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Darker Tides (A Tolkien Inspired Work)

Author - Oerath Windsoul

Written on - Wednesday 13th August 2014 (03:16am)

Darker Tides

Requested by Nirwen Celemirsel. I hope you'll like of it. I didn't deliver it wholly in poetic verses, only half-way or so, but I felt that it needed to have some detailing.

Written by: Oerath Windsoul

Darker Tides

He was standing on the high cliffs
Raging oceans lay below
His sister had just been carried away
By those dark waves of sorrow

He had nothing left, but one final deed
Glaurung was already nearing him
The cliff felt slippery beneath his trembling feet
But his trembling wasn't for fear, for his heart had ceased to pound; his thoughts had dimmed

And then he cried so loud and mighty
Unleashing all his fury upon the unsuspecting world
One man, one sword and one dragon; he had to claim his victory
He didn't trust to hope, for too long he had been walking in shadows; bearing a terrible curse

With vengeance, he dodged Glaurung's deadly firebreath
And penetrated it's scales and flesh with his black sword
And in terror and agony it shrieked; the gargantuan, wretched beast, then it fell unto it's death
But he, the man, fell down on his knees.. He didn't celebrate.. He didn't say another word..

Waves lashing the cliffside, his hair wet and filthy from water
His armor broken, pierced, blood flew along his tired body
His sister, the one he truly loved, lost and gone from the sight of her brother..
For the sake of her, he hoped.. That the waves would take her to the West; to the lands shrouded by mist.. To Valinor, of forgotten beauty and glory..

But he.. He wouldn't follow his sister to where she went..
For his sins were far too great, he wouldn't allow himself to live
Grinning and smiling at his black, accursed sword, Gurthang by it's name..
He asked from it, was it now happy.. And that would it accept one more death, for he indeed had one to give..

And gladly, it accepted his offer, and so he hit the sword deep unto soil of the battleground..
It's blade thirsted for blood, he fell upon it, embracing the sword's sharp blade.. And when his body was finally found..

They found him lying dead with his sword by his side..
Folk from a nearby village, they dug two graves, one for him and one for his lost sister..
While elsewhere, far away, upon a most unholy tower, a man sat on an iron throne..
But he wasn't the king, he was the enslaved; the prisoner, and now his visions had finally ended, but darker tides were upon him now..

Laughter echoed beside him.. Laughter of the dark one.. Morgoth Bauglir..
His curse had been fulfilled; it had beared fruit indeed.. And so he joyfully released the prisoner..
To wander upon Beleriand, alone forevermore.. Until death would come to retrieve him.. Until that moment, he could never see his children again.. Nevermore..

'And on those cliffs; at the place, where his daughter had thrown herself unto her possible death, and where his son had taken his own life. From there he found his mourning wife, dried out from inside, tired of her journey there, too weak to carry on. And upon their children's graves, a few words were spoken, but then his wife's spirit left the mortal plane, and faded into oblivion. And at that moment, the man, Húrin Thalion by name, was finally left alone. Tears he cried, tears of unimaginable pain. And the curse.. It was all over now.. But everything that had been declared, it all had proved to be true.. And every bit of joy that had once existed in his life.. It was all gone now.'

First, his own brother, kinsmen, fellow elven friends and now his whole family..
He wondered.. Would the people living in Beleriand ever be freed off Morgoth's cruel tyranny..