Author´s note:
With regards to the very kind reviews. Here is the next chapter. Hope
you´ll like it
Long ago are the days of which I tell
Long ago is the moment when Sauron once fell
No more than a whisper that passes through trees,
a story of old, passed oér mountains and seas.
Through the mist of the past listen Isildur´s tale.
He was one of the Mortals, who so often fail.
He once turned the war for the Elves, and for Men.
But listen what happened to Isildur then:
His hand grabbed the Ring, which was golden and plain
And he thought of his father, whom Sauron had slain.
And he felt a desire, deep inside his head,
he did not drop the Ring, but he kept it instead.
He gazed at the Ring, which still hot from the hand
Showed lines of red fire. He lay in the sand.
And Elrond, a frien of the prince then came there,
and he saw what had happened, but he did beware,
for he knew that the Ring was a dangerous toy,
even if it was found by an innocent boy.
And he feared for the heart and the soul of his mate.
And he told him to follopw him. It was too late!
When they came to the Cracks of Doom, near to the fire
Already stron was Isildur´s desire.
"Cast it into the fire! Leave Evil forever!"
yelled Elrond, but Isildur did reply: "Never!!
This Ring is the prey of a dead father´s son.
Brother of a dead prince, for the war now is won!"
And he left the black mountain, the Ring in his hand.
And he soon became king of a free and fair land.
But sad is the sory of Gondor´s last king.
Not long did he bear the Black Enemy´s Ring,
for it slid of his hand in a river at last,
and killed was the last King of Men of the past.
For the Ring left it´s bearer and gave him to death
Which swift cam with orcs´ arrows, black, full of wrath.
And the Ring passed away, beyond what people knew
Will it be los forever? Do you wanna know too?
Long ago are the days of which I tell
Long ago is the moment when Sauron once fell
No more than a whisper that passes through trees,
a story of old, passed oér mountains and seas.
Through the mist of the past listen Isildur´s tale.
He was one of the Mortals, who so often fail.
He once turned the war for the Elves, and for Men.
But listen what happened to Isildur then:
His hand grabbed the Ring, which was golden and plain
And he thought of his father, whom Sauron had slain.
And he felt a desire, deep inside his head,
he did not drop the Ring, but he kept it instead.
He gazed at the Ring, which still hot from the hand
Showed lines of red fire. He lay in the sand.
And Elrond, a frien of the prince then came there,
and he saw what had happened, but he did beware,
for he knew that the Ring was a dangerous toy,
even if it was found by an innocent boy.
And he feared for the heart and the soul of his mate.
And he told him to follopw him. It was too late!
When they came to the Cracks of Doom, near to the fire
Already stron was Isildur´s desire.
"Cast it into the fire! Leave Evil forever!"
yelled Elrond, but Isildur did reply: "Never!!
This Ring is the prey of a dead father´s son.
Brother of a dead prince, for the war now is won!"
And he left the black mountain, the Ring in his hand.
And he soon became king of a free and fair land.
But sad is the sory of Gondor´s last king.
Not long did he bear the Black Enemy´s Ring,
for it slid of his hand in a river at last,
and killed was the last King of Men of the past.
For the Ring left it´s bearer and gave him to death
Which swift cam with orcs´ arrows, black, full of wrath.
And the Ring passed away, beyond what people knew
Will it be los forever? Do you wanna know too?
