Standing silently, contemplatively, his thoughts turned inward... In falling rain his hair plasters on his head. In thin strands they form gossamer cobwebs across his down cast face. The land before him falling endlessly down in the ghostly visage of mist below. Perched on top of a ancient felled tree that crosses one of the numerous gorges that rises them selves from the wooded realms around him. Forming a maze of criss, crossing forest paths in this unpopulated lands. The trees forming a soft canopy in to the drowning rain.
Just the other day he spoke to Tanathon, one of the scouts of Elrond. Telling him of his wish to be of assistance to their cause. He first spoke to Beongarn about his plans to patrols this plagued lands. In the time before before the fall of Arnor the kingdom of Rhuduar had strongholds in the east of the lands. And that is where he asked Tanathon for him to patrol. It would seem that there has been coming Hill-trolls into the shaws from the North. Most probably from Angmar. Is Angmar again mobilizing its forces to strike again at Rivendell?
Would it, the attack come from those lands; he would be aware of any such of the black enemy's creatures that might cross from there. If, that is the aim of the Witch King. If he still rules in the lands North of the woods... But after the last attack on Imladris the elves of under the rule of Elrond, and rangers of the Duinedain, drove them back not that long ago. So what would they be doing back here?
He bends to look at the soft, wet grass. Water gushes down from the, dark, grey, heavens; the rustle of the pelting rain, like a gentle symphony, drowns out the rest of the forrest chitter. Now and then a small bird would call out aloud, breaking the continues susurrations of the drops falling from his head. Tracing a line on the disturbed soil in front of him, noting the freshness as he rubs his fingers together. He has been tracking this troll for some time now, and it seems that he mostly wanders between caves around the hills
I might as well make camp here tonight, he thinks. Lifting his head, he looks up at the foul weather. Wind howling strongly, while the drops of water smashes on his face. Around him leaves swirl, flies and swings past him in gusts of the storm.
A small smile creeps across his soaking face. Drops run down his elven features; strong, young and eager, with eyes the color of new silver steel and ancient wood, resilient against the evil that faces the Free People of Arda, deep inside burns a roaring furnace of hatred for all the of the Dark one's monsters. What starts out as a mere smirk forms into a broad grin as he spots the huge, lumbering troll below him. Sweetly oblivious to a pair of keen eyes that follows it. Pulling the bow slowly up from beside him. Keeping the troll in range along the old bark of the dead tree; he pulls the string back with the soft creak of leather. Crouching down, any moment now and the troll would be right below him.... With in the next second, right after he let the arrow lose.
Satisfaction.
As he scampers happily down he sings a soft tune under his breath.
Trollshaws
Short way to the East
Trollshaws
The land of the beast
You may hide on the hills
Lurk into the woods
We have already smelt your thrills
You can pray, you can run
For us it's more fun, we will crush you
And steal your goods
Woods in the North
By the Great East Road
Hideout for the brutes
Grave for the fools
Trollshaws
Short way to the East
Trollshaws
The land of the beast
Imprudent ranger will be in danger
Wiser one chose another road
Mindless adventurer, hero or rogue
Try to slain me and they'll give you gold
They will tear your Elven ears
Dwarven heads cut with their beard
Daring men shall run like hell
Deficient Hobbits eaten as well
Castles of Arnor
Deserted by wars
The ancient ruins
Liar for the grunts
They will tear your Elven ears
Dwarven heads cut with their beard
Daring men shall run like hell
Foolish Hobbits eaten as well
Goliaths of Sauron
Vagabonds of the night
Denizens of Trollshaws
Slayers of knights
Songwriters
JOUHKI, KAISA / MYKKAENEN, TOMI / RALLI, TIINA / RAUTIO, JUSSI / VAHVANEN, HENRI / VAHVANEN, JYRI / MENNANDER, PATRIK
"Yeah right." he says laughing under his breath a he pulls the arrow out from the trolls huge grotesque, deformed hea
