Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| The Grass is Singing (Dunlendings) |
Prompts: Alternate Viewpoint: "The Voice of Saruman" Scientific achievement: Metalworking Write what you know: Title and/or lines from a favourite non-Tolkien poem |
| The Grass is Singing We worked in gold, bronze, copper, iron, brass. We lived freely and made many beautiful things. When the Sea-Lords and the Straw-Heads allied themselves against us, we made shields, swords, helmets. None of it was enough. They stole our lands and cursed our dead to walk forever. We took to the hills and ate grass. The White Hand came amongst us. He reminded us of what we had lost. He gave us the new hard metal. Now his valley is a wasteland and we creep back to our hills. But we will never forget how steel feels in the hand. |