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Autor Thema: The Siege of Lothlórien  (Gelesen 1569 mal)

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Re: The Siege of Lothlórien
« Antwort #30 am: 26. Sep 2017, 21:44 »
The quietness before the storm, which is soon to be broken by the crushing of shields and the waving of blades. As apprehension rises, the Lady takes a walk on her lonesome among the external trees of the realm, facing the chain of the Misty Mountains. She entrusts some words to the wind, addressing Sauron and his oncoming assault.

GALADRIEL: ''The chill prior to bolts and lightning. Such a suspended mood all over this old and hallowed ground. An eerie breeze blows from the eastern shires of the outer world. The beast is ready and well prepared; long claws and poisonous fangs. The shadows shall creep unto our sunny home, Galadhrim. We shall rest stout and firm in front of the hordes of hell which against us are to be thrown, with violence and no trace of mercy left. The end will either be their triumph or ours, my subjects. We are not to be given the second chance of the lucky, for lucky we are not. Luck seldom rewards the idle, while the wise mind strives to craft at wit's end. The latter luck is to bless. The reason why guard has never been lowered or weakened. Nor have voices of warning been deafened by ill-natured confidence which the Eldar are unlikely to boast. The pawns now move. The river shall run and meander at will, loose and impetuous its course and temper. Those waters will behold the spectacle taking place and raging in utter fury, stained by blood and gore of whom solely desires to keep the offender out. Of whom has dwelt in the forest as time passed and many mortal lives came to an end. The gentle dweller of these ways shall soon experience the crude unfolding of this major war, in which the Dark Lord longs to cast his shadow on every corner of this large continent. Those who are vexed will nonetheless live up to necessity and bold stand; hope still resists the spreading of darkness and light is not to abandon my merry domain. Nay, it shall not. Methinks, the menace will pass away and vanish, no matter the struggle and suffered strife. Songs will be sung again in the woods of Lothlórien. There shall be renewed occasions for joyful parties at the foot of the golden trees. Peace shall reign again over this kingdom. The Silver Lord will have been given even larger lands of green, when my task is fulfilled and my time on this earth is up and concluded.

Sauron, abhorred and cursed, your business will lead you nowhere but to demise and eternal desolation. You seek to stomp the fields of my realm. You seek to breach the wall you have never succeeded in passing through. Your hope is forlorn as your means. It won't be Orcs or monsters to bend the will of my people. Hither I have come a millennium ago and I don't intend to forswear what to me was appointed: defence and well-being of anyone breathing under the branches of the Golden Wood. Here lies a power you cannot grasp or understand, as very little you pay attention to what you deem worthless and lesser. Well, Dark Lord, there are forces in this world which were before Men and Elves, whose nature someone of your order should know well. Beware, tyrant, Arda is not be toyed with or deceived; the vast ether shall cry and waters rage. You will regret your ominous deeds and the prison of exile you are to undergo.''
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Re: The Siege of Lothlórien
« Antwort #31 am: 6. Okt 2017, 16:14 »
In her heading back to the tree-mansion of the White Lords of Lórien, the Lady encounters a lone fox, treading her same route. It seems confused and scared, as other animals were due to the pending fate of battle. She has some words of comfort to give.

GALADRIEL: ''You wail, gentle dweller of woods. I sense it. You're seeking for a fine shelter that would avail your hiding. You worry and wary you are about what awaits us all at the end of this. And you're not alone; no, you are not. Elves are not the only souls inhabiting these green paths, as you surely know. Beasts and creatures of diverse kind make our leading of life merrier. No cruel fangs nor claws. Quietness and peace reign here. Creatures of amicable temper, rejoicing at songs and sung noises they have too for us.

Well, friendly guest of this forest, you ought to stay far from the heat of battle which is soon to hit my golden domain. Move to the western limits, and even beyond, if you fancy soundness and your very existence. You have no part in this war and naught you might be blamed for. Your innocent being does not deserve to undergo pain or additional torture. You just desire to live and the joys of this world you merely yearn. Don't you, buoyant character of woods? War has been staining the soil and waters of Arda for too much time. Let us mend what is up to us to restore. And you, fiery traveller, flee and head to the shires whither the very Sun journey to go out and be renewed. May your loose and wild passion ever-lively be. Arda needs life and spirited mood as never before.''
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Re: The Siege of Lothlórien
« Antwort #32 am: 27. Okt 2017, 13:01 »
THE FIRST ASSAULT

