make_it_stop wrote:Galenmir, I'm delighted to know you're still working on the Eomeriad (or whatever the working title is)...I'll be first in line to ask for a signed copy when it's ready for publication. Is this the sanitized version, or the original, earthy, Anglo-Saxon version?
It's the original, earthy, Anglo-Saxon version, I'm pleased to say. While my archival duties have frequently been neglected, I managed to get my act together in time to save everyone's original compositions before the infamous May 7th Decency Crackdown, which, as we all know, led to a wave of self-censorship by the leading Eo-poets, resulting in the loss of some of the juciest pieces of Eo-verse ever written. Fortunately, these verses will be restored and integrated alongside their TOS-compliant counterparts in the Eomeriad. Or Eomerillion. Or whatever.
I'm currently trying to find a notable literary scholar who would be willing to pen an introduction to our compilation, as well as, perhaps, provide an academic overview of the evolution and dominant trends of Eo-poetry in this day and age. I'm having some trouble, though, so I might be forced to
*ahem* fabricate a suitable scholar.
Anyways, I was digging through my archives today and found this fragment, originally intended to be the second verse of Rudyard Kipling's poem "Eomer". It was abandoned, mainly because I couldn't think up enough suitable Rohirric words for the final segment. Due to lack of new creative material, I'm forced to recycle this drivel to keep our Eomer contented....
(and to distract him from the fact that I've been posting in the Bean thread recently...)
The armour that 'e wore
Had elaborate decor
With the leather etched above the plate beneath
And 'is helmet, pony-nosed,
Left 'is lower face exposed
So that you could see 'is gleamin', pearly teeth
When the Uruk-Hai appeared
Then our eored, it cheered
In anticipation of the loomin' battle
For we shouted "Eomer!"
'Till it echoed through the air
Then we charged 'em like a wolf among the cattle
It was " 'Mer! 'Mer! 'Mer!
You fearless, frightful fighter, Eomer!
.... and that's where it ends, at the moment, for better or worse.