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Of
Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin |
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The beating
of swans wings opened his heart to the soul of the sea. Wave-bound on
the strand, he embraced a brother and a fate, and passed the Mountains
of Shadow. |
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| Of
the Fifth Battle: Nirnaeth Arnoediad the battle of unnumbered tears |
| We called
Ossiriand ‘The Land of the Dead that Live,’ but all Beleriand
was now heir to that title. Hithlum and Himring were hammer and anvil, and the House of Hador fanned the flames. Our swords were fire in a field of reeds, our armour a river of steel in the sun. No demon of darkness could vanquish us! But black-hearted night, not dawn, had arisen from the East. Gondolin stands alone until night passes and the morning star is forged. Beneath the Hill of Tears, swords of Eldar and Edain mingle, becoming one as they crumble together into rust. |
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| I have become involved with a group at Henneth Annun attempting to retell Tolkien's stories in the 100 word prose-poems known as drabbles. These were my chapters for The Silmaarillion |
| This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for private enjoyment, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author. |
| October
2003 |
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