Peredhil

1982. Forced rhymes and all. In Shadow Mountains stood Fangtooth old Grim holdfast of Powers bold, Long before man crossed the sea Fangtooth held iniquity. Man's first ships settled shore Aged forest hid stag and boar, Children played in jeweled sand Fangtooth brooded in deep heartland. Many years passed around the sun Complacent kings fought for fun, Simple men the lands still worked Evil still in Fangtooth lurked. A shadow grew in many heart Power threw a wicked dart: Nameless Terror stalked the land Fangtooth reached a withered hand. Deep on night it stalked the moors Pausing, whispering, testing doors, Friendly sun grew far away Terror's memories haunting day. With tempers short King questioned Mage But no advice could open cage, Fangtooth's spies told of shame and dearth And fled from echoing hideous mirth. One fated night the Shadow's walk Attracted to some laughing talk, A boy and puppy swam in play Heedless of the dying day. With sheep and dog the shepherd boy In simple hut lived, filled with joy. In forest depths without a care Near hidden lake deep Merrowmere. The Shadow came quick on the scene The dog and boy still washing clean, The innocence of naked state Fangtooth's Shadow swelled with hate. Rushing on the joyful glen A sight to frighten hardened men, Cloaked in shadows, Fangtooth's might The Nameless Terror rushed to fight. In sudden fright the puppy started Fleeing fight but no sooner parted From master's side when 'neath his coat A rush of love surged into throat. Turning in tracks with bounding leap The teeth bounded off, but Love struck deep, Beneath its hide the Shadow bleed And so from Puppy Love it fled. Armed with light wrath set the pace Boy and dog started chase, Through forest and mount, tireless hours They hunted Fear now stripped of powers. Wilder lands into Hills of Pain Followed shepherd boy and Terror's Bane, Higher still past Witches Fountains Secret paths to Shadow Mountains. Until at last through Gap of Hate The trail did end at Fangtooth's gate, Last refuge of the darkling Powers Poisoned rocks, thrusting towers. In plunged the two, wrath unbated Through shadowed halls where malice waited, Silence's reign now was shattered Cross midnight stones sandals clattered. Into dark pierced now the light The boy's hand was strong, eyes were bright, While through his song wove words of might A shield of Love repelled the Fright. The hideous scenes long kept in dark, Hewed in stone, a grim hand's work, Crumbled pits to test the daring The boy passed by with steps unerring. Singing words of evil, black Powers cold; Chants of terror remain here untold. Above them all there rang the pride, Of Fangtooth's Master, never tried. For many hero or wizened mage, Had fallen to the lesser rage Of henchlings song or subtle snare Of promised help or deep despair. Not one endured to find his way To Fangtooth's 'neath light of day, Some fought for pride, some for glory Others for reasons untold in story. All had carried deep with in A knowledge of some buried sin, A deadly seed brought to flower In hero's heart by Fangtooth's power. The brightest sword, the greatest spell One by one they fought and fell Into the pages turned into past For want of hand or heart steadfast. Filled with memory of victories long, Fangtooth's Powers swelled in song, Some offered glory, a flashing sword, Or loves in chains; deceptive words. They wove bright webs of glistening sights, Fairy palaces filled with lights; They tried dark tales of loved ones pained Or glories lost and honors stained. One by one voice rose and tried, To find the flaw hid deep inside The boy that came, for they were sure No mortal lad could be that pure. On and on the shepherd came He wept at those that offered pain, He gave to fear no passing thought, Too young for lust - he answered naught. One by one they tried and failed As simple love and trust prevailed Until at last was only Master Seeped in hatred, life's disaster. With bright eyes the Powers waited The conclusion certain, outcome fated Dark's final song would now be heard By faithful dog and young shepherd. The Master rose with glittering eye And towered high into the sky Pale loathsome hands, face alabaster, Clad in power, now sang the Master. "Against your might I can't prevail, I surrender throne and rune-forged veil, I've waited long for you to come, The messenger of distasteful love," "I yield it all and all my forces You I'll teach in long discourses, How to rule and use the power Fangtooth's might is yours this hour." The Powers choked on rage and fear What words were these? What did they hear? The one they'd served wore craven's brand Submitting to a child's hand? The shepherd trembled and lowered head With such power he could rule instead Bring joy and light to darkened halls, Bring peace and love to tear down walls. Surely he could help the lands! His bent face studied suntanned hands, While patiently the Master knelt Ending song, stone heart did melt. In limp hand thrust a nose appealing Growling at the figure kneeling The light of love in flash laid bare: The Master had cast a final snare! With rising anger boy say the pit Sung with power and subtle wit, Truly eviller and mightier than all Had been Master of Fangtooth's hall. Unshakable knowledge of truth and light Renewed the boy in power and sight, Into the silence the young voice rang A song of love and hope he sang. His voice raised strong, a vision of life, Ruled by truth, untouched by strife, With guiding warmth from Power above That made the sun and earth with love, That'd touched the life of shepherd boy Had filled young depths with strength of joy Who guarded from all hate and care The forest beside deep Merrowmere. Of Man's potentials, simple strength, Rooted in youth, grown up at length, Of long sea voyages from afar Man's future made a rising star. "Light's new reign takes none of old Rejecting darkness' foul mold New foundations are being cast Darkness shan't be allowed to last!" The boy sang on, his voice a fire Driving back the Master Liar, Wounding deep with every word The Master of the Fangtooth brood. Until at last the stained walls battered Dark's last stronghold fell and shattered Fangtooth crumbled before the word of loyal dog and young shepherd. In Shadow Mountains lies Fangtooth's ruin torn by time its hoards lie strewn, Over grassy mounds feed fleecy sheep While shepherds guard from sunlit keep.

