I'm A Believer!

Adraefan

1. Chorus I (The Beginning)

   
Awake, Arda, awake! You see, You breathe, You give life for all! The lush-green grasses grow the children are born the races change develop evolve. Fourteen Powers, fourteen Valar guide the swaying winds and changing times. All hail the blesséd Children of Ilúvatar! Let Them move the world! Let Them set the stage! Fly fast now, speed past the Years of the Trees, First Age, Second Age. We care little for these long years their seeds will fertilize other tales. Take us, Valar-Gods, take us to the very edge of things! Bring us to those days when the Ring was found (but skip the part about Bilbo) when all grew dark and terrible and it seemed – for an instant, a brief flash of despair, that all should be lost… Of course, we had faith! …even if the players did not. And now show us our opening, let us peek through the bushes and see it all, (Entertain us if you can!) tell of the mighty deeds of mortals and elves, for only You, Valar-Gods, can bring us up to the very point when everything changed turned green black red and swirled away – Yes! Yes! There they are! (Where? Oh there! On Amon Hen, right by the mossy statue under the elm-ash-oak tree on that pleasant little patch of grass called, what was it, Garth Palen? Pal Garthen? Parth Galen!) See them now! Frodo: Ringbearer, good-good-good, still with ten digits and handfuls of courage always stout heart, resilient little hobbit. The one who saved us all, bless him! And now, followed quickly by another, breathing hard, Boromir: good-bad son of Gondor, desperate defeated handsome heavyset with tissue-thin spirit. He wants It! Alas, Boromir, when will your heart grow stiff? This is the act that dooms you. And away with invisible-Frodo, bring in the Uruk-hai, let the fight begin! We want violence! Blood, gore, lusting fury! Yes, yes, that’s it! Ha ha! Make it hurt! Wait. Wise, vain, merciful, aggressive Valar-Gods, halt the story now, at this very moment, and give us time to think: There is Boromir, sword spinning the Horn of Gondor at his lips, standing inhaling waiting (shielding defenseless Merry and Pippin) and what do we think? We think: Let him live! Let the good-bad son of Gondor continue his song! So give destiny a shake like a newly-pressed sheet, and behold the twists that chance and the Powers of Arda have devised…

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: Adult

Last Updated: 10/20/05

Original Post: 08/10/04

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