![]() |
|
|
|
Visit The *EVEN NEWER* Barrow-Downs Photo Page |
|
|
#11 |
|
Haunting Spirit
|
As she waited for the crowd to fall silent Astarielle ordered a round of drink for everyone. A great cheer was heard.
"My story begins in Mirkwood, however I shall not start my tales there. As I look around, I see many faces scarred by war and souls broken by love. I'll tell the dtory of a little known battle in Eregion." Astarielle paused. "An evil wind blew from the east bringing a cloud of darkness. This shhroud decended upon a small party of elves, of which I was one, who were travelling to Rivendell. In the darkness a shrill wail could be heard, moaning. It talked not in tongues of men nor elves but in a language even I could not decipher, though it did bear a resemblance to elvish. I know now it was the language of Mordor." A hush had decsended upon the crowd of listeners. "Beneath the darkness a battle cry was heard and a mass of pointed spears emerged in the distance. I could not judge there distance nor there speed because of the darkness. We seemed surrounded, but how no one knew. The horizon was empty on all sides just a minute before. We had stayed close to the cliff for protection but how could a cliff fail?" "The enemy were close, but not close enough....................." Astarielle decided to take a break to the dismay of all. She sat back down next to Hiri.
__________________
"I know exactly where I have been, But never where I will go for I tavel on the wings of angels" |
|
|
|
|
|
|