Voices of Middle-Earth: 7. In the Tower

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7. In the Tower

Where this dark little piece came from, I don't quite know....... ~*~In the Tower~*~ My friend, can that be your voice I hear? how they swarm around me with their vulture faces they have taken all my clothing, my armor and all that I was dear friend, where are you will you come find me before they do their worst? can they make me betray you? I must not find out.... their vomit eyes gloat over my small nakedness I can scarce tell their eyes from their blades will they roast me alive like a side of mutton feast on my flesh drink my poisoned blood? I fear they have done so slaughtering all that I ever was taken my eyes stolen my skin and now they mock at my helpless bones on which the nerves cling like blood-blackened threads my friend, come and find me dear friend, come and find me where are you now? do they have you too? if they hold my feet over glowing coals can I snatch a dagger and slice my own throat before they can tear your name from my shrieks? my friend, come and find me dear friend, come and find me I fear it's too late they will breach my last wall soon all will be gone.... yet I heard your voice was it but a dream? dearest friend, where are you? ah, now they have gone perhaps I can leap to my death before they can return or madness take me yet I heard your voice perhaps I should wait... but no, it's too late my wits were too sluggish their whip bites my side with thousands of teeth coated with acid and the tincture of hell..... but now, what is this? do I dream once more are these your arms that wrap me around your tears that rain over my ruined garden? your lips on my brow your cloak on my shoulders my name in your eyes friend of friends, you have found me at last you have found me it was no dream.... and now your winged heart will bear me aloft above the foul clouds of poison and loss the shadows unspeakable now are dissolved such love astounding I have not deserved yet still you give it... but can you replant what they laid waste in a matter of minutes? for your sweet sake I would renew it and set down your story so all might know but is it beyond even your skill? my friend, have you found me have you truly found me or is it my doom to be lost ever lost never truly to go home?

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.

Story Information

Author: Armariel

Status: General

Completion: Work in Progress

Era: Multi-Age

Genre: Poetry

Rating: General

Last Updated: 04/19/11

Original Post: 01/09/05

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