Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| The Beacon Hills |
I tried to keep the rhymes simple enough to suit a nursery rhyme. I have no idea if this works. All feedback is immensely appreciated. |
| When dark is the hour and dire the need, Flames across seven hills shall speed. On Amon Dîn, silent hill Brightest blaze the night shall fill. On Eilenach, tooth of fire, Flames will flare in brilliant spire. On Nardol, also, fire head, Another beacon light shall spread. On Erelas, our vigil green, Flares from far off will be seen. On Minrimmon, our tower of old, Fires shall shine ever so bold. On Calenhad, all crowned in green, No flame will e’er remain unseen. On Amon Anwar, hill of awe, The flames shall forth the riders draw. When dark is the hour and dire the need, Flames across seven hills shall speed. On Amon Dîn, silent hill, On Eilenach, fire-sill, On Nardol, knoll of fire-sheen, On Erelas, our vigil green, On Minrimmon, our tower of old, On Calenhad, all crowned in gold, On Amon Anwar, hill of awe - The flames shall forth the riders draw. |