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Huan · 03-17-2006, 02:42 AM

Emlin leaned forward, whispering in Telu’s ear as the woman turned round to speak with the man. ‘We are called; we must go.’ He nodded toward where the little group of traveling players had finished the set up of their little puppet theater and now stood motioning for him to join him.

They had saved a little seat for Telu at the front, drawing her to it with eager hands as the two Elves arrived. Rowan gave Emlin a wink as he joined them behind the scenes. ‘And aren’t you the sudden and swift-winged suitor!’ She laughed as his fair face turned a shade paler.

Rowan took up the star-shaped little lantern that hung from a stick and lit the candle within it. ‘Play the song, Emlin she whispered as she raised the star to one side of the puppet stage.

The curtains opened and as the music ended, Emlin’s voice began to set the scene.

Of the march of the host of the Valar to the north of Middle-earth little is said in any tale; for among them went none of those Elves who had dwelt and suffered in the Hither Lands, and who made the histories of those days that still are known; and tidings of these things they only learned long afterwards from their kinfolk in Aman. But at last the might of the Valinor came up out of the West, and the challenge of the trumpets of Eönwë filled the sky; and Beleriand was ablaze with the glory of their arms, for the host of the Valar were arrayed in forms young and fair and terrible, and the mountains rang beneath their feet . . .

The trumpet rang out amidst the trees behind the stage. Figures of light and figures of darkness moved on the little stage. And though they knew how it would end, how, indeed, it had ended, still those gathered about the play called out to those warriors of light to be wary of the Orcs, the Balrogs, and the Dragons and they shivered in their seats at the mention of the Dark One’s name.

So did the story of the Great Battle, the War of Wrath begin, on a fair night in the heart of the Shire . . .

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Italicised quote from The Silmarillion; "Of the Voyage of Eärendil"

03-17-2006, 02:42 AM	#2730
Huan Haunting Spirit Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Halls of Oromë Posts: 54	Emlin leaned forward, whispering in Telu’s ear as the woman turned round to speak with the man. ‘We are called; we must go.’ He nodded toward where the little group of traveling players had finished the set up of their little puppet theater and now stood motioning for him to join him. They had saved a little seat for Telu at the front, drawing her to it with eager hands as the two Elves arrived. Rowan gave Emlin a wink as he joined them behind the scenes. ‘And aren’t you the sudden and swift-winged suitor!’ She laughed as his fair face turned a shade paler. Rowan took up the star-shaped little lantern that hung from a stick and lit the candle within it. ‘Play the song, Emlin she whispered as she raised the star to one side of the puppet stage. The curtains opened and as the music ended, Emlin’s voice began to set the scene. Of the march of the host of the Valar to the north of Middle-earth little is said in any tale; for among them went none of those Elves who had dwelt and suffered in the Hither Lands, and who made the histories of those days that still are known; and tidings of these things they only learned long afterwards from their kinfolk in Aman. But at last the might of the Valinor came up out of the West, and the challenge of the trumpets of Eönwë filled the sky; and Beleriand was ablaze with the glory of their arms, for the host of the Valar were arrayed in forms young and fair and terrible, and the mountains rang beneath their feet . . . The trumpet rang out amidst the trees behind the stage. Figures of light and figures of darkness moved on the little stage. And though they knew how it would end, how, indeed, it had ended, still those gathered about the play called out to those warriors of light to be wary of the Orcs, the Balrogs, and the Dragons and they shivered in their seats at the mention of the Dark One’s name. So did the story of the Great Battle, the War of Wrath begin, on a fair night in the heart of the Shire . . . -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Italicised quote from The Silmarillion; "Of the Voyage of Eärendil" __________________ But Huan the hound was true of heart, and the love of Lúthien had fallen upon him in the first hour of their meeting; and he grieved at her captivity . . .