Tolkien Fan Fiction
| 19 |
| Two Towers |
Day 19: Card: The Tower |
| Then to the Isle of Werewolves came Lúthien, clad in shadow-hame. With Huan guarding 'gainst foe throng, she sent her power forth in Song And shook the earth and tower fey And made the bones dance where they lay 'Til all the walls were tumbled down And Sauron groveled on the ground Yet stone builds not the strongest tower And steel hath not greater power Than Feänor's sons, crafty-wise: Catastrophe in fair disguise. For Angrist won from Curufin will serve but once, betray by end: It raises pride, and calls to Doom that lovers consigns to their tomb. |