Author's note: I own nothing! nothing at all! and though the name Dwar is not actualy LOTR original material, it was later given to one of the nine, and so i will use it here for the same purpose. enjoy!
Deep in the hills of ice stood a winter land,
The shining rays on the morning snow aglow as tawny sand,
The houses strong and handsome,
The people proud and bold…
But the lord of all was heirless, and old.
Dwar watched the snowflakes pass the sun,
Wandered through the forests of ice…
Beyond the mountains where the watch fires burned,
Stood upon the slopes, saw all become
A canvas of the day soon done,
And stared into the silence, worn down by his fears,
grappled with the burden of his many, wasted years…
Listened to the icy wind…
He kept in correspondence with a lord of summer lands,
Adunaphel told him how grass felt under hardened hands,
…and of a man most strange, passing his way,
A lord of something...what he couldn't say,
Still he had to have journeyed far, this Lord Annatar.
They met, Wraith, Lord, and Ring.
No snow fell that night, as Annatar spoke of foreign delight,
Of places where men had touched the sky, Birds that swam, fish that could fly,
And many more a wondrous thing, until at last, he spoke of an Iron ring.
"There are few, only nine had I, and now only three.
Here, this gift I offer thee will give you the time you seek,
The price of your payment is small.
If I have need I will call for you, no payment at all!"
No payment, at all…
Now the hills of ice are still,
Gone is the sunlight from this land,
And the people proud and bold…
…it is not the wind that screeches in the cold…