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Tuesday, March 02, 2004

I would finish my tale if I could but the tides are changing.

It is time for the end of another age. I regret to say this but.......

I must leave. Now.

I will never be able to finish my tale ...but bear this one consequence in mind...

Osgiliath has lain in ruins for many years.......

I thank the source of inspiration of this site who happens to be The_Witch_King.

Fare well my followers...my listeners......

heed these last  from me....

wherever there is danger

where ever there is night,

they'll always be somthing small

to bring back that spark of light.


Saturday, January 31, 2004

Chapter 2:

The king looked at his kingdom from one of the high windows....... where was Minas Tirith?

 His wife was pregnant and though she persuaded him that she could traval, the king of Osgiliath decided that they would not evacuate.

Over the next few days the townsfolk of Osgiliath grew increasingly worried. The mountains were thick with smoke and the whole sky became black... jets of orange flame shot from somwhere behind the Ephel Duath.

The king was again left thinking whether he had done the right thing. So he sent threee more messengers to see what was happening beyond the mountains.

A week later.. no messengers returned. However, a strange person appeared on the door step of the great gate. The stranger was taken to the palace of the king. This person was cloaked in grey. A hood was pulled over his face;

"friend" the king greeted" what brings you here in these dark days"

"Friend?" croaked the old man " I have no friends....but these days are most definatly dark... dark and evil" the man whispered mysteriously"

"What do you know of this darkness?" the king asked, puzzled.

" A great many things...but not nearly enough. What do you know?"

"Only what we see and that none of our messengers have returned"

"you foolish man." the cloaked stranger croaked " You know nothing. Nothing of what is coming. But I will give you advice... fly from this city ...as far as you can go."

The man turned and walked out into the night.

" but wait" the king called, after him and...followed the man." my wife ...she is pregnant ...the child could come any day from now onwards..... can we not stay but a little longer?"

Just as the man was about to walk out of the city , he turned round.....

" a king makes his own decisions.......i am no king"

Then he walked out into the stormy night and the great gates of Osgiliath shut behind him with a loud clang.......


Wednesday, January 28, 2004

I'm about to tell you the tale of "The King of Osgiliath".

CHAPTER 1

Once there was a huge city ... not far from the small town of Minas Tirith.

This city had enormous, gates and the strongest defences ever made. The city, however, was peaceful. Those living there lived comfortably and new not the meaning of fear. The city was beautiful...it had golden archways and white stone. It had magnificent gardens, also.

Now there was a king who ruled Osgiliath. He was proud and powerful , calling himself... Markandor the Ferocious. Markandor had a wife named Ephicualin. Together they ruled in harmony. Until Markandor noticed that something was afoot....

" Ephicualin" he whispered, softly...."look... in the distance...beyond the black mountains... a black smoke rises.."

Soon  the whole of Osgiliathwas remarking on this smoke and wondering what it meant , they had never seen anything like it.....

The king sent out ...three messengers... one he sent to Minas Tirith, another he sent to the woods of Ithilien and the last, he sent to the black mountains.......

After 3 days of waiting.....the messenger from Gondor rode up to the gates of Osgiliath.

"sir" the messenger panted..." there is no one there. Minas Tirith has been deserted"...........


I'm about to tell you the tale of "The King of Osgiliath".

CHAPTER 1

Once there was a huge city ... not far from the small town of Minas Tirith.

This city had enormous, gates and the strongest defences ever made. The city, however, was peaceful. Those living there lived comfortably and new not the meaning of fear. The city was beautiful...it had golden archways and white stone. It had magnificent gardens, also.

Now there was a king who ruled Osgiliath. He was proud and powerful , calling himself... Markandor the Ferocious. Markandor had a wife named Ephicualin. Together they ruled in harmony. Until Markandor noticed that something was afoot....

" Ephicualin" he whispered, softly...."look... in the distance...beyond the black mountains... a black smoke rises.."

Soon  the whole of Osgiliathwas remarking on this smoke and wondering what it meant , they had never seen anything like it.....

The king sent out ...three messengers... one he sent to Minas Tirith, another he sent to the woods of Ithilien and the last, he sent to the black mountains.......

After 3 days of waiting.....the messenger from Gondor rode up to the gates of Osgiliath.

"sir" the messenger panted..." there is no one there. Minas Tirith has been deserted"...........