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May. 14th, 2006 02:21 pmThe Price of Power
The order has come.
An army must be built worthy of Mordor, and nothing can stand in its way, not even the trees which are the pride of Isengard. Trees I have nourished from seed and sapling. Trees I have conversed with in the long slow speech of the Ents. But trees are not an army, and an army I must have, weaponed and armored.
The trees are strong, my orcs tell me. Their roots go deep. They cry out to me, asking “why” in deep, bewildered tones as they fall.
The forges must be fueled.
“Rip them all down.”
The order has come.
An army must be built worthy of Mordor, and nothing can stand in its way, not even the trees which are the pride of Isengard. Trees I have nourished from seed and sapling. Trees I have conversed with in the long slow speech of the Ents. But trees are not an army, and an army I must have, weaponed and armored.
The trees are strong, my orcs tell me. Their roots go deep. They cry out to me, asking “why” in deep, bewildered tones as they fall.
The forges must be fueled.
“Rip them all down.”
movie drabble
May. 14th, 2006 02:21 pmThe Price of Power
The order has come.
An army must be built worthy of Mordor, and nothing can stand in its way, not even the trees which are the pride of Isengard. Trees I have nourished from seed and sapling. Trees I have conversed with in the long slow speech of the Ents. But trees are not an army, and an army I must have, weaponed and armored.
The trees are strong, my orcs tell me. Their roots go deep. They cry out to me, asking “why” in deep, bewildered tones as they fall.
The forges must be fueled.
“Rip them all down.”
The order has come.
An army must be built worthy of Mordor, and nothing can stand in its way, not even the trees which are the pride of Isengard. Trees I have nourished from seed and sapling. Trees I have conversed with in the long slow speech of the Ents. But trees are not an army, and an army I must have, weaponed and armored.
The trees are strong, my orcs tell me. Their roots go deep. They cry out to me, asking “why” in deep, bewildered tones as they fall.
The forges must be fueled.
“Rip them all down.”
Simple Folk
Just look at them, sitting here, bold as brass, like they never run off and made folks wonder.
Just look at them, sitting there, laughing and joking, like they never felt the touch of shadow.
Not a word of explanation, not to anyone. It’s a blessing Will Whitfoot kept Lobelia out of that hole after all.
We couldn’t explain, not that anyone’s asked. At least they didn’t try to auction off Bag End.
Perhaps when they’ve had a pint or two, they’ll find their tongues again.
Perhaps when we’ve had a pint or two, this will feel like home again.
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Just look at them, sitting here, bold as brass, like they never run off and made folks wonder.
Just look at them, sitting there, laughing and joking, like they never felt the touch of shadow.
Not a word of explanation, not to anyone. It’s a blessing Will Whitfoot kept Lobelia out of that hole after all.
We couldn’t explain, not that anyone’s asked. At least they didn’t try to auction off Bag End.
Perhaps when they’ve had a pint or two, they’ll find their tongues again.
Perhaps when we’ve had a pint or two, this will feel like home again.
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Ashes -- version 2
Apr. 12th, 2004 10:38 pmI had to save you.
I hear your voice, and you are glad that the task is done, but I cannot rejoice. I’ve nothing left inside.
I didn’t let you fall.
But there’s nowhere left to go, except a few more feet up this bit of rock. That won’t be enough. The mountain is destroying itself, same as it destroyed the Ring.
I couldn’t let you fall.
I called to you. You reached for me. I had to pull you up. And still we are dying, and my head aches and my heart is numb.
Why can’t I save you?
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I hear your voice, and you are glad that the task is done, but I cannot rejoice. I’ve nothing left inside.
I didn’t let you fall.
But there’s nowhere left to go, except a few more feet up this bit of rock. That won’t be enough. The mountain is destroying itself, same as it destroyed the Ring.
I couldn’t let you fall.
I called to you. You reached for me. I had to pull you up. And still we are dying, and my head aches and my heart is numb.
Why can’t I save you?
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