The Lay of Strider - by Larner
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b2memB2MeM Challenge: A prompt from mybluerose asking how Aragorn earned the name "Strider" in Bree
Title: The Lay of Strider
Format: poem
Genre: humor
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Theme: B2MeM
Characters: Aragorn, the people of Bree, three thieves
Pairings: N/A
Creators' Notes (optional): I was moved to try a different rhyme scheme. Hope it doesn't annoy! Heh!
Summary: Perhaps, had he come to Bree another way he'd have earned a differnt name.
The Lay of Strider
I was a Ranger,
and to Bree was I newly come.
No one there knew where I was from.
Of my parts they could make no sum.
I was a cipher
to which no answer could be put.
I’d no horse, had come on foot.
Of evil Men was I in pursuit.
They did not like me.
To them I represented great danger.
No time had they for the stranger
who’d come to Bree as of a Ranger.
They sensed me a puzzle,
for I would answer not their questions.
They gave me conflicting directions
And most uncomfortable suggestions.
I found the Men I sought
in the bar room at the Pony.
One tossed o’erhead a single stone he
had stolen last night from Estelconi.
Ah, but they knew me,
knew they truly must distract me.
One threw a knife hoping t’would impact me
whilst the others merely sought to trap me.
They sought to flee me.
In the bar they sowed confusion,
and with a confederate’s collusion
they tried to fool me with illusion.
They slipped out of the inn,
and in a storage shed lay hidden.
But still I came on them unbidden;
’twas their bodies stink undid them!
One still thought to flee,
and like a coney he raced all through town!
But afoot I chased him, and he found
that in the end I still ran him down,
A young girl squealed with glee,
and said, “He’s caught them like a spider!
I’ve never seen such a strider!”
Had I ridden I now be “Rider”!
Title: The Lay of Strider
Format: poem
Genre: humor
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
Theme: B2MeM
Characters: Aragorn, the people of Bree, three thieves
Pairings: N/A
Creators' Notes (optional): I was moved to try a different rhyme scheme. Hope it doesn't annoy! Heh!
Summary: Perhaps, had he come to Bree another way he'd have earned a differnt name.
I was a Ranger,
and to Bree was I newly come.
No one there knew where I was from.
Of my parts they could make no sum.
I was a cipher
to which no answer could be put.
I’d no horse, had come on foot.
Of evil Men was I in pursuit.
They did not like me.
To them I represented great danger.
No time had they for the stranger
who’d come to Bree as of a Ranger.
They sensed me a puzzle,
for I would answer not their questions.
They gave me conflicting directions
And most uncomfortable suggestions.
I found the Men I sought
in the bar room at the Pony.
One tossed o’erhead a single stone he
had stolen last night from Estelconi.
Ah, but they knew me,
knew they truly must distract me.
One threw a knife hoping t’would impact me
whilst the others merely sought to trap me.
They sought to flee me.
In the bar they sowed confusion,
and with a confederate’s collusion
they tried to fool me with illusion.
They slipped out of the inn,
and in a storage shed lay hidden.
But still I came on them unbidden;
’twas their bodies stink undid them!
One still thought to flee,
and like a coney he raced all through town!
But afoot I chased him, and he found
that in the end I still ran him down,
A young girl squealed with glee,
and said, “He’s caught them like a spider!
I’ve never seen such a strider!”
Had I ridden I now be “Rider”!
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Date: 2015-03-24 10:41 pm (UTC)