Wow. you nailed it. I know this grey.

My dearest diary of the beloved Pen, It has been a full day, being Polite, listening and counseling, giving advice and hugs both impartially. The fatigue I feel is mild compared to the ripples at pleasure at having cherished and loved others. Have agreed to spend a quiet evening watching Elladan play Warhammer Online. He does so endure his little games.

Smile to the world, they'll never know, How deeply the pain will go. Down past the heart to your very core: When you think you're full, there's only more. Hold out for a promise, believe it'll come, 'Till it hurts so badly you're nearly numb. The days crawl by as time seems to slow: When you don't know how far you have to go. So hard to trust a voice so barely heard, To know a Dad found in the written Word. Learning to trust while in the midst of pain: When all is done, love will remain.

O.o That is really good. me like.

A bit of a ramble for archival purposes. Read at your own risk, for this is the person behind the Peredhil I am an exclusion thinker. I'm blessed with enough that I take what goes correctly for granted, and my focus is innately directed toward exclusions. what ever I accomplish, I zero in on the (however small) portion that I could have done better. I "If Only". If Only I'd worked harder. If Only I'd worked smarter. If Only I'd figured it out a bit sooner. If Only I had/hadn't said something. If Only. I fill my life with "If Only"s. If Only I'd walked with Jesus surely it would be easier to believe what is written instead of how I feel. If Only I weren't alone. If Only I could just retreat from the world, and all it's demands, and have time to think and study and figure things out. Even my If Onlys are contrary. The result of my exclusionary thinking is that I don't do things. I wait on circumstances to change. I find excuses not to take charge of my life. I blame things, circumstances, people. My exclusionary thinking focuses on contrast. "But". "But what if" and I look at myriad futures that may or may not happen and find reasons not to try. Exclusionary thinking on my part leads to failure, excuses for failure, and reasons not to try. The only solution I've found for my ability to sabotage and defeat myself is trust in God. After so long, it's pretty much experience on my part, I know without uncertainty that things will work out, I will be taken care of, etc. Such a simple thing. Still doesn't make it any easier to live, just gives me a choice. Focus on promises? Or my "If Only" or "But"s.

LOL. I'd forgotten many of these.

