The Bells
Disclaimer: See chapter one
AN: Thanks to Tree Hugger and Dragon of the North for their reviews.
Chapter3: Brazen Bells
* Hear the loud alarm bells- Brazen Bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!*
Much has changed. Not a tree left standing in Lothlorien, the message had come four weeks ago from the hobbits. Hobbits forced out of the shire by humans once the settlement of Bree expanded. We expect not word from the dwarves, they have delved deep into the earth, never to surface again. What device could topple and burn all of the strong mallorns? What destroyed the golden wood?
* In the startled ear of night, how they scream out their afraid! Too much horrified to speak, they can only shriek, shriek*
Humans. Humans destroyed Lothlorien, that much I know. But how? Most of those trees where too strong to be taken by hand-driven ax or flame. What weapon do the humans posses that we do not know of?
* Out of tune! In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a made expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher With a desperate desire, and a resolute endeavor, Now-now to sit or never, by the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells! Of Despair!*
The songs of Mirkwood no longer hold beautiful silver bell voices singing songs of merriment. Now the voices are lamentable singing of loved ones that where killed at our boarders. The orc population has increased, and the humans blame us. The humans attack in quick, large groups killing as many Elves as they can at our boarders before retreating back to safe territory. But we fight back, killing humans that enter this realm.
* How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour. On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear if fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows*
But no matter how many we kill, more humans come. Only a thousand elves still live Arda, a thousand elves against close to four million humans. I wait for word from the hobbits who fled to Fangorn...I have received none.
*Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, and the wrangling, How the dangers sinks and swells*
I am sitting atop of one of Mirkwood's trees while I think. And while I think I thank the Valar for not having my family be here. I thank them for not having my son and wife see just how far the world has fallen. From up here I can see for hundreds of miles.
* By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells- Of the bells-*
I see black smoke coming from the south, and loud bangs and whistles coming from the smoke. It is far to the south, just at the boarder. More smoke and more whistles, hundreds of them lining the boarder. What is in that smoke? I see a faint glimmer of metal. The boarder guards blow their horns in warning.
* Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells-*
The trees being to fall before the quickly approaching smoke.
* In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!*
End of chapter 3
Disclaimer: See chapter one
AN: Thanks to Tree Hugger and Dragon of the North for their reviews.
Chapter3: Brazen Bells
* Hear the loud alarm bells- Brazen Bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!*
Much has changed. Not a tree left standing in Lothlorien, the message had come four weeks ago from the hobbits. Hobbits forced out of the shire by humans once the settlement of Bree expanded. We expect not word from the dwarves, they have delved deep into the earth, never to surface again. What device could topple and burn all of the strong mallorns? What destroyed the golden wood?
* In the startled ear of night, how they scream out their afraid! Too much horrified to speak, they can only shriek, shriek*
Humans. Humans destroyed Lothlorien, that much I know. But how? Most of those trees where too strong to be taken by hand-driven ax or flame. What weapon do the humans posses that we do not know of?
* Out of tune! In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a made expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher With a desperate desire, and a resolute endeavor, Now-now to sit or never, by the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells! Of Despair!*
The songs of Mirkwood no longer hold beautiful silver bell voices singing songs of merriment. Now the voices are lamentable singing of loved ones that where killed at our boarders. The orc population has increased, and the humans blame us. The humans attack in quick, large groups killing as many Elves as they can at our boarders before retreating back to safe territory. But we fight back, killing humans that enter this realm.
* How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour. On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear if fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows*
But no matter how many we kill, more humans come. Only a thousand elves still live Arda, a thousand elves against close to four million humans. I wait for word from the hobbits who fled to Fangorn...I have received none.
*Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, and the wrangling, How the dangers sinks and swells*
I am sitting atop of one of Mirkwood's trees while I think. And while I think I thank the Valar for not having my family be here. I thank them for not having my son and wife see just how far the world has fallen. From up here I can see for hundreds of miles.
* By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells- Of the bells-*
I see black smoke coming from the south, and loud bangs and whistles coming from the smoke. It is far to the south, just at the boarder. More smoke and more whistles, hundreds of them lining the boarder. What is in that smoke? I see a faint glimmer of metal. The boarder guards blow their horns in warning.
* Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells-*
The trees being to fall before the quickly approaching smoke.
* In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!*
End of chapter 3