West of the Moon
A Tolkien Fanfiction Archive
Frodo and Sam are led through Cirith Ungol
He's wickedly evil, no good can be found. Villainous scoundrel, don't trust him around! The way that he watches, it makes your skin crawl. We ought to get rid of him once and for all!I know how you feel, I hear what you say, But something inside tells me that he should stay. Just look at him now, in his miserable state. I think we should let him lead us to our fate. He led them, they followed, Right to the Black Gate. Through dark winding tunnels, Where She lay in wait. You cannot be sure with him, look in his eyes! They're filled with deception, with fraud and with lies! How can we just follow into the Unknown? We both will fare better to be on our own. An oath he did swear to me on this gold Ring. And though I must watch him, to "Precious" he'll cling. He pledged to me service, his Master am I. Faithful he'll be unless things go awry. He led them, they followed, Right to the Black Gate. Through dark winding tunnels, Where She lay in wait. Just look where he's brought us, the treacherous sneak! I feel orcish eyes behind every peak! And what is that smell and from whence does it come? Oh where is he leading and will we succumb? It may be a trap but what choice have we now? To willingly harm him, I cannot allow. We'll follow, but we two must keep up our guard. Wherever he leads us, I'll give him regard. He led them, they followed, Right to the Black Gate. Through dark winding tunnels, Where She lay in wait. I think you should rest here, now ere we go on. You must spare your strength before evil doth spawn!Whate'er lies ahead, I won't think of as yet. Now where's he run off? Up to mischief I'll bet! I doubt he'd do harm, look how far he has led. He could have betrayed, but didn't. Instead He leads us through secret paths into the Land Of Mordor, where I must cast off this Dark band! He led them, they followed, Right to the Black Gate. Through dark winding tunnels, Where She lay in wait.More Stinker than Slinker, as I've said before. His "Precious" will ne'er leave this dark corridor! But sleep now, dear master, your head in my lap, And I will keep watch while you rest, while you nap. Sleep! Even here I could sleep for awhile! To wake up refreshed, it will make it worthwhile. Don't worry about him, for now let him be. I'm sure he's just hungry as we are, you'll see. They lay softly sleeping, Their fears did abate In that darkened tunnel, Where She lay in wait. Then quietly, softly, he spied upon them. With peace on their faces, he could not condemn. The gleam in his eyes seemed to dim and to fade, Debating about evil choices he made. Cautious and trembling, he reached out his hand And touched a bare knee, the act was unplanned. A weary old hobbit he now seemed to be, Shrunken and old now, if they could just see. They woke with a start! Green glint has returned In that darkened tunnel, For vengeance he yearned! There's something amiss here, there's something not right. I feel something hiding down there out of sight! Again he is gone, that sneaky old creep! But we must get out of this frightening keep! Hurry, but wait! What's this horrible thread? Spider's web blocks us from freedom ahead! Set free by Sting's slash, feel the grass