Hi my fanfic reading friends!!! I was just sitting here at my computer, thinking about Legolas (I
know don't we all) and the battles he takes place in. Then I had a idea for a poem, well here it is
nothing spectacular (cept for Leggy). The ideas are taken from several battles. Note this is not
one of the battles in the books! This is my first LOTR poem, so criticism is welcome. After all
I'm not popular and get it all the time. Laughs
Pippin: Yes as I always say, She is just a little deranged
Araya: (takes his mushroom)
Pippin: (jumping up and down) Hey you tall loser, that was my mushroom.
Araya: Not any more. Oh sorry I forgot you were still here. On with the short poem. Enjoy Me
Maties
Pippin: You won't cause I do not!
Araya: That's because it's not about you. (Pokes his head and get kicked in the shin)
Into Battle
Running, I feel my heart pounding beneath my breast.
My breath quickens as I find each root,
pushing off with power, accelerating toward
the unknown looming before me.
With my sword in hand I glance for opportunity,
The smell of blood and war, a mixture of fear and hate,
hits me as I come upon the bodies of orcs and men.
Grotesque figures, their blood spilling out of
their bodies. Hot steam rising into the tainted
morning air. My friends, I can see them now,
engaged in battle with the enemy, not thinking,
their bodies reacting to the natural rage surging through them.
They swing their swords and raise their bows and
My heart yearns to join them. Then stopping I feel
the cold blade in my hand, I turn and in a split second,
my blade connects with the neck of an orc.
I smile and yell to my stout friend, 'ONE'.
know don't we all) and the battles he takes place in. Then I had a idea for a poem, well here it is
nothing spectacular (cept for Leggy). The ideas are taken from several battles. Note this is not
one of the battles in the books! This is my first LOTR poem, so criticism is welcome. After all
I'm not popular and get it all the time. Laughs
Pippin: Yes as I always say, She is just a little deranged
Araya: (takes his mushroom)
Pippin: (jumping up and down) Hey you tall loser, that was my mushroom.
Araya: Not any more. Oh sorry I forgot you were still here. On with the short poem. Enjoy Me
Maties
Pippin: You won't cause I do not!
Araya: That's because it's not about you. (Pokes his head and get kicked in the shin)
Into Battle
Running, I feel my heart pounding beneath my breast.
My breath quickens as I find each root,
pushing off with power, accelerating toward
the unknown looming before me.
With my sword in hand I glance for opportunity,
The smell of blood and war, a mixture of fear and hate,
hits me as I come upon the bodies of orcs and men.
Grotesque figures, their blood spilling out of
their bodies. Hot steam rising into the tainted
morning air. My friends, I can see them now,
engaged in battle with the enemy, not thinking,
their bodies reacting to the natural rage surging through them.
They swing their swords and raise their bows and
My heart yearns to join them. Then stopping I feel
the cold blade in my hand, I turn and in a split second,
my blade connects with the neck of an orc.
I smile and yell to my stout friend, 'ONE'.