Autor´s note: Wow, you are a great audience *bows* Someone of you said
that the whole thing sounded like
A hobbit telling all this to his grandchildren. Yes!!! That is
it! This is exactly the atmosphere I want to create! As if all
this tells you of a time long ago and now you sit by a nice fire
at home and listen....
Some others wrote me tips how to correct some mistakes. Thanks.
I will do that at times.
Please don´t think I´m stupid or something, but English is
simply not my mother language, it is German :-)
Chapter 11)
A knife in the Dark
And the journey continued in morning´s soft light
And the fear of the Nazgúl had left like the night.
And soon Bree lay behind them and unseen they walked
Over untrodden paths, silently, and they talked
Of the things now to happen, and what came to pass
To their dear friend, old Gandalf. Still wet was the grass
Under their bare brown feet and the morning was fair
And they heard countless birds which they saw here and there.
"What has happened to Gandalf ? When will he arrive?"
At this moment the wizard still fought a hard strive
With the wizard of Orthanc, who now was his fiend
But soon he was rescued, by Gwaihir, a friend,
and the lord of all Eagles, who dwell in the West.
And he brought him away, but Gandalf did not rest.
And he flew to the halls then of Théoden King,
but he wasn´t let forth "ill are the news you bring!
So I beg you take any horse, to ride away
Go whereever you will, till the rising of day!"
And the pilgrim took Shadowfax, lord of all steed,
and he swift rode to Bree for now great was his need.
And when he arrived in Bree his heart was released
For he knew "They´re with Strider!" and now he was pleased.
For he knew, they were safer with him than alone,
he was more, than a Ranger, but heir to a throne.
But again a great danger drew close to the one
Who was the One Ring´s bearer. It was when the red sun
went to sleep in the night and the moon came out bright,
when the five friends did rest near a ruin at night.
And this ruin had once been quite famous, a tower
Of the guards of old times, when the Elves´ and Men´s power
were much greater. And Strider then left them alone.
And some minutes did pass after Strider had gone,
when they heard heavy hoofs, scary shrieks and a cry
far down under the rocks, sev´ral Nazgul passed by.
The hobbits drew their blades and they ran to the top
Of the ruin and gathered around, the cries stopped.
Put soon the black shapes of the Nazgúl were seen
And the blades that they drove were of steel and were keen.
And the hobbits were smashed to the side; and alone
stood the small lonely bearer he fell on the stone.
He crawled back, full of fear but he could not escape
He saw under their hoods nothing more than a shape.
And his fear was so great that his mind weakened down
That he took the One Ring from the bag of his gown.
He thought he would be safe, but when he put it on
He did feel at this moment, that Evil had won.
Now he saw, who they were, Kings of old, blades of steel
And their eyes pierced his soul, like a fiery wheel
seemed the Ring in these shadows. The Nazgullord´s hand
reached so soon at that ring, he nearly couldn´t stand.
When he drove off his hand the Ghost lifted his blade
And a feeling like poison he felt in the shade
And a terrible cry then sprang upon his lips
But before he could take the Ring of his fingertips
Aragorn had come back with a torch in each hand
And he attacked the Ringwraiths who soon couldn´t stand
The wrath of the Ranger the danger passed by
But the Ring´s little bearer gave many a cry.
He was stabbed by a terrible black Morgulblade
And with each little moment his life would now fade.
And they sprang through the forest to search for a weed
that should help, but it didn´t and great was their need
When they headed for Rivendell, life beating slow
In the Ringbearer´s heart. And what now? Who will know?
Okay, I hope chapter 12 will follow up soon. I´ve decided to stay close to the book, so I´ll go on with Glorfindel, not Arwen and Frodo riding to Rivendell alone. Hope you go on reviewing! Have a happy Easter!
Chapter 11)
A knife in the Dark
And the journey continued in morning´s soft light
And the fear of the Nazgúl had left like the night.
And soon Bree lay behind them and unseen they walked
Over untrodden paths, silently, and they talked
Of the things now to happen, and what came to pass
To their dear friend, old Gandalf. Still wet was the grass
Under their bare brown feet and the morning was fair
And they heard countless birds which they saw here and there.
"What has happened to Gandalf ? When will he arrive?"
At this moment the wizard still fought a hard strive
With the wizard of Orthanc, who now was his fiend
But soon he was rescued, by Gwaihir, a friend,
and the lord of all Eagles, who dwell in the West.
And he brought him away, but Gandalf did not rest.
And he flew to the halls then of Théoden King,
but he wasn´t let forth "ill are the news you bring!
So I beg you take any horse, to ride away
Go whereever you will, till the rising of day!"
And the pilgrim took Shadowfax, lord of all steed,
and he swift rode to Bree for now great was his need.
And when he arrived in Bree his heart was released
For he knew "They´re with Strider!" and now he was pleased.
For he knew, they were safer with him than alone,
he was more, than a Ranger, but heir to a throne.
But again a great danger drew close to the one
Who was the One Ring´s bearer. It was when the red sun
went to sleep in the night and the moon came out bright,
when the five friends did rest near a ruin at night.
And this ruin had once been quite famous, a tower
Of the guards of old times, when the Elves´ and Men´s power
were much greater. And Strider then left them alone.
And some minutes did pass after Strider had gone,
when they heard heavy hoofs, scary shrieks and a cry
far down under the rocks, sev´ral Nazgul passed by.
The hobbits drew their blades and they ran to the top
Of the ruin and gathered around, the cries stopped.
Put soon the black shapes of the Nazgúl were seen
And the blades that they drove were of steel and were keen.
And the hobbits were smashed to the side; and alone
stood the small lonely bearer he fell on the stone.
He crawled back, full of fear but he could not escape
He saw under their hoods nothing more than a shape.
And his fear was so great that his mind weakened down
That he took the One Ring from the bag of his gown.
He thought he would be safe, but when he put it on
He did feel at this moment, that Evil had won.
Now he saw, who they were, Kings of old, blades of steel
And their eyes pierced his soul, like a fiery wheel
seemed the Ring in these shadows. The Nazgullord´s hand
reached so soon at that ring, he nearly couldn´t stand.
When he drove off his hand the Ghost lifted his blade
And a feeling like poison he felt in the shade
And a terrible cry then sprang upon his lips
But before he could take the Ring of his fingertips
Aragorn had come back with a torch in each hand
And he attacked the Ringwraiths who soon couldn´t stand
The wrath of the Ranger the danger passed by
But the Ring´s little bearer gave many a cry.
He was stabbed by a terrible black Morgulblade
And with each little moment his life would now fade.
And they sprang through the forest to search for a weed
that should help, but it didn´t and great was their need
When they headed for Rivendell, life beating slow
In the Ringbearer´s heart. And what now? Who will know?
Okay, I hope chapter 12 will follow up soon. I´ve decided to stay close to the book, so I´ll go on with Glorfindel, not Arwen and Frodo riding to Rivendell alone. Hope you go on reviewing! Have a happy Easter!