Wow! I like this. Gives the up and down feeling of reality's pulsing when medications fight sickness. Good alliteration, nice use of line breaks. You shouldn't be reluctant to post at all. Heh - go read the sticky "should I post" - and then post more!!!

yay! welcome back!

My friend broods and paces restlessly, mulling bits of information and examining them like the raven he is. There's not enough to make a whole, but he can't leave the shiny pieces of his life alone. Outside, the wind rustles through the dying leaves idly, playfully testing each one to determine if it is its destiny to fall yet. Even the green leaves sway as it teases with promises of their future. Occasionally a child's shout drifts in, exclaim joys of discovery, a snail or worm, the joy of kicking leaves or just running to become one with the wind, heart pounding life pumping happiness. The start of a diesel engine and the raven flies away.

consider "beyond words" hyperbole, and describe to the best of fragile communications to the non-touched the beauty of such a transcendent feeling. The incredible *knowing* of love, without doubt, without wondering if it is manipulation, without anything but to enlarge the heart to receive such a gift. Feeling the love seeking out and finding each hidden fear of being unworthy of such a feeling, and soothing it with acceptance.

A grim grin spares nary tooth unless great gain Gleefully grinning I glean grated grain Going against the grain I grin at pain Though its gyres and glaives wind me 'bout.

Happy Birthday!!!

1. [male pennite] Orlan 2. [female pennite] Wrenwind 3. [adjective] bold 4. [another female pennite] Ayshela 5. [adjective] royal blue 6. [item of clothing] corset 7. [adverb] dynamically 8. [almost dragonic product] Almost Dragonic Hair Remover™ (only 2 Geld if you order now!) 9. [adjective] bashful 10. [creature] jabberwocky 11. [adjective] orange 12. [body part] nostrils. 13. [yet another female pennite] Beautiful Nightmare 14. [sickness] cooties 15. [event] Annual Pen Fundraiser 16. [shape] round 17. [speed] approaching the speed of light 18. [feeling] gruntled 19. [body part] toe 20. [game] War on Terror: the boardgame

I love these. *laughs in delight* thank you for hosting another one, Wyvern.

yay! shiny stabbity fun!

I left the store today, The birds quoth "cheap, cheap, cheap". I left the house tonight, The birds were fast asleep.

A game! a game! The game is on, The couplets needn't, Be too long.

glad you posted this. particularly resonated to "Instead of having my head in the clouds, I wish all of me were there."

1) Name of Female Pennite - Tralla 2) An Object - oscillating beanie cap propeller 3) Verb, ending in “ing” - osculating 4) Adverb - stingily 5) Noun - paradigm 6) Adjective - stonking 7) A Number - .00031 Name of Male Pennite - Jechum 9) Adverb - transparently 10) Adjective - minuscule 11) Type of Laugh - maniacal 12) Adjective - baby blue 13) Adverb - wearily 14) Plural Noun - tails 15) Part of Body - eyes 16) Adverb - highly 17) A Color - puce 18) Verb, Past Tense - defenestrated 19) Plural Noun - men 20) Verb - fighting

would die laughing - but is too wise to do so around a Necromancer... Marvelous!

Well written

wow. this really speaks to me. good job.

ooooh. that captures so many wonderful movie memories. *hugs Politely* welcome BACK!

Peredhil wandering in absent-mindedly, eyes fixed on the floor looking for dropped change. He wears a blush, a bit of icing, and a very dazed expression from the stripper. Looking up and seeing Wyvern... Wyvern! How wonderful. Here's the $1.36 I've collected toward the Pen Board Fees. quick hugs If I could just remember where I hid that mountain of geld I had. the Polite one wanders back off scratching his head to aid memory, leaving Wyvern with a dazed expression at the mention of a mountain of geld. The long lolling tongue encountered icing and in a swirling motion, licked it. The reptilian eyes sharpened suddenly. "Peroxide-blonde, 38, 24, 36, pasties, white cake, one hug and an unclaimed paid-for dance!!!" Portrait forgotten, Wyvern hurried after Peredhil Peredhil! Stop! Where was your party! I'll do it for you!