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Lalwendë · 10-02-2004, 10:35 AM

Isengrimhilde Thornrock, the well known music journalist from Archet, was recently in The Shire and she reported on some of the new youth movements there:

As I stepped from the wagon at Michel Delving I noticed large groups of black-clad young hobbits clustered on the steps of the Town Hall, and was immediately struck by the spectacle. I wondered if by chance a flock of Crebain had taken up roost there, but then I spied the poster.

Tonight!
The Sisters of Maeglin Reunion Show
7.30pm
Over 29s only

So this explained it. The Sisters of Maeglin, well-known doom merchants of days of yore had reformed for a special show in Michel Delving. These black-clad young hobbits were in fact Guls, waiting to nab a front row seat to see their idols. The Guls, a nickname taken from the word Nazgul, in tribute to their black flowing clothing and grim demeanour, had come out in force on this fine Shire day.

Many of the fans were older hobbits, well out of their tweens, but many were of the younger generation and I decided to ask them just what it was that they loved about the 'Sisters so much.

Hollyhock Brandybuck, a young hobbit of just 30, was dressed in a long black dress. Much too long in fact. It looked as though it had been made for someone well beyond hobbit size. "I like to look as Third Age as possible," she told me. "It was a much more romantic era". She told me she had all the albums by the Sisters of Maeglin, she had picked them up in a second-hand mathom store. "I like their music because it is heavy and speaks to me of darker days", she said. "They have good lyrics, unlike some of this bleepy stuff the hobbit lads like in Bywater. They are just following the crowd"

And as I stood there talking to this young hobbit lass, a horse and heavily modified cart came screeching around the corner of the Town Hall, packed with young hobbit lads. The thumping sounds of infamous DJ Mim Mirkwood came booming out from the back of the cart and the lads all started shouting. "Get back to the barrows you miserable Guls!" they yelled, as the cart raced away in a flurry of dust, the rickety homemade wooden spoiler on the back of the cart barely stabilising it as it roared into the distance.

"You get that kind of thing all the time" a lad in a leather coat told me. His name was Paladin Oldbrand, but he prefers to go by the name of "Fell". "It suits me better somehow", he said. He went on to tell me about the anthem "Wormtongue's Lament", which he told me was symbolic of all the torments suffered by the Gul in the name of their chosen way of life. "It's a song for all the losers out there."

I decided to get myself a ticket and repaired to the inn opposite the Town Hall where I ordered a pint of Beastbite and Black to get me in the mood for the gig.

10-02-2004, 10:35 AM	#8
Lalwendë A Mere Boggart Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: under the bed Posts: 4,737	Isengrimhilde Thornrock, the well known music journalist from Archet, was recently in The Shire and she reported on some of the new youth movements there: As I stepped from the wagon at Michel Delving I noticed large groups of black-clad young hobbits clustered on the steps of the Town Hall, and was immediately struck by the spectacle. I wondered if by chance a flock of Crebain had taken up roost there, but then I spied the poster. Tonight! The Sisters of Maeglin Reunion Show 7.30pm Over 29s only So this explained it. The Sisters of Maeglin, well-known doom merchants of days of yore had reformed for a special show in Michel Delving. These black-clad young hobbits were in fact Guls, waiting to nab a front row seat to see their idols. The Guls, a nickname taken from the word Nazgul, in tribute to their black flowing clothing and grim demeanour, had come out in force on this fine Shire day. Many of the fans were older hobbits, well out of their tweens, but many were of the younger generation and I decided to ask them just what it was that they loved about the 'Sisters so much. Hollyhock Brandybuck, a young hobbit of just 30, was dressed in a long black dress. Much too long in fact. It looked as though it had been made for someone well beyond hobbit size. "I like to look as Third Age as possible," she told me. "It was a much more romantic era". She told me she had all the albums by the Sisters of Maeglin, she had picked them up in a second-hand mathom store. "I like their music because it is heavy and speaks to me of darker days", she said. "They have good lyrics, unlike some of this bleepy stuff the hobbit lads like in Bywater. They are just following the crowd" And as I stood there talking to this young hobbit lass, a horse and heavily modified cart came screeching around the corner of the Town Hall, packed with young hobbit lads. The thumping sounds of infamous DJ Mim Mirkwood came booming out from the back of the cart and the lads all started shouting. "Get back to the barrows you miserable Guls!" they yelled, as the cart raced away in a flurry of dust, the rickety homemade wooden spoiler on the back of the cart barely stabilising it as it roared into the distance. "You get that kind of thing all the time" a lad in a leather coat told me. His name was Paladin Oldbrand, but he prefers to go by the name of "Fell". "It suits me better somehow", he said. He went on to tell me about the anthem "Wormtongue's Lament", which he told me was symbolic of all the torments suffered by the Gul in the name of their chosen way of life. "It's a song for all the losers out there." I decided to get myself a ticket and repaired to the inn opposite the Town Hall where I ordered a pint of Beastbite and Black to get me in the mood for the gig. __________________ Gordon's alive!