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The Ruling Ring · 07-09-2003, 11:10 AM

Barthaew sat back in a chair, looking at Child as he spoke his words, weaving a beautiful tale. The boy he was mainly directing his words to sat spellbound, murmuring to him finally when the man was finished then sitting back to think it over.

Barthaew looked around at the others. He might as well contribute, he thought. He used to love to craft tales.

"I'll tell next," Barthaew said softly, sitting up straighter in his chair as the others turned to him.

"Once in the longest days before lore,
A man washed up on a silver shore.

"Feeling the wind in his hair and the sand on his face,
He awoke in this mysterious place.

"He wandered on, into the heart of the land.
And there saw things he could not understand.

"There were trees, wide trunks, thick branches, wide leaves...and voices floating in the eaves.

"Deep and slow, old and pure, the man heard them, and he strained to hear more.

"They sang in a tongue not understood by men. They sang their songs, and they sang them again.

"The man tried to see them, standing on a mound, but he couldn't see that they were all around.

"The trees sang the songs, for the trees were alive...on the sun and the Wash did they thrive.

"The man fell asleep listening to their speech. When he awoke, he was on another beach.

"He was home again now though he didn't know how. The last of his ship had been the sinking prow.

"But he questioned not fortune, if fortune it was called. For when he told his tale, he was denounced by all.

"They thought he'd gone mad, was too long on the sea. But he knew the truth, what he'd heard in the trees.

"And even when old, a man frail, gray, and bent, he was glad that he knew he'd heard real, true Ents.

"Though he didn't know that name, which was shortened from so long, he was blessed with having heard the blessed Ent song."*

Barthaew bowed his head as he sat back again, to scattered applause to the poem. He'd always loved the notion of Ents, though he'd never seen a real one.

Soon, he heard song a few paces away, and picking up his mug moved to hear it better.

*original poem

[ July 15, 2003: Message edited by: The Ruling Ring ]

07-09-2003, 11:10 AM	#75
The Ruling Ring Haunting Spirit Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: Deep Thought Posts: 83	Barthaew sat back in a chair, looking at Child as he spoke his words, weaving a beautiful tale. The boy he was mainly directing his words to sat spellbound, murmuring to him finally when the man was finished then sitting back to think it over. Barthaew looked around at the others. He might as well contribute, he thought. He used to love to craft tales. "I'll tell next," Barthaew said softly, sitting up straighter in his chair as the others turned to him. "Once in the longest days before lore, A man washed up on a silver shore. "Feeling the wind in his hair and the sand on his face, He awoke in this mysterious place. "He wandered on, into the heart of the land. And there saw things he could not understand. "There were trees, wide trunks, thick branches, wide leaves...and voices floating in the eaves. "Deep and slow, old and pure, the man heard them, and he strained to hear more. "They sang in a tongue not understood by men. They sang their songs, and they sang them again. "The man tried to see them, standing on a mound, but he couldn't see that they were all around. "The trees sang the songs, for the trees were alive...on the sun and the Wash did they thrive. "The man fell asleep listening to their speech. When he awoke, he was on another beach. "He was home again now though he didn't know how. The last of his ship had been the sinking prow. "But he questioned not fortune, if fortune it was called. For when he told his tale, he was denounced by all. "They thought he'd gone mad, was too long on the sea. But he knew the truth, what he'd heard in the trees. "And even when old, a man frail, gray, and bent, he was glad that he knew he'd heard real, true Ents. "Though he didn't know that name, which was shortened from so long, he was blessed with having heard the blessed Ent song."* Barthaew bowed his head as he sat back again, to scattered applause to the poem. He'd always loved the notion of Ents, though he'd never seen a real one. Soon, he heard song a few paces away, and picking up his mug moved to hear it better. *original poem [ July 15, 2003: Message edited by: The Ruling Ring ] __________________ "Where now are the Dúnedain, Elessar, Elessar?"