Wild Marshes,
The Moors,
Thor's Day 17,
December 53 A.D
Dear Mother,
I am writing this letter to tell you about my latest misgivings . I have been making nightly raids on the Danes "Great" hall Herot. During these raids I have slain and eaten many Hrothgar's men. I find it quite excillerating and amusing. Hearing the screams and wailing of Hrothgar's men when their hall each night has made my dreary, miserable life a little more bareable.
There have been a few things which ruined my nightly fun. One being me not being able to touch Hrothgar's "glorious" throne due to it being protected by.... oh I can't even bare to write or uther that disgusting name. The other thing is that pompous fool called Beowulf who claims to be able to beat me. Doesn't he know that no mortal weapon can harm me? He would be better off taking his men himself and jumping off a cliff than trying to kill me.
Hrothgar's men are like sniveling babes who need thier mothers to comfort them. Instead of trying to fight me they runaway and hide in corners while some of them stand frozen in the middle of the hall with fear. Oh well , the easier it is to catch them.
If I could just be able o touch Hrothgar's throne a very happy man. But the will of that One is too great.
Well till I write to you again mother.
Not very Sincerely,
Grendel.
YOU ARE READING
Beowulf: A Letter from Grendel
Historical FictionThis is just a letter i wrote in grade 9 for a project for english literature on Beowulf. I recently found it and thought it would be fun to share it.
