"And the wine flowed and tales were told and jokes were cracked, and then silence was made and the King's poet with two fiddlers stepped out into the middle of the circle. Aravis and Cor prepared themselves to be bored, for the only poetry they knew was the Calormene kind, and you know now what that was like. But at that very first scrape of the fiddles a rocket seemed to go up inside their heads, and the poet sang the great old lay of Fair Olvin and how he fought the Giant Pire and turned him into stone (and that is the origin of Mount Pire-- it was a two-headed Giant) and won the Lady Liln for his bride; and when it was over they wished it was going to begin again."
-C.S. Lewis: The Horse and His Boy

Draw near, gather round
All you noble beasts
Let me sing you a tale
Of most magnificent feats

So come forth, I dare say
Circle round the glowing fire
Hear the untold story
Of mysterious Mount Pire

Our story takes place in a valley
That is, today, not easily found
And, inhabited only by a giant,
Fruits, plants, and streams did abound

And although it may seem unbelievable,
This tale indeed happened, long ago
When Archenland was only just forming
And Narnia imprisoned in snow

But now, on with the promised story
Of a knight, a damsel, a foe
And the adventure shared between the three
Filled with bravery, pride, anguish, and woe

Our story begins with a man
Sir Olvin, he was dubbed
And although he descended from Kings,
His lineage the White Witch had snubbed

She banished all humans from Narnia
And he was forced to move along
He settled down in Calormene
Though he knew he did not truly belong

His hair was fair and light
As was his ivory skin
Unlike the Calormens' dark hair
And the beards that grew on their chins

So he traveled across the desert once more
Beneath the scorching sun
Until he reached the mountains
Where his adventures really begun

He arrived at the valley afore mentioned
Where a two-headed giant stayed
And in its clutches it held
A fair and beautiful maid

It was then and there that Fair Olvin
He made a pledge and a vow
That he would rescue this beautiful lady
Though frankly, he did not know how

But as he waited and plotted
A plan formed throughout his mind
Magic would defeat this giant
And it was magic he would find

Soon he left the valley
And traveled to the woods in the west
There he met an old hag
Whom he told of his dangerous quest

This hag was unlike most others
She understood his notion
And after some brewing and mixing
She concocted a powerful potion

'This potion is strengthened with magic,' she said
And handed him the vile
'It will turn anyone to stone,' she added
With a toothy, crooked smile

Olvin thanked her and left
Carrying the liquid in his belt
And after much traveling he arrived
At the valley where the giant dwelt

Drawing the only weapon he had
A sword with a broken tip
He rushed from his place within the bushes
And climbed up the giant's huge hip

Now this giant, called Pire, was dumb
And did not react until late
Olvin was scrambling up his back
The human's blows did not abate

Pire whipped around and around
Trying to throw his attacker away
But Olvin only clung tighter
It was this giant he meant to slay

Yet fair maiden remained in Pire's clutch
Her shrieks echoed as he spun
The battle was at a stand still
It seemed it was not to be won

Soon Olvin's head peeked over Pire's shoulder
And from his belt he drew the potion
And as he poured it down one head's throat
The giant stopped and ceased all motion

Its hands spread open in shock
And the Lady fell from them with a cry
The giant was slowly turning to stone
And Olvin was left up so high

He found himself standing on a mountain
But its peak was forked in two
However he felt no victory
The Lady was dead, he knew

He climbed down the new mountain slowly
Feeling guilty for the death he had caused
But upon reaching the bottom
His heart skipped a beat and paused

The maiden stood before him
Unharmed and perfectly well
He could hardly believe his eyes
He had seen her when she fell!

She smiled a sweet, tender smile
And thanked him for his heroic deed
And when he asked how she had survived
She simply held up a weed

'The fireflower,' she said
Her voice clear and pure
'I landed in a patch on impact,
And it provided me with a cure.'

'With one taste of the dew from this flower,
I was stripped of all pain.
So you see, brave unknown knight,
Your chivalry was not in vane.'

Upon hearing this, Olvin sighed
And the Lady owed him her life
However he asked only one thing-
If she would be his wife

Lady Liln, as she was called,
Felt her heart fill with love
She agreed with vigorous passion
And turned her back on the giant she was free of

The pair lived in the mountains
Where their lives turned out grand
And it is rumoured that these two
Were the first King and Queen of Archenland

So thus concludes our tale
Of Olvin, Liln, and Pire
It's moral is simply this
Your dreams you'll achieve, if you aspire

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Just a poem I wrote at around three in the morning when I couldn't get to sleep. Hope you liked it . It has a corny ending thatalmost makes me gag, but eh, that's how it turned out -shrugs-