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A Golden Light- A Golden Light -
Smoke Smoke rose to the sky, swirling between the tall, white towers. It could be seen from afar, from beyond the circle of mountains that had sheltered the city for so long. Now, those stone ramparts were useless: jealousy and malice had opened the gates, and let evil in.
Flames licked the steps, raced up the walls, their roars covering the screams of fear and anguish that echoed through the streets and down the Halls. Where once shone white marble and silver, they left their dark stain; where once stood a proud city was slaughter and chaos, and unnumbered tears of fear. Green trees withered in the heat, banners bu
No More Despair- No More Despair -
I am standing at a crossroad; and wherever I look, I see death. It is behind me, its icy breath on my neck, its cold touch on the bodies of the men fallen in Helm's Deep. It is in every whisper of war carried by the wind. And as I look forward, I see it in my future, preceding me and calling out: "Follow, sister!"
I am standing at a crossroad; and where will I go? Shall I listen to duty, and my uncle's voice as he commands me to stay and lead our people through the war should he fail? Shall I remain behind once again? The banners will disappear behind the horizon, the sound of horns die in the distance, and once again I
The Greatest Warrior- The Greatest Warrior -
Sword clashed against sword; wood against wood, for now, but someday it would be steel ringing above the training grounds, Faramir thought. He shifted on his feet, uncomfortable under the midday sun, and glanced towards his wife. Éowyn watched the display with a blank face; but years of marriage had taught Faramir to read that mask of hers, acquired during the darker days of her life. He knew she was worried.
Turning his attention back to the training grounds, Faramir scanned the couples of fighters for his son's golden hair. Elboron was there, amongst the other boys of his age who wished to join the training t
The Example- The Example -
It was, Cearl thought bitterly, a beautiful day, blessed with a shining sun and a wind that blew warm though the spring was still early, carrying the fragrance of early flowers. The golden roofs would glisten like gold, he thought.
Yet Cearl dared not look up as he was dragged towards the central square. He kept his eyes resolutely fixed on the mud that pooled around his feet, even as the guards released him and he landed on his knees into the dirt. The rope around his wrists chafed at his skin, but he relished the feeling. After all, soon he would lose it for good.
"Cearl, son of Cealwulf," called out Eafa, the captain of
La Croisade- La Croisade -
La Sainte Croix sur la colline,
Le symbole de Son juste règne
Est couronnée dune mer de flammes,
Une mer de cris dune ville qui saigne.
Voici la victoire attendue,
La gloire promise, la noble quête;
Les ruines de Jérusalem
Ont un amer goût de défaite.
Il est dit « Tu ne tueras point »;
Ces mots sacrés ont des frontières:
Lobscurité de nos églises,
La sûre retraite de nos terres.
Les pierres noircies, les mères en larmes
Ne briseront pas nos curs vaillants;
Et pour ces crimes, nos nobles âmes
Ne souffriront aucun t
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