Post by <:Laindriena:> on Jun 11, 2006 16:12:09 GMT -5
Projecting out of the barren dark land of rock, was a mountain. It's gray charred sides steeply shot up out of the land. It's presence made even the bravest cringe in terror. This mountain, was a place of many happenings. It was hollow inside. Churning and burning in the stone beast's belly was something like liquid sun. A doorway, carved out of rock and embelished with the blackest iron yawned into the cavernous opening. This was a place in Mordor, the Land of Shadow. This mountain, was called Mount Doom, and was appropriately named. This was were the One Ring was forged and destroyed, and this is were, one would be created.
Deep inside of the fire mountain, there was the stone bridge that extended out into the middle of the mountain. Below it, was swirling magma, and the charred remains of the old bridge. On the bridge stood a lone figure. Some would call it small, but stature doesn't always explain a person, or at least something in the shape of the mortals that crawled this land.
The figure was cloaked in a black material that swirrled around it like the smoke and heat that whirrled around in the mountain. On the figures head, there rested a crown, made out of black iron and studded with onyx. Beneath the crown, silken white hair danced around. The face of this creature was pale, smooth and beautiful. It's eyes were a hard ice blue and it's shoulders were tatooed with swirling, smokelike shapes. On the creature's hip was a belt with a sheathed curved sword. In one hand, there was a knife, strange runes were etched into its silver blade. The other hand, was outstetched, over the flaming water below. The female began to utter strange words, the knife was raised now. It came down and rested right before the woman's palm. Drawing it across, stange black blood was drawn. It covered the knife slowly. Then the woman breathed over the wound, and it dissappeared. She dropped the knife into the firey depths of the mountain.
There was a rush of strange noises, of dark voices. The wind blew around voilently, and then it halted. Rising up through the steam was a small object. It suddenly fell, hitting the bridge right before the woman;s feet. She lifted it up. It looked as if as it was made out of glass, it twisted into the shape of a star flower. It was beautiful, and deadly.
The woman slipped it onto her finger and closed her eyes. This was the beginning of the end for the free peoples of Middle Earth.
Darkness had crept over the world once
The rumor of a shadow passed long ago
But it has risen again
The Lady of the East has risen
More powerful than the lord
More deadly than the lord
This is the beginning of the end
Deep inside of the fire mountain, there was the stone bridge that extended out into the middle of the mountain. Below it, was swirling magma, and the charred remains of the old bridge. On the bridge stood a lone figure. Some would call it small, but stature doesn't always explain a person, or at least something in the shape of the mortals that crawled this land.
The figure was cloaked in a black material that swirrled around it like the smoke and heat that whirrled around in the mountain. On the figures head, there rested a crown, made out of black iron and studded with onyx. Beneath the crown, silken white hair danced around. The face of this creature was pale, smooth and beautiful. It's eyes were a hard ice blue and it's shoulders were tatooed with swirling, smokelike shapes. On the creature's hip was a belt with a sheathed curved sword. In one hand, there was a knife, strange runes were etched into its silver blade. The other hand, was outstetched, over the flaming water below. The female began to utter strange words, the knife was raised now. It came down and rested right before the woman's palm. Drawing it across, stange black blood was drawn. It covered the knife slowly. Then the woman breathed over the wound, and it dissappeared. She dropped the knife into the firey depths of the mountain.
There was a rush of strange noises, of dark voices. The wind blew around voilently, and then it halted. Rising up through the steam was a small object. It suddenly fell, hitting the bridge right before the woman;s feet. She lifted it up. It looked as if as it was made out of glass, it twisted into the shape of a star flower. It was beautiful, and deadly.
The woman slipped it onto her finger and closed her eyes. This was the beginning of the end for the free peoples of Middle Earth.
Darkness had crept over the world once
The rumor of a shadow passed long ago
But it has risen again
The Lady of the East has risen
More powerful than the lord
More deadly than the lord
This is the beginning of the end
