Disclaimer: You know as well as I do that I don't own Tolkien's work....Yet.


Evil...

Hate...

Malice...

These I give you;

Dominate...

Conquer...

Destroy...

This you must do...

.........

They tried to climb trees!

The fools!

Mine was--of course-- the slowest...

I had forgotten teaching Gollum to climb....

It helped my impatience when I felt Varya's tension.

I was almost with them... they would have taken me home...

They pulled Bilbo into the tree in time....

It was a wretched tree... full of needles...

"Well, Varya?" I mocked the traitor; mine sang out as echoes.

"Fire: I am Fire," she sang, breathing her words into the Song itself.

I watched for a while as my wargs panicked in her flames, then smirking I began.

"Fire, are you? So am I... Burn Fire! Find fuel! Laugh!" I twisted, laughing while my orcs sang out in chorus.

Then came the Eagles.... His Eagles!

I protested... I hid... Bilbo gripped one of the horrid dwarves by the heals....

Over the ground we flew... And Varya smiling all the way..


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~Princess Arimae