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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Something close like Shire
Posts: 769
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Annunfuin sat by the great camp fire and stared at the flames however without seeing them. His mind wandered its own routes, memories came and went as they wished and he did not try to control the flow. Sounds and smells from around him triggered recollections of days long gone. At some point an old melody filled his head. He began humming, first wavering then intensifying as the words arose from Annunfuin's subconscious.
The King was yet without a crown but great was he as 'twas known Hope he was when hope was frail and men would follow him or fail. All other sounds ceased, both men and elves turned to look at the grey Gondorian. Annunfuin's voice was dark and velvety yet clear and calm, filling the twilight air. Seven times thousand brave men then marched towards Evil's den one who falters will go down so Forth! To death or great renown. They saw the Gates of Mordor land and there was hardly heart or hand which did not tremble before that sight of Sauron's realm and endless night. All hope seemed lost, doom was near foe o'erwhelming caused great fear shades and arrows filled the air and the cries of Nazguls killed all fair. But Tree and Stars rose unyielding the flag which the King was wielding with White Horse and the Silver Swan men stood against the foe as one. Blood was shed, brave men were lost no greater could have been the cost proud warriors that gave their lives to save their children and their wives. And so befell amid the fall that aid came by the hands of the small and in the end conjoined all cords 'twas the end of Dark Lord's. One thing there was that made this true and these will be my final cue When doom seems clear, all in vain Faith without hope is one that remain. Annunfuin fell silent and then stood up to stir the fire. He could feel the stares of the others and needed to do something to end the prolonged silence. He turned to face Laurel who had been talking with Herebrand, and spoke: "Well, we still have both faith and hope, and our hopes will come true." "But this time we have to trust no hands but our own. No little folk nor eagles are here to aid us." Annunfuin recognised the voice that came from behind him and he raised his eyes to meet Sir Thagon’s piercing look… [ April 26, 2003: Message edited by: Annunfuiniel ]
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