Blog: Wonderful Tales at Parties

Zum Start in die sommerliche Urlaubs- und Ferienzeit haben wir heute neuen Lesestoff für dich. Mach es dir unter einem schattigen Baum mit einem Stück Honigküchlein oder einem Glas Met gemütlich und tauch mit uns ein nach Mittelerde.

Die wunderbare Lothíriel (Julia K.) hat für uns eine kurze Geschichte über Beorns Volk verfasst (ausnahmsweise auf Englisch). Die Prämisse des Texts war, eine Geschichte zu erfinden, die Beorn so oder so ähnlich der Gesellschaft um Bilbo Beutlin während ihres Aufenthalts in seinem Haus erzählt haben könnte. Wir wünschen viel Spaß beim Lesen!

„There were more than me, you know. More who could shift their human shape, and different kinds. We wandered along the seam of the woods now known as Mirkwood forest and some of us even ventured beyond its borders. The Werefolk tends to be content on their own but I had many friends among my kin. Twice a year, we held a great gathering. We met during the longest and shortest nights and in the small hours between darkness and dawn we would shift to our animal form and we would sing together in many voices. There were bears like me, but also wolves, stallions and bats.

Since our lifespan is much longer than that of most humans you know, some of us developed the wish to build homes for themselves and even found mates…but not always among our own kind. Our children could very seldom shift, or not at all. That’s the reason why the great gift of skin walking dwindled and the magnificent beasts of old left little more than an echo of our pristine nature in their distant offspring. Sometimes, you would look at a woman in her strong years working a field or rocking her child to sleep under a willow tree and in the blink of an eye she would look like a proud mare to you. You would consider it a trick of the light but it is very likely that the blood of Werefolk runs through her veins.

On the other hand, there were those who took so much pleasure in hunting and mating in their beast-form that they stayed animals for too long a time. They eventually forgot how to shift back. Some say that their lifespan grew even longer without changing back to their human form. There are whispers of a wolf pack that is far too intelligent, even for wolves, and of a swarm of she-bats that gather around the fortress of Dol Guldur to join forces with the Necromancer.“