The forsaked dwarves are seven dwarves banished from their 'homes'
They were banished because they were, all of them, in one mood always
One was always sleepy
the other, too grumpy,
one rather dopey
one was to happy
One was to medical and reffered to himself as doc
One kept sneezing and the mines caved in
and one, wouldnt come out the mines, he was bashful
They won the respect of many when they joined varda (Snow white) and brough about the destruction of the evil queen
Originally posted by Princess Re
any dwarve! i am an elf,the dwarves take everything they want from the world and give nothing back!though i get along with gemli fine enough
Hm, I dont think they take everything without giving though... after all, they're themselves made from the World/Earth. Sure, they can be a little greedy sometimes, especially when it comes to gold 😛 but they do give back - their lives. And their love 😉
Those that steal, take without thinking and without paying, are humans, that's why some elves dont particularly admire them... they hunt beyond need, kill the forests and have no understanding for the earth 🙁
A man was hated. And he died. His wife is widowed. His children cursed. A man was hated.
He did nothing wrong, and was misunderstood. Taking his time, doing his work honestly and without complaining. He was poor. He was rich in nothing but his wife and children. He was a farmer, and a slave. His master hated him.
He knew of nothing, save to do his work and he would get food for his family and himself, he couldn't read or write, not that it would do much good...He was branded. He was hated.
You could even say he couldn't talk, because he never did, he wasn't worthy...He was a farmer, and he was hated.
The masters and 'upperclass' didn't know him, and they didn't want to know him either. He served his purpous, and because he did he was killed.
Set up, convinced by the haters that he did some crime, and he should be punished...and he was. For doing nothing wrong he was hated, because of the way he was born into the world...a slave like his father before him.
As the ground beneath him slipped away, left him swaying in the wind tied by his own rope...his last thought wasn't hate, it was anything but that...he had seen it all his short life, and he could only think of the TRULY cursed people, the ones who DID hate...not the hated....He was dead. He was hated. but he loved many.