The Bells
Disclaimer: I own nothing that was created by Tolkien or Poe.
AN: Sorry it has been so long since I updated. Going back to school is hard work. Oh well. Now I'm updating. Big thanks to Tree Hugger and Dragon of the North since you two are the only ones who have read and reviewed on my story. ^.^ You guys rock!
Chapter Four: Iron Bells
*Hear the tolling of the bells--
Iron bells!
What a world of solumn thouhgt their melody compells! In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that float
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.*
Ash and soot. Ash and soot are all I can see, are all that remains. Among the ash and soot are the dead bodies and graves of my kind. We fought them, day and night, under Anor and Ithil, but their where too many.
*And the people--ah, the people--
They dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone*
The humans didn't care how they killed elves, just that they killed elves.Some where captured and burned, other's beaten until death. Some preferred to kill themselves than die at the hands of humans. While others like myself chose to fight until death, to defend their homes. After all.where else can we go?
*Feel a glory in so rolling,
On the human heart a stone--
They are neither man nor woman--
They are neither brute nor human--
They are Ghouls *
All that was good in Aragorn, King Estel's blood died with his son. The line of Kings is now forever corrupt. Seems Islidur's Bane was not that ring itself, nor was it just restricted to his families blood line alone, but his all-consuming thirst for power, which has shown itself once again
*And their king is it who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paen of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells--
Of the bells*
There is not more Mirkwood, no more Eryn Lasgalen. These thoughts are still hard for me to accept. Anor no longer shines through the smoke, ash, and soot. I do not even know if Ithil or the stars of Elebreth shine anymore. All I can see is smoke and all I can hear are whistles, axes and bells.
*Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Ruinic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells--*
No more elven songs, no more elven voices. No more silver bell voices.
*To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the tolling of the bells--*
All I can hear are whistles, axes and bells.
*Of the bells, bells, bells--
Bells, bells, bells--*
.Whistles, axes and bells.
*To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. *
End of ' The Bells'.
Disclaimer: I own nothing that was created by Tolkien or Poe.
AN: Sorry it has been so long since I updated. Going back to school is hard work. Oh well. Now I'm updating. Big thanks to Tree Hugger and Dragon of the North since you two are the only ones who have read and reviewed on my story. ^.^ You guys rock!
Chapter Four: Iron Bells
*Hear the tolling of the bells--
Iron bells!
What a world of solumn thouhgt their melody compells! In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that float
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.*
Ash and soot. Ash and soot are all I can see, are all that remains. Among the ash and soot are the dead bodies and graves of my kind. We fought them, day and night, under Anor and Ithil, but their where too many.
*And the people--ah, the people--
They dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone*
The humans didn't care how they killed elves, just that they killed elves.Some where captured and burned, other's beaten until death. Some preferred to kill themselves than die at the hands of humans. While others like myself chose to fight until death, to defend their homes. After all.where else can we go?
*Feel a glory in so rolling,
On the human heart a stone--
They are neither man nor woman--
They are neither brute nor human--
They are Ghouls *
All that was good in Aragorn, King Estel's blood died with his son. The line of Kings is now forever corrupt. Seems Islidur's Bane was not that ring itself, nor was it just restricted to his families blood line alone, but his all-consuming thirst for power, which has shown itself once again
*And their king is it who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paen of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells--
Of the bells*
There is not more Mirkwood, no more Eryn Lasgalen. These thoughts are still hard for me to accept. Anor no longer shines through the smoke, ash, and soot. I do not even know if Ithil or the stars of Elebreth shine anymore. All I can see is smoke and all I can hear are whistles, axes and bells.
*Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Ruinic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells--*
No more elven songs, no more elven voices. No more silver bell voices.
*To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the tolling of the bells--*
All I can hear are whistles, axes and bells.
*Of the bells, bells, bells--
Bells, bells, bells--*
.Whistles, axes and bells.
*To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. *
End of ' The Bells'.