
Now the horse-lord cried with anger,
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the Uruk 'n' Orcs,
But they found their just reward.
Now they stood within Isengard,
In the valley, soaked and recked,
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat your friend.
Do it in the name of Arda,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come that judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One Rohirrim rides away.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat your friend.
Do it in the name of Arda,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come that judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One Rohirrim rides away.
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There we goeses! I need ideas again. I'm trying to work with a Bing Crosby and "lounge lizard" song right now, but it should come out. Reveiw and you get cookies!