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The Song of Dalsarion: Nine

November 14, 2011 by


Into this gentle fray, a well known Mithril strode. And at his side, an unknown boy, cast of an un-Elven joy. So a gauntlet had began, where Mithril’s wit and mine were to be questioned most closely. He has his friends ~it is true. Though they were not begging for my introduction. ‘A new boy, […]

The Song of Dalsarion: Eight

November 12, 2011 by


7 A town we pass through, where my mind has wandered with my eyes, I point out a circle of charred stones. And Mithril, ‘Aye,’ ruins of the old-city guild, he says. Standing there in place where once their proud city- father’s hall had stood. In the very olden days, cities came together, it seemed […]

The Song of Dalsarion: Seven

November 9, 2011 by


‘You enjoy telling that one I can tell.’ I claimed. ‘Well of course I do, you should only tell those stories you’d like to hear and how you’d like to hear them! Let me hear no accusations of self-indulgence, if I cackle heartily with my telling, it is my time, and worthy spent. I can […]

The Song of Dalsarion: Six

November 8, 2011 by


4 ‘So what did you speak of?’ I asked. Later that day. ‘To my brother’s daughter, the future kingdom’s keeper?’ He asked. ‘Yes.’ I blushed. He smiled. ‘Do not answer me with such down-castness boy. ‘Did we speak of you?’ You must ask. And yes, we did so.’ ‘Then what did you say?’ Tell me! […]

The Song of Dalsarion: Five

November 7, 2011 by


A coach came, flourishing the dust from the ground. Our feet, and the horses hooves, had been too few enough to let our passing escape a dust-cloud’s notice. And the farmers here, surrounding, would never have paid that road much notice, not while the summer’s Sun, responsible for these dry-banks—where winter would make us a […]

The Song of Dalsarion: Four

November 4, 2011 by


‘My father,’ to laugh at this. ‘He is an instrument maker. Though sometimes, when pressed he sung to people, out-with his tune.” ‘Badly I take it?’ He made me feel as a small child wandering down lost, narrow roads. And forever would—he made me mapless. ‘No. Not really. He taught me to sing.’ ‘And you […]

The Song of Dalsarion: Three

November 3, 2011 by


2 As the deer Sun, starting her daily discipline denied for herself that repast at the shores of night. She in her searching, rose. There-in doing so, raising us all. Begun those muttered and lilting lines that the birds would continue throughout that day. As always, and a little behind the tune, Dalsarion awoke. ~~~~~ […]

The Song of Dalsarion: Two

November 2, 2011 by


They were all very silent, still, as Dalis eased himself back to the uncertain ground. He looked at them, tried to meet their faces. Though they would not meet him, one for one they would meet each other’s look. What would they say to that? Then quietly and from the back, one hand was held […]

The Song of Dalsarion: One

November 1, 2011 by


“’Now I’ll tell the story of Young Hero Sir Dalis, and of the time he beat the One-Hundred Goblin Horde with but One-Thousand Words. Alone. Now Sir Dalis was a fair lad, and he quested in Golden armour for the Singing Golden Bough, with his Golden sword. In these travels he made, Young Hero Sir […]


October 31, 2011 by


Quick note before the end of October. I’m not going to be posting any of my usual work this November, but instead editing my verse novel The Song of Dalsarion (see previous post.) Hopefully you’ll all love it just as much! 😀 Your regular posts will return for December. Paul