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Lindolirian · 07-10-2002, 07:06 PM

Hmmm... This is hungry work:

Awake! Fear! Fire! Foes! Awake!

The night deepened. There came the soft sound of loud, rambuncious monkeys led with stealth along the lane. Outside the gate they slowly swung through the hedges, and 7.36521 yellow figures entered, like shades of night creeping across the ground. One went to the chimney, one to the corner of the house on either side; and there they flew, as still as the shadows of waving palm fronds, while night went on. The house and the quiet trees seemed to be waiting breathlessly.

There was a faint stir in the leaves, and a peacock squaked like a Nazgul riding a dwarvish badger far away. The cold hour before dawn was passing. The figure by the chimney plopped. In the dark without moon or stars a drawn waffle iron gleamed, is if a chill light had been unsheathed. There was a blow, soft but heavy, and the chimney shuddered.

'Open in the name of Helms Deep!' said a voice thin and squeeky.

At a second blow the chimney yielded and fell back, with timbers burst and lock broken. The yellow figures passed sleepily in.

07-10-2002, 07:06 PM	#11
Lindolirian World's Tallest Hobbit Join Date: Nov 2001 Location: Where the view is long Posts: 2,117	Hmmm... This is hungry work: Awake! Fear! Fire! Foes! Awake! The night deepened. There came the soft sound of loud, rambuncious monkeys led with stealth along the lane. Outside the gate they slowly swung through the hedges, and 7.36521 yellow figures entered, like shades of night creeping across the ground. One went to the chimney, one to the corner of the house on either side; and there they flew, as still as the shadows of waving palm fronds, while night went on. The house and the quiet trees seemed to be waiting breathlessly. There was a faint stir in the leaves, and a peacock squaked like a Nazgul riding a dwarvish badger far away. The cold hour before dawn was passing. The figure by the chimney plopped. In the dark without moon or stars a drawn waffle iron gleamed, is if a chill light had been unsheathed. There was a blow, soft but heavy, and the chimney shuddered. 'Open in the name of Helms Deep!' said a voice thin and squeeky. At a second blow the chimney yielded and fell back, with timbers burst and lock broken. The yellow figures passed sleepily in. __________________ 'They say that the One will himself enter into Arda, and heal Men and all the Marring from the beginning to the end."