The Sound of Drums
The city of Minas Tirith is a proud one, and beautiful. If you have
ever been there, in it's past years, you would know that it is a city
But no more.
There is no laughter, no song, no wondrous beauty. Cold, hard stone
surrounds the barren streets.
My home was once a marvelous capital, a jewel in the kingdom of Gondor.
It is about to be overrun with filth.
The tall, proud walls smash and the stone falls, crushing my fellow
soldiers. Fire leaps up on the streets, and we can not put it out.
Will not put it out.
Maybe, we almost want it to burn. To start over. Make my city beautiful
But no. We have to keep fighting, for the hope that Minas Tirith can be
a jewel in the future.
Will be a jewel.
The orcs come clambering in, vanquishing my comrades. I fight madly,
keeping that spark of hope in my heart.
We think we have won. We have cheered and shouted.
Then it comes.
The orcs have planned something.
The noise wafts up to where I am. Our cheers die.
The orcs are lifting up a battering ram that looks like a wolf's head.
They have stolen the cheers out of our mouths and returned them along a
terrible noise, one that strikes fear into my heart.
The sound of drums.
September 22, 1482
The fragrance of sea-salt hung in the air by the Grey Havens. Samwise
Gamgee lifted his head up and gazed into the sky, watching the gulls
wheel around. He turned to try and see the Tower Hills, where he gave
the Red Book to Elanor.
It seemed like yesterday when he was reading stories to her, about
Frodo, and the Ring. Now she was all grown up, probably reading tales
to her own little ones.
Sam wiped a tear away that threatened to roll down his cheek.
How could it be, that when he knew that he would never find healing in
the Shire, he was heartbroken to leave it?
Frodo's words came back to him, and he understood how his master felt,
all those years before.
"My dear Sam, you can not always be torn in two, you were meant to be
solid and whole, and you will be."
Sam felt like he had been healed, at least for a little while, but now
the burden was back.
His eyes stared out at the sea, trying to catch some glimpse of
He stared out with determination, with love, and with sadness.
Sam knew what was to be done.
He lifted his foot to place onto the wooden floor of the boat. . . . .