corsairs

The night air outside the scholar’s archive in Duillond was cool and the starshine glimmered down upon the worn stone pavers. Parnard stared at the stars. He had already changed into his red dressing-gown lined with white satin, worn over his sword belt. The scabbard of Steel-Thorn, having nowhere to go, flared straight backward from the slitted vent of the gown like a metallic tail, and added a careless swagger to his ensemble. 

Strange Speech

A tale I told to me grandkids on this special occasion...

The air in the Lower Ward was a thick reek of stinging charcoal smoke, heady with the savoury perfume of roasted lamb. Amidst the rhythmic clink-clink-clink of hammers on anvils and the persistent braying of pack donkeys, the glare of whitewashed buildings against the deep azure sky struck the eye with a blinding brilliance. Nearby, merchants haggled with frantic desperation, their voices rising like heat off the paving tiles.

And so it was as so it was so as we rode from Isengard in triumph, singing songs and riding our horses.  Then did the King Thèoden, say, ‘So be it!  The wicked Saramn is dead, and Rohan is safe!  Hurrah!’ and everyone cheered cheerfully.

~~The Ambitious Corsair~~

Part V

~~The Ambitious Corsair~~

Part IV

~~The Ambitious Corsair~~

Part III

In the south, the ships of the Corsairs were approaching. "The Corsairs of Umbar are coming!", men shouted, feeling that their doom was coming and Belfalas, Ethir, and Lebennin were taken.