The Unseen Shadow:By Elwing

In shadows she walks
Her footsteps are doom
Her enemies know her not
She is clothed in gloom

In the blood of evil
She has dipped her dark sword
The invisible dagger is merciless
To Mordor’s black hordes

An enemy unforgiving
They made on that dark day
When the Corsairs came with vengeance
Aragorn’s deeds to repay

In sorrow unrelenting
And fiery wrath
Mormegil’s words were her guide
She had found her true path

To be the darkness that smothers
The shadow that kills
Gondor’s hidden weapon
In honor of the Tower on the hill!

Healing Hands by Elwing

Who are the real heroes
In times of peace and war?
The ones who fight and die?
Hallowed are their names in lore

Yet where would those heroes be
If not for healing hands?
“Courage have not I,” says the healer
Yet alone, she travels the lands

In a horse-drawn cart with balms and creams
Only a flail she wields
The tickling feather and the King’s favour
Are her only shields

Cair Andros is where her gardens lie
A dwarf she has, who raves and rants
Mormegil is her greatest bane
He one time stole her pants!

Though no songs sing of healers
Yet, in the Rangers´ Halls of Fame
Mistress of life and death she’ll be
Fair Nienna, The Healer, by name!

a trilogy by Eldarion.


Part 1: The Royal Couple

There once lived in Minas Tirith,
The Royal Couple, the King and Queen.
Often they assumed their alter egos,
Most of the time causing utter chaos. Mormegil influenced the King much,
Aragorn was a desperate monarch.
For some reason or other there was a Formenos,
The couple’s relationship was cold as frost.
He was tired chasing that person away,
She never let the King stay.
Things got to such a head,
The Queen tied the King to her bed.
Many nights and many days,
Before he was allowed some pay.
They slept separately,
He got tired of it quickly.
He didn’t want her to place locks on the door,
Even grovelled on the floor.
But nowadays he gets more daring,
Placed an ad with Elwing, Lockpicks for the three-inch locks,
Sent straight to his private mailbox.
So, Gilraen, you better keep watch, Mormegil may be more than your match! 





Part 2:The Attack of Mormegil

In Cair Loriatha where the Princess lived, Elwing her name was, as star-spray in the winter night.
At once Mormegil was smitten,
He was by love, bitten.
Cupid had apparently brewed an extra strong potion, 
The King was perpetually in motion.
He followed her around everywhere,
Wherever she was, he was there.
Found her at the Midnight Pavilion,
Could she be having an affair with a minion?
In Pubs and in her dwelling place,
The sight of his eager face.
He longed for her affection,
Even wanted to exchange ear infections.
Perhaps they went a bit too far,
Even taking baths together in Cair Loriatha?
Maybe the relationship was a bit sour,
Why did he fall into the pool every hour?
Another woman, a different pursuit,
Another to add to his dating list! Part 3: My Mother and the King

Another one! I screamed,
Another one of those frivolous relationships,
Horror of horrors, my mother!
When would I ever get any peace?
For they stood beside their dovecotes all day,
Without realizing they hadn’t sent the doves in the first place.
In the pubs and in other places,
Always could be seen together, their faces.
Pictures of her in his private apartment,
Neither of them giving their commitment.
He must have forgotten about the Queen and Formenos,
For they were seen in the water at Cair Andros.
I always wondered what he did on those visits,
Why the royal treasury suffered from a deficit.
She gave him forget-me-nots, then tulips,
Herbal creams and treatments to get rid of his nits.
I don’t know what she does to him with the Feather,
On second thought, I think I shouldn’t bother.
As I shall stop with my rants,
After all, she once lost her pants…




a Song by Eldarion.


Ladies of Gondor (Part 1)

Elwing is our Lady King most dear,
And whenever you need help, she's near
Writer of most amusing prose,
She does get mud stuck her nose.
She has this feud with Morme,
And her hair is all greasy.

Gil is perhaps a rather strange queen,
Certain people say she's mean.
Three-inch thick locks on her door,
Hypnotised by lava lamps, what more?
Never ever ever sleeps with men,
That's why she doesn't have children...

Trey is our Ranger Captain,
Sometimes her wolves are a pain.
Though she is very hardworking,
It's irritating to see her teflon shining.
She tells hard riddles and strange tales,
And her Damson cordial never fails.

Heron's a first-rate assassin,
Cunning, devious and full of sin.
Goes on mysterious travels and comes back,
With cats, jewellery and hobbits in bags.
Owner of a dark cave underground,
Where torture, debauchery and glee abound Ladies of Gondor (Part 2)

Gwai is our princess of Ithilien,
Seductive (to Morme!) underneath her charming mien.
She's a commentator, wears red costumes,
Chocolate cake does she consume.
Ballerina and proprietor of the Theatre,
Always sleeping with Mr. Snotter.

Lai is our "dearest" Healer,
Her healing methods are a bit macabre.
Leeches and earwigs, ants and chocolate,
Luckily she doesn't get too intimate.
She likes to argue with a certain Elf,
And also plays the fiddle by herself. Nienna was my mother,
Cavorting with various fathers.
A collection of feathers remains well-used,
Pity those people who have been abused.
She lives on Cair Andros with an eagle,
Who sometimes is more irritating than a beagle. Jezabelle's home is supposed to be the Library,
But goes on various travels and comes back grandly.
Who can remember when we celebrated her birthday,
With such pomp, all merry and gay (you know which sense I mean!)
And now she's changed, more trips she takes,
Too bad for her, she meets giant snakes! Ladies of Gondor (Part 3)

Anna is a cutie (even Morme agrees),
And very helpful to anyone she sees.
She's Huan's ex-wife, but doesn't have the kids,
Luckily so, or she'd probably need maids.
Useless games and helping Trey,
Looking for new husbands through the day. Beryle is our resident Goofball,
And comes every time Arteris calls.
She loves blue milk with sandwiches,
And her ingenuity after battle always amazes. Orc sandwiches were invented by her,
Is that why they taste so bitter?

Dee sometimes gets a little bit too sick,
And regurgitates whatever she eats.
"Hi" and "Bye" are her signature marks,
And she smells strongly of athelas.
Has strange likings for snakes and spaghetti,
Also has a lot of worms in her tummy… Nu Elf is a mafia boss, don't mess with her,
Gets brainwashed more often than you see her.
A bit loud and rude, and always hungry,
Quite a strange person to see.
Notions of a mad hospital come to mind,
More brainwashing there can she find. Thendel is unique a person as you can see,
Writing most remarkable poetry.
Laughter comes with her stories, 
Heart-twanging romantic fantasies. 
She's fun and talks in bold green,
A harmless comedy you've never seen




a Song by Eldarion.


Men of Gondor (Part 1)

Huan is ex-captain, but still hasn't learnt his lesson,
Of proper spelling, syntax and capitalization.
He's separated, Anna's ex-husband,
Once had to live with Gwaihir with the children.
His alter ego is Hugh, has a figure of himself,
And keeps his pig on the kitchen shelf.

Arteris is official Scribe,
Around him there's a writing vibe.
Grumpy, and drinks too much merlot and wine,
Whenever he doesn't get voted he whines.
He's Rôthinzil's ex; tells strange stories,
Such as himself dying and going to purgatory. Thorongil wears hot pink tights,
And whenever he wrestles (or comments) 'tis quite a sight,
To see hordes of girls chasing after him,
Old grannies to nubile beauties.
He has a special friend in Cupcake,
Gets hugged a lot and turns green in the face. Morrandir is the Boiler Man in the Boiler Room,
To him did the stressed Nienna zoom.
No one knows what they did in there, 
But whatever they did, they did it without a care.
Apart from that, he's extremely normal,
Except drinking too much rum and not being formal... Men of Gondor (Part 2)

Galiun is our most infamous spammer,
But of course sometimes he's funnier.
He's scared of earwigs, very many fears,
Including people biting off his ears.

Eagle isn't a newbie, or so he says,
But words speak louder than his ways.
Impatient and waiting for announcements,
His full name's all joined together and a tad hard to pronounce.. Hador is eager and can't remember people's names,
But he contributes all the same.
Posts a lot and very often,
It takes a while for him to realise he's late for lessons.

Blazing is Dor Moretirith's cook,
His spaghetti goes well with soup,
Makes over-late birthday cakes,
Wants to be Anna's new mate. Men of Gondor (Part 3)

Alamistix likes to find blood-stained books,
Cuts and bruises don't change his looks,
Cleans out local rat and termite infections,
And even taught Cupcake to pronounce consonants. Braganil composes superb haikus,
Strange poems to rival Dr. Seuss.
Over-zealous and double-posts,
Preferred job : Drama show host.

Armourer's whole life revolves around weapons,
Opened a Pub which only he frequents.
Closes down still-open threads about sex,
And makes all the admins vexed.

What about myself, you say?
Maybe, maybe another day.
While I leave you to your own poems,
As this one ends its conclusion.




My home    by Rôthinzil

Over rolling hills and fields of green,
Through pastures rich or wastelands mean,
I follow tracks and trails and then
I turn and head back home again.

And as I climb the next tall hill
I strain my eyes and wait until
The sunlight grows, exerts its power
And strikes the tall white gleaming tower.

This is my home, and here I stay
Until, of course, another day
When city life begins to pale,
And restless feet ache for the trail.


Hero of Gondor by Thendel To the tune of Botany Bay

Farewell to fair Gondor for-eh-ver,
Farewell to my comrades as well,
Farewell to the white towers as well,
Where I used to cut such a swell.

Singing too-ril-ih ooh-ril-ih addity,
We're bound to the Ring forever on,
Singing too-ril-ih ooh ril-ih addity,
But our hearts beat ever strong.

We're leaving the lands that we care about,
We're ancestors of the Kings of old.
Because we are Rangers proud and keen,
Doomed to a life in the wold*.

Singing too-ril-ih ooh-ril-ih addity,
We're bound to the Ring forever on,
Singing too-ril-ih ooh ril-ih addity,
But our hearts beat ever strong.

Now Isildur's heir it is said will redeem us,
Son of Arathorn and Gilraen,
Raised by elves and taught wood lore,
Aragorn Elessar knows the wisdom all should gain.

Singing too-ril-ih ooh-ril-ih addity,
We're bound to the Ring forever on,
Singing too-ril-ih ooh ril-ih addity,
But our hearts beat ever strong.

Oh had he the wings of an eagle of Manwe,*
He'd soar on the wind so high,
Slap bang to the arms of his one true love,
And in her sweet presence he'd die.

Singing too-ril-ih ooh-ril-ih addity,
We're bound to the Ring forever on,
Singing too-ril-ih ooh ril-ih addity,
But our hearts beat ever strong.

Now all you young warriors set to save our lands,
Take regard of what history does tell,
Mind all you do is righteous,
Or you'll find yourself alone in a dell.

Singing too-ril-ih ooh-ril-ih addity,
We're bound to the Ring forever on,
Singing too-ril-ih ooh ril-ih addity,
But our hearts beat ever strong.

Singing too-ril-ih ooh-ril-ih addity,
We're bound to the Ring forever on,
Singing too-ril-ih ooh ril-ih addity,
But our hearts beat ever strong. *Note; A wold is an uncleared patch of land. And a dell is a little wooded hollow.
The Manwe part was a pun of Mormegil, with no offence meant.


Dreaming-Sweet Nienna by Thendel To the tune of Waltzing Matilda

There was once a young Ranger out in the woods one day,
Under the branch of an old oak tree,
And he sang as he dreamed and waited till his love arrived
You'll come A-Dreaming-Sweet-Nienna with me.

Dreaming sweet Nienna, Nienna my darling
You'll come A-Dreaming-Sweet-Nienna with me
And he sang as he dreamed and waited till his love arrived
You'll come A-Dreaming-Sweet-Nienna with me.

Down by the other bank strolled a maiden fair,
Black was her hair and her eyes like the sea,
And she sang as she walked to where true love lay
You'll come A-Dreaming-Sweet-Nienna with me.

Dreaming sweet Nienna, Nienna my darling
You'll come A-Dreaming-Sweet-Nienna with me
And he sang as he dreamed and waited till his love arrived
You'll come A-Dreaming-Sweet-Nienna with me.

Up got the Ranger and headed down the river,
Up came the minions… one… two… three,
Up got the Ranger and headed down the river,
You'll come A-Dreaming-Sweet-Nienna with me.

Dreaming sweet Nienna, Nienna my darling
You'll come A-Dreaming-Sweet-Nienna with me
And he sang as he dreamed and waited till his love arrived
You'll come A-Dreaming-Sweet-Nienna with me.

Out from a bush rushed a horrid orc, axe shining in the light,
You'll never see your love again, says he,
And his voice may be heard as you sit by the riverbed,
You'll come A-Dreaming-Sweet-Nienna with me.

Dreaming sweet Nienna, Nienna my darling
You'll come A-Dreaming-Sweet-Nienna with me
And he sang as he dreamed and waited till his love arrived
You'll come A-Dreaming-Sweet-Nienna with me.

Dreaming sweet Nienna, Nienna my darling
You'll come A-Dreaming-Sweet-Nienna with me
And he sang as he dreamed and waited till his love arrived
You'll come A-Dreaming-Sweet-Nienna with me.


Xavier by Eldarion

He was an orphan, left alone,
Sorrow coursed through flesh and bone.
And as Gwaihir saw him one day,
She wanted him, more than words could say.
A kindly home and a nice mistress,
Having a nice time with the feather dusters.
He was handsome, undoubtedly so,
And Gwai liked him, albeit she was so old!
He danced with her in some of her performances,
Played around with her knickers.
Not long after they moved to another castle,
And with dragons he had many a tussle.
A toy he was called, and they played ruthlessly,
Yet he went along obligingly.
He may have spoken a bit odd,
But he was hilarious, the poor sod.
He cooked and cleaned, was faithful and funny,
(Probably earned lots of money!)
Yet one day he went out to play,
And that, that was a fateful day.
A sad death, mourning for long,
For memory, I write this song.
And as our lives, and time, speeds ahead,
Let the memory of him never fade. 
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