At the time of the evacuation of Edoras, battalions of Orcs trespassed and violated the borders of the Golden Wood. In spite of the large number of such invading forces, it was not a proper full-scale assault. It might be that Dol Guldur sought to make an attempt and test the defence of Lothlórien, being unsure of which type of defensive mechanism the Elves would rely on. Sentinels were also well hidden all over the woods, their own homeland, making it quite impossible for the enemies to spot them, as they were completely in tune with the environment in which the battle would occur. The clash takes place in the late afternoon and this is the only assault of the three that befalls when there is still pale light in the sky, albeit Sauron sending clouds of menacing weather above the realm of the Lady. And Galadriel does reply to such magical device, by the creation of a strong wind that blows away any potential threat from the heaven of Lothlórien. The Elven Queen is also to be given a central role in the very confrontation, for her guidance will be decisive for the successful ending of the counter-attack.

As soon as Orcs are driven off from the border, some companies of Galadhrim will be sent as reinforcements to aid the king of Rohan and his people, besieged by Isengard in Helm's Deep.

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Re: The Siege of Lothlórien
« Antwort #33 am: 15. Feb 2018, 19:27 »
Clouds get close to the golden woods of Lórien, in a suspended atmosphere that carries angst and fear, for there is none who might not dread the menace of future ill to befall, especially those who ever have resided and bathed in light. Such was the case of the joyful people of the Golden Wood, since the departure of their one-time powerful monarch and the coming of the Lady and the Sire. The two were asked to keep the key of the kingdom and rule its subjects in wisdom, temperance and witty judgement. And these are rare qualities, nowadays, which one may seldom find in the rule above their head. But we're talking about Elves and the mightiest among them, clean and pure; far from vice as they are from evil. So that a land can truly be given the chance to flourish under the rays of the sun, and the fruits of one's hard labour shall be eventually rewarded for the good. This the Lady knows and taught, because the loyal sentinel, who never failed his imperative task, will see his home protected and sheltered, and his kin live the days ahead, in a brighter future that leaves woe behind. Hence, the new lords did came and were proclaimed the guardians of this region, oasis between perilous peaks and darkened woods. Yet, the so-named Elven Queen was not common ruler and a secret she bore, in that in her dwelt a magnificent force which green would make greener even in the most bitter winter and which seemed to keep decay at bay, halting the passing of time and rendering bliss a still present, to a point that Elves forgot grey days and there built a marvellous shrine. A secluded sanctuary, in which the art of the Immortals was not to know corruption, contrary to the voluble craft of the other races of Middle-earth. And every branch or bush was delighted to be nurtured by means that to nature belonged not; but to magic and arcane powers, hallowed and noble, acquired through the ages and taught by one of the Angels, millennia before. That formed the shield of those enchanted woods, charmed and blessed, or its wall that naught may breach, like the hard marble behind which Men are used to defending themselves.

Skies get dreary and thick, promising to rage and blow fell wind, to the damage of the sacred forest, that bad weather never has seen. The master has set his minions loose, as he wants his token back, to lead the world to a new darker night, inhabited by nightmares and wicked ghouls, whose malicious source is still alive and plans woeful revenge, now that he got to know that the Fellowship entered those safe ways, asking for relief from fire and shadow. Therefore, Isengard rises in fury against the shattered kingdom of the Horse Lords, although we pray that the hammer of Saruman will meet a gate that may not break; indeed, it is not stone-made, or of wooden shapes. It is the valour of those people, bound to battle their fate against the machines of the traitor. And the Fallen Wizard ignores that such hope may have been rendered frail, but it's not lost. Not yet. And destiny made it so that three gallant heroes shall join their fierce fight. And Elves might give a helping hand as well, should they succeed in driving the threat out of their dwellings.

Whilst the disgraceful wizard is waiting to unleash such army of dreadful steel and industry, his real puppeteer wages war to the country of Galadriel and Celeborn. Because he ever feared the potency of the Sorceress, being her able to pierce through every obscure desire and guess how things are actually to be, beyond any disguise or cheap trick. Being thus the War of the Ring near its bloody apex, Sauron deemed it right to begin his whole assault on all lands that dared define themselves as free. The Free People are outnumbered and besieged from all sides; every of them will have to fight their way through, for the Dark Lord has been amassing grand legions of foes, comprised of his southern and eastern allies. And allies they are not, looking more like pitiful slaves who beg for survival and were forced into an unnatural allegiance. Well, these armies shall be sent to every corner and region, with the sole intention of seizing control and erasing any resistance. This will soon happen within the borders of Lothlórien, as a foul host is awaiting in trepidation on the other shore, sending its vanguard to watch over the target and explore.
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