Challenge: Communication - Speech
Author: Erulisse (one L)
Disclaimer: Tolkien built the sandbox, I only play with the bucket and shovel that he left for me. No money, profit or non, is made from the publication of this story.
Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!
Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!
Spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered,
a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!
Éowyn sat astride her horse, her sword drawn. Her heartbeat thundered in her head; Merry, sharing her saddle, must be thrumming with its force. Shieldmaiden now, she was in the forefront of the first éored. Ahead, the enemy rained death onto the White City. Flames burned and the machines of war flung stones over the broken walls. Hesitation and doubt began to assail her. Looking to her left Théoden stood tall in his stirrups. His voice, so long slurred and silent rang out boldly.
She heard the King's speech and her heart hardened. It was a good day to die.