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« on: July 09, 2007, 09:10:24 AM »

Hail Fair Folk and Good Kin,

Last evening Staffen, Jasz, Erazor and I had a little adventure in the Southern Barrow Downs.  Since musikal folk are poets too, I wrote this little ditty to commemorate a great time and fun filled adventure.  I do hope you like it.  I tip my hat and lift my mug to good friends - Cap'ns Staffen and Jasz and Champion Erazor who together made a Fellowship a wonderful thing.  The forces of darkness do bear hard upon us all, but cheer is where the hearts lift.  They lifted mine.  Here is to them - The Fabled Four!

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Digger Goodsong

Down in the Downs

Lift your ale and hear a tale
Of the Fabled Four and a dance galore
They met in Bree to start their spree
Then went down to the Downs
For their dancing grounds
Where the folk are skinny
And the bones are many.
The sun looked down
And heard their sound
As they tuned their blades
On a few old shades
They sang sweet tones
And danced with the bones
Down in the Downs
On the dancing grounds.

When the fourth joined in
They raised a din.
The Bone Man fell;
And Malin heard tell
They sang with smiles
As they danced in styles
That rattled his bones
With their steely tones
Down in the Downs
On the dancing grounds.

In a jig and a flurry
Cap’n Staffen got hurried
And fell from a wall
When they heard his call,
‘Come on down.
‘There’s others around
Who rise from the ground
To hear our sound.’
So they all jumped down
Where those Wights abound
And flashed their smiles
And heaped up piles
O’ bones on bones
In gleeful tones
Down in the Downs
On the dancing grounds.

At the Great Barrow door
This Fabled Four
Didn’t knock long
Till they sang their song
In the dreary halls
Where the Wight folk calls.
With spiders and worms
They all took turns
Tuning their blades
On the fearsome shades
Down in the Downs
On the dancing grounds.

Champion Erazor led the dance
With Cap’n Staffen’s handsome glance,
They lept on the stones
And twirled those bones
While Jasz took a chance
With a Big Boss Dance.
Lil Digger beat his drum
And on his lute began to strum
A tune to greet the Barrow Wights
Who came to join the terrible sights
Down in the Downs
On the dancing grounds.

When all at once the Fabled Four
Heard a wailing at the door
They bowed real low
To this mighty foe
A rude old Wight
And a horrible sight,
‘Get outta here!
You drank my beer!
And you ate my pie!
Now you are all gonna die!
Down in the Downs
On the dancing grounds.'

Drawing swords and shining smiles,
The Four stepped over the big bone piles
And offered the Wight a chance
To join their merry dance
With awful breath
That reeked of death
That Wight gave a shout
‘I told you all.  Get out!’
Erazor tipped his hat
And began to dance at that
Staffen gave the Wight a whirl
And Jasz led the fellow in a twirl
While Digger played along
And sang a lively song
Down in the Downs
On the dancing grounds.

‘You are not right’
Jasz told that Wight
And Erazor said ‘He’s wrong’
So Staffen sang a great bone song
And Digger drummed a lively part
To still the air and lift the heart.
They danced and sang with sword and song
‘It’s time’ they cried ‘to Wight this wrong!’
The Great Wight turned
How his anger burned,
But his feet began to tickle
And his legs began to prickle
The song ere long had cast its spell
And the Big Wight danced until he fell.
Then falling they heard him sigh
‘Oh my, I think it me who’s gonna die.
Down in the Downs
On the dancing grounds.’

They gathered their loot,
Gave a shout and a hoot,
Quit the hall and hit the trail
Back to the Pony for ale.
The Fabled Four of hero’s stance
Were just bone-tired from a night of dance.
The Downs were cleaned.
The bones all gleamed.
As the dawn began to break,
And their muscles began to ache,
They lifted mugs to a night of fest.
They had danced their hero’s best.
Great friends with blade and song
Had turned the Wights from wrong,
Down in the downs
On the dancing grounds.

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« Reply #1 on: July 09, 2007, 09:54:06 AM »

Very well written good Digger!  You lifted this Dwarf's heart as I was able to recall a similar quest that I did endure.  But when you sing about it, it does sound a lot more merry and joyful.  I look forward to the day that we are able to fell foul creatures together as I can not wait to hear your mighty songs.
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« Reply #2 on: July 09, 2007, 10:06:02 AM »

Hosklar, My Good Dwarven Friend,

I am happy that you enjoyed the ditty.  And thanks for your kind words.

You and I must make an adventure together!  Not a quest but a drinking adventure.  We shall make it a contest between Dwarf and Hobbit.  One round of foes, and one round of Barliman's Best.  The first one who can't raise his weapon or his mug, loses.  We could find some nasty creatures who just don't understand good drinking and educate them to the finer things in life.  Fell things spend entirely too much time being evil and not enough time drinking with friends.  Let's show them how it's done.  We can also invite other kin, not to compete, but to carry us back.  Grin

Your friend and kinsman,
Digger Goodsong
Brewmeister of the Shire
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« Reply #3 on: July 09, 2007, 10:24:34 AM »

What a splendid recount of those events! All of them were harried, but Hobbits seem to have a knack for making grim tales not so dark and unspeakable. I know little of your lands or culture (as we get not a single hobbit in Dale for a year on end!), but you must be fine folk indeed to weave such yarns and pass the beers around as you do! I salute you, Master Goodsong!

As for my stirring up the Dead shortly after our victory over the said Bone Man, I should never have taken that stroll down the crumbling arcatrave (I think that is what it would be called.) It wouldn't have been so bad if it had only been those three initial wights, but then several more came up out of that rancid water and my fortune turned. Curiosity is not a good trait for a captain; I think that is the lesson learned here  Tongue

     
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« Reply #4 on: July 11, 2007, 03:05:57 AM »

Ah Digger! Well met indeed!

Your charming ditty has forever captured for me the excitement of our Great Barrows adventure:  brave Erazor leading from the front like a whirlwind, bold Staffen's Trojanic tanking and your goodself strumming us alive, and somehow taking notes it seems. Smiley For myself, I own I probably danced about a bit.

All praise to your many skills friend Digger! I owe you an ale.

Friend Jasz  Smiley
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« Reply #5 on: July 12, 2007, 05:08:44 PM »

Hail and well met ,

I find your prose enjoyable to the last, it was a great reminder of the fun dance we had in the Great Barrows.  I can't wait to have more adventures with you, Staffen and Jasz.
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Respectfully,
Erazor Elennar of Gondor
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