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Eorl of Rohan · 02-02-2004, 02:03 AM

Erenir watched the Elbereth's stars sparkle in the shadow of night from the window of Green Dragon, sipping water. 'Silver flow the glimmering waters of Anduin, and golden elanors even besprangles the shore of shire.' Erenir said, her thought straying back to the days of her youth, when she frolicked among the elanors and nimbrethils in the fields of Calanedhron, also named Rohan.

She could hear snatchs stories being told among the people - "Farewell, O twice beloved! A Turin turamber turun ambarten. Master of Doom by Doom mastered - O happy to be dead! Nienor Niniel daughter of Hurin cried out, and cast herself into the.." The tale of the children of Hurin, Erenir realised. Holbytlan children gathered around the man, who was telling that sad story. A little golden-haired holbytlan lass climbed onto his knee - he seemed to be a familiar presence in this inn. Interested, she leaned closer.

"It is said that Hurin wandered until he cast himself to the sea in despair. So ended Hurin, the mightest of mortal warriors of men. Thus became the curse of Morgoth Bauglir fulfilled, and all the doom full-wrought." The hobbit lads sniffed, and one lass burst into tears and hung onto his leg. "Poor Hurin!"

"Wait, Pansy, the tale is not finished." The man laughed, stroking her hair. "But the Valar took pity on the children of Hurin, and they forgot their sorrow in entering into the living fire, and they would ride with the host of Valar when Melkor would be unchained at the end of the world."

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02-02-2004, 02:03 AM	#11
Eorl of Rohan Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Seoul, South Korea Posts: 602	Erenir watched the Elbereth's stars sparkle in the shadow of night from the window of Green Dragon, sipping water. 'Silver flow the glimmering waters of Anduin, and golden elanors even besprangles the shore of shire.' Erenir said, her thought straying back to the days of her youth, when she frolicked among the elanors and nimbrethils in the fields of Calanedhron, also named Rohan. She could hear snatchs stories being told among the people - "Farewell, O twice beloved! A Turin turamber turun ambarten. Master of Doom by Doom mastered - O happy to be dead! Nienor Niniel daughter of Hurin cried out, and cast herself into the.." The tale of the children of Hurin, Erenir realised. Holbytlan children gathered around the man, who was telling that sad story. A little golden-haired holbytlan lass climbed onto his knee - he seemed to be a familiar presence in this inn. Interested, she leaned closer. "It is said that Hurin wandered until he cast himself to the sea in despair. So ended Hurin, the mightest of mortal warriors of men. Thus became the curse of Morgoth Bauglir fulfilled, and all the doom full-wrought." The hobbit lads sniffed, and one lass burst into tears and hung onto his leg. "Poor Hurin!" "Wait, Pansy, the tale is not finished." The man laughed, stroking her hair. "But the Valar took pity on the children of Hurin, and they forgot their sorrow in entering into the living fire, and they would ride with the host of Valar when Melkor would be unchained at the end of the world." <font size=1 color=339966>[ 3:33 AM February 02, 2004: Message edited by: Eorl of Rohan ] __________________ There is no signature here.