Author´s note: I hope that is good, for I wrote most of that in an hour.
The Council of Elrond will
Be the next chapter. I will continue but please don´t be
disappointed if it sometimes lasts
A while until I post another chapter, for the semester has
started and that means more things
To do for me again. Hey, Ele. I´m waiting for your review.
Thanks for your mail. I like that.
Chapter 13 Rivendell
When he woke up he found himself lying in bed
He remembered still words that the Nazgul had said.
But his shoulder was bound and he wore a white gown
Which did never belong to the clothes of his own.
And the room were he was, was a nice place to be.
There were walls of white marmor and flowers to see.
When he looked round in wonder, he did wonder when
He´d been brought to this place, opened his eyes, but then.
Full of joy was his heart when he saw a known face
Sitting beside his bed, at this neverseen place.
For the friend he had so dearly missed in his pain
He was back and was sitting neyt to him again
And the wizard smiled warmly but he did not tell
Where he was and what evil things Saruman befell.
So the ringbearer´s safe and the story at end?
Not at all for the peoples still have to defend
Against dark floods from Mordor, who march to the west
Where the secondborn dwell and the firstborn still rest.
And the humans are weak for the old days are gone
When the high kings of Numeor sat on the Throne
Of their land, when in wonderful silvery light
Their armour still shone against Sauron´s dark night.
They feel they won´t resist against these who now claim
All their freedom and lifes. Forgotten is the name
Of Isildur and others who valiant and strong
Held their cities with strength. And the powerful song
Of high victory fades. They feel weak, hope is small.
And there´s only one man who could maybe help all
But he wanders in sorrow he still fears to claim
The throne of the west, allthough he after name
Is the heir of Isildur, a king of the old.
But before that things still have to happen and be told.
For the Lord of Imladris felt fear getting close
And from thought and from fear the High Halfelf arose.
He decided to hold a great Council as soon
As the peoples could gather to speak of their doom.
For he knew that the Ring would decide all their fate
And he thought of Isildur who once was his mate
In those wars, long forgotten in mists of the past
But he felt that decision had to come at last.
And alas all the lords of the free people strode
Through many assailed countrys, on horsebacks they rode
On swift steeds to meet there where the Halfling was brought
For they hoped that aid and maybe council was tought.
So came Boromir, son of the White City´s Lord
On a strong southern horse, for the valiant man sought
Explanation for a dream he did not get clear
For he dreamed of a voice, who in glory and fear
Told that Isildur´s bane would now soon be revealed
So he mounted his horse with horn, sword and with shield.
In his mind still the words from his dream that did say
That a Halfling might bear theirdoom through dawnless day.
And from Mirkwood he came, son of Thranduil King
As an elf from the Elvenfolk who used to sing
Under stars, under leaves and ill news he brought there
That the creature escaped that had once just lived where
An old hobbit had found a strange ring that was mad
And that creature escaped, whom the ring had turned mad.
And the craftsmen of dwarves left their mines in the east
And they went to Imladris and there they did meet
All the folk from the West. Their Lords came full of pride
For they walked on their feet, for the dwarves never ride
With them came Gimli Gloinsson, who as you will see
Will be one of our heros, when things come to be.
And the Ringbearer, shy among all these high men
Elves and dwarves soon stepped into their circle and then
After Elrond did tell him to get out the Ring
He revealed from his pocket this golden small thing
If you´re eager to know what will soon come to pass
You again must be patient, I hope to be fast.
So, all of you guys. REEEVIEEEW!!! *g*
Chapter 13 Rivendell
When he woke up he found himself lying in bed
He remembered still words that the Nazgul had said.
But his shoulder was bound and he wore a white gown
Which did never belong to the clothes of his own.
And the room were he was, was a nice place to be.
There were walls of white marmor and flowers to see.
When he looked round in wonder, he did wonder when
He´d been brought to this place, opened his eyes, but then.
Full of joy was his heart when he saw a known face
Sitting beside his bed, at this neverseen place.
For the friend he had so dearly missed in his pain
He was back and was sitting neyt to him again
And the wizard smiled warmly but he did not tell
Where he was and what evil things Saruman befell.
So the ringbearer´s safe and the story at end?
Not at all for the peoples still have to defend
Against dark floods from Mordor, who march to the west
Where the secondborn dwell and the firstborn still rest.
And the humans are weak for the old days are gone
When the high kings of Numeor sat on the Throne
Of their land, when in wonderful silvery light
Their armour still shone against Sauron´s dark night.
They feel they won´t resist against these who now claim
All their freedom and lifes. Forgotten is the name
Of Isildur and others who valiant and strong
Held their cities with strength. And the powerful song
Of high victory fades. They feel weak, hope is small.
And there´s only one man who could maybe help all
But he wanders in sorrow he still fears to claim
The throne of the west, allthough he after name
Is the heir of Isildur, a king of the old.
But before that things still have to happen and be told.
For the Lord of Imladris felt fear getting close
And from thought and from fear the High Halfelf arose.
He decided to hold a great Council as soon
As the peoples could gather to speak of their doom.
For he knew that the Ring would decide all their fate
And he thought of Isildur who once was his mate
In those wars, long forgotten in mists of the past
But he felt that decision had to come at last.
And alas all the lords of the free people strode
Through many assailed countrys, on horsebacks they rode
On swift steeds to meet there where the Halfling was brought
For they hoped that aid and maybe council was tought.
So came Boromir, son of the White City´s Lord
On a strong southern horse, for the valiant man sought
Explanation for a dream he did not get clear
For he dreamed of a voice, who in glory and fear
Told that Isildur´s bane would now soon be revealed
So he mounted his horse with horn, sword and with shield.
In his mind still the words from his dream that did say
That a Halfling might bear theirdoom through dawnless day.
And from Mirkwood he came, son of Thranduil King
As an elf from the Elvenfolk who used to sing
Under stars, under leaves and ill news he brought there
That the creature escaped that had once just lived where
An old hobbit had found a strange ring that was mad
And that creature escaped, whom the ring had turned mad.
And the craftsmen of dwarves left their mines in the east
And they went to Imladris and there they did meet
All the folk from the West. Their Lords came full of pride
For they walked on their feet, for the dwarves never ride
With them came Gimli Gloinsson, who as you will see
Will be one of our heros, when things come to be.
And the Ringbearer, shy among all these high men
Elves and dwarves soon stepped into their circle and then
After Elrond did tell him to get out the Ring
He revealed from his pocket this golden small thing
If you´re eager to know what will soon come to pass
You again must be patient, I hope to be fast.
So, all of you guys. REEEVIEEEW!!! *g*
