Tag: epic story

Despite the ban
We braved the ford
And galloped to the king
At the Golden Hall.
There Gandalf healed
The Grey-haired king
And expelled the worm
That poisoned the land.
 
The king decided
To create a force
To march to Isengard
Where the menace dwelt.
And named his niece
To the nasty task
Of bringing the citizens
To a safer place.
 
We searched for signs
Of the serpent’s deeds
And found the traitors
That took his gold.
Then we spread the word
That as soldiers muster
The people must pack
And prepare to leave.
 
The crowd watched
As the king assembled
The Riders to Rohan for battle.
While we were charged
To challenge the foes
That lurk in the lands near home.

Banished from the West
And barred from crossing
The Silver Waters
Of Snowbourn River,
We continued our fight
Against foes of the Mark
Till we found the harp
Of Horn’s mentor.
 
Then word reached us
Of Wildermore’s plight
Where winter and cold
Kept a firm hold.
We searched the snows
Till we saw the might
Of Núrzum, a giant
Of unnatural strength.
 
To help us fight
The fell giant
We searched the Balewood
For a sleeping ent.
To wake Leaflock
We loudly fought
The orcs that defiled
The forest’s bounds.
 
Leaflock did wake
The woods that slept
To fight the foes of the forest.
And Nona we found
To renew our group
As we left the wilds of Wildermore.

We peeked into a mirror
And peril we found –
We must follow the fellowship
And their fate discern.
On a boat we rode
Down the river’s course
Into lands where live
The Lords of Horses.
 
I was joined by three
On the journey south:
Nona the daring
Dunlending lass,
Horn who hailed
From the horse-lords realm,
And Corudan, our guide,
Of the Galadhrim elves.
 
We followed the fellowship
To the Falls of Rauros
Where signs did show
The shattering of the group.
Some walked to the west;
Others wandered east.
Which path can save
Our imperiled friends?
 
We chose the west
But chance did show
The fellowship was far ahead.
We needed steeds
Whose strides were quick
If we’re to hope to help our friends.