beepbobit
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*This account comes from the records of Superstormfur, a lieutenant of Gondor, collected by the Order of the Bards.*
It all began on one afternoon. Gondor was being besieged yet again by Mordor at its capital of Minas Tirith. But, in the background, there was a meeting occurring, between two great leaders, Leoden King of Rohan, and Beepbobit the Bard, lord of the Order of the Bards and Captian of Gondor. They were meeting to discuss the tides of the war.
“My Ranger scouts have reported that Isengarde is rising. They shall invade your stronghold of Edoras. You must allow your people to retreat, to Helms Deep, and do so quickly, so that you may fortify and prepare for an all out invasion.”
“Thank you for this information Beepbobit. I shall do so immediately. But, you should retreat as well, this city is about to fall.”
“Please, there is no need. I can always hide.”
“But where? They will burn everything”
“I have my places. And all shall be rebuilt. Good luck, and good bye Leoden. Vanya sulie melanin!”
So Leoden rode out of the city, and gathered his forces at Helms Deep. The battle there was fiery and great, but that story is for another time.
Some days later, Minas Tirith was under attack… again. The bombs were flying through the sky, alongside Nazguls with Wings as black as the deepest night. Gondor fought valiantly, but they were losing men fast. However, one of Beepbobit’s messengers flew down and spoke with him. Concerned, he sounded the alarm to his men.
“DIMITRI HAS BEEN SPOTTED NEAR THE TREE! COME MEN, WE MUST CONFRONT HIM!” So beepbobit travelled with a small group of soldiers, most memorable of which was Superstormfur, a young lieutenant of Gondor. The group travelled, well armed, to the Tree of Gondor, where they saw Dimitri standing, facing its white, ancient beauty.
Beepbobit addressed him first.
"Dimitri! How dare you come here and defile this place!
You are unworthy to wipe sjoerdtim’s boots!
Or to pick up the dung of the royal hounds!
What do you have to say for yourself?”
Dimitri turned around, with black fire burning in his eyes.
“The age of man has ended! Morgoth has shown me great things!”
Beepbobit was clearly enraged.
"Spy and Traitor! You tried to kill Leoden King, if his instinct had not saved him he would be dead now!”
Dimitri smiled a fanged smile, venom dripping from his savage maw.
“You shall meet his fate! instead”
He drew a knife from within his dark, flowing robes and reached forward, stabbing Beepbobit in the neck. The soldiers jumped with alarm, and drew their swords, but it was too late.
"Aaaagghh! You…You stabbed me! With a….a Morgul… Blade...no…I…agh…no, this… this cannot be!” He coughed, releasing a great deal of blood stained black like ink.
Dimitri laughed a frozen laugh which shattered the ears of the soldiers of Gondor, but the braze Superstormfur charged forward and swung his sword, just as Dimitri disappeared in a flash of black, sparkling fire.
Beepbobit roared with pain and rage. "DIMITRI! HOW… DARE YOU!!!”
Suddenly, Beepbobit grabbed his head and fell to the ground. Morgoth was speaking into his mind, beginning to turn him into a wraith. But Beepbobit stood up, standing strong amidst his immense pain. His neck was dripping with black blood.
"I will never serve….morgoth…I… I serve… The Free peoples!…" *cough, wheeze* At this, he fell to his knees, and whispered his final words.
“Gondor... will live...forever!"
He fell backwards off the tower, and with a final call, his corpse disappeared under the layers of clouds.
Thus was ended the life of Beepbobit the Wise, Bard, Captain and Spearman of Gondor, Cupbearer of the King, and beloved by all.
Or was it?
It all began on one afternoon. Gondor was being besieged yet again by Mordor at its capital of Minas Tirith. But, in the background, there was a meeting occurring, between two great leaders, Leoden King of Rohan, and Beepbobit the Bard, lord of the Order of the Bards and Captian of Gondor. They were meeting to discuss the tides of the war.
“My Ranger scouts have reported that Isengarde is rising. They shall invade your stronghold of Edoras. You must allow your people to retreat, to Helms Deep, and do so quickly, so that you may fortify and prepare for an all out invasion.”
“Thank you for this information Beepbobit. I shall do so immediately. But, you should retreat as well, this city is about to fall.”
“Please, there is no need. I can always hide.”
“But where? They will burn everything”
“I have my places. And all shall be rebuilt. Good luck, and good bye Leoden. Vanya sulie melanin!”
So Leoden rode out of the city, and gathered his forces at Helms Deep. The battle there was fiery and great, but that story is for another time.
Some days later, Minas Tirith was under attack… again. The bombs were flying through the sky, alongside Nazguls with Wings as black as the deepest night. Gondor fought valiantly, but they were losing men fast. However, one of Beepbobit’s messengers flew down and spoke with him. Concerned, he sounded the alarm to his men.
“DIMITRI HAS BEEN SPOTTED NEAR THE TREE! COME MEN, WE MUST CONFRONT HIM!” So beepbobit travelled with a small group of soldiers, most memorable of which was Superstormfur, a young lieutenant of Gondor. The group travelled, well armed, to the Tree of Gondor, where they saw Dimitri standing, facing its white, ancient beauty.
Beepbobit addressed him first.
"Dimitri! How dare you come here and defile this place!
You are unworthy to wipe sjoerdtim’s boots!
Or to pick up the dung of the royal hounds!
What do you have to say for yourself?”
Dimitri turned around, with black fire burning in his eyes.
“The age of man has ended! Morgoth has shown me great things!”
Beepbobit was clearly enraged.
"Spy and Traitor! You tried to kill Leoden King, if his instinct had not saved him he would be dead now!”
Dimitri smiled a fanged smile, venom dripping from his savage maw.
“You shall meet his fate! instead”
He drew a knife from within his dark, flowing robes and reached forward, stabbing Beepbobit in the neck. The soldiers jumped with alarm, and drew their swords, but it was too late.
"Aaaagghh! You…You stabbed me! With a….a Morgul… Blade...no…I…agh…no, this… this cannot be!” He coughed, releasing a great deal of blood stained black like ink.
Dimitri laughed a frozen laugh which shattered the ears of the soldiers of Gondor, but the braze Superstormfur charged forward and swung his sword, just as Dimitri disappeared in a flash of black, sparkling fire.
Beepbobit roared with pain and rage. "DIMITRI! HOW… DARE YOU!!!”
Suddenly, Beepbobit grabbed his head and fell to the ground. Morgoth was speaking into his mind, beginning to turn him into a wraith. But Beepbobit stood up, standing strong amidst his immense pain. His neck was dripping with black blood.
"I will never serve….morgoth…I… I serve… The Free peoples!…" *cough, wheeze* At this, he fell to his knees, and whispered his final words.
“Gondor... will live...forever!"
He fell backwards off the tower, and with a final call, his corpse disappeared under the layers of clouds.
Thus was ended the life of Beepbobit the Wise, Bard, Captain and Spearman of Gondor, Cupbearer of the King, and beloved by all.
Or was it?
