I have had trouble getting up onto the site so I have taken it down and put it back up again. It seems it got up for one night but by the next morning it was gone even though it still looked ok in the edit page. I am hoping I wasn't yanked because of some infraction but I've read over it and can't see one. If someone does, please let me know. This is my first post so it's "traps for young players."
Disclaimer: I do not own any character that is, in any way, recognizable from J.R.R. Tolkien's "Lord of the Rings. This is fanfiction only. Not even the idea is mine. The story comes from something Peter Jackson said in his voice over on the extended DVD. Sidh Ceili (pronounced Shee Kayly)
Quite Sad, Really Chapter I"Ai." I hear the little maggots out there. Come here, come here. The Beast take you, horrible little things. Come here and tell me, have you seen my boy? The moon has waxed and waned and he has not come home.
"Nnng." If only his father were here, and his brother too. They would have gone out to look for him, but if I leave, who can my boy come home to?
Come here, little maggots, little squeakers. I hear you screaming far off in the axeboy's city. So far off and yet I hear you scream. Do you have a quarry that can put up a fight? Good. Let them cut you for once.
Come home Glorn. Your bed has fresh straw stolen from the little field things. Those little things outside do howl when I come. But I only want their hay… I've got milk too boy.
Oh, the maggots are screaming louder now. Are you with them, my son? Are you fighting things with the maggots? You always wanted to, I know.
I told you not to go with them. Just catch one for food now and then. They don't miss them; they don't care if they only lose one or two in a moon. It's enough.
If your father and uncle were here boy, they would take you hunting. Not the maggots. Where did they go? Could they be dead?
I can't stand the waiting. I must go out and see. "Glooorn!" I start to shout but there is a terrible noise. "No! No! The Firething. The Beast! It is awake! Fly, flee, Glorn. You must come home." He will pass by our cave. He has never come here. He will not find us. "Glorn! I call and I call but if the Beast hears me I am lost.
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The Firething is loud. He breaks the walls with his steps. Again he has passed our hold. Can you reach home, boy? Stay out of its way.
The Beast is silent. What does this mean? The maggots shout
again. The Firething roars again – he still battles but far away now, and
further still. Going fast… down? That's good. The Firething lives deep. He has
taken his battle deep – to his home.
A long time now and I can hear nothing. I am going out. I will see what I can see. It is moontime outside and all the maggots are outside too, I guess. Chasing the battle. I think this is so because all of them are gone. I am going out.
Oh, my baby – my trollinger – my Glorn – so young – so sweet. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. And yet, it is so. It is real and my boy is gone.
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Now the squeakers pay. No, I know they didn't kill my boy. The arrows were Eldar and the slashes were from axeboys. Cuts from the little things outside. They killed my boy but there is worse than killing.
A chain. The maggots had him on a chain. They kept him away from me – from home. Oh, my boy, my only boy – on a chain. Now the squeakers pay.
I kill them over and over and they cannot find me. I have left my hole and I know the way. The squeakers do not know my way so I can kill them, squeeze them. If Gloden was here, and Fodden too, they'd kill them with me. Are they dead too? I will kill for them all.