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
