One Pint Too Many

Laughing Oliphaunt, The

9. Epilogue

   
Let them run! Let them charge!
Hear them laugh, “Free the barge!”
Burn them high! Burn them wide!
Hear them laugh, “Ol’phaunt hide!”
Loose the arrow! Nock the bow!
Hear them laugh, “Far too slow!
Cut them down, those Haradrim,
Far too arrogant, so they seem!”

And they swing their tusks,
Grey and booming,
And the oliphaunts laugh,
“Fair skies looming!
Drink with us, tiny beasts,
You’ve killed the masters,
Time for feasts!”

Oh, drink with the oliphaunt!
Let him laugh!
For he chortles and he chuckles
If you buy him a draught!
Oh, sing for the oliphaunt!
Let him listen!
And he’ll get ye good an’ drunk
Enough to send ye pissin’!

Just kill the swarthy Southron,
Drive your dagger through his gut,
For so the ol’phaunt dictates,
To free him from his rut!

Lusting for Swert-blood,
Those oliphaunts, they’ll bandy,
For every Southron skull you crack,
You’ll get one pint of brandy!

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

   

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Author: Aeneid

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Complete

Rating: General

Last Updated: 11/22/04

Original Post: 11/06/04

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