The Battle of Quar'lest, part 1

March 19, 2010
The king of the elves
He sent warriors, the best,
To hold the great pass
At the mountain Quar'lest.
He sent forth only five,
Yea, five that was all,
To guard the crossing
To the elven-kings' hall.
Fair Sharith he sent
Unrivalled with knives,
Rothgar, seasoned pikeman
Who had taken many lives,
Hirath Orcsbane,
With bow he was best,
Norak Steadyhand,
Known as the "axe of the west",
And Lekorik the brave
None better with sword,
They rode all away
To face the orc horde.
And with them rode Rarrend,
A bent and old man
Wizened with age,
Clutching an oak staff in his hand.
They rode to the East
O'er streams and the plains.
The sunlight a'glinting
Off their steeds flowing manes.

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Blah said...
Mar. 25, 2010 at 2:18 pm
This could be made into a great story.
LightYagami replied...
Mar. 25, 2010 at 11:50 pm
Very good! But shouldn't it be in the poem section?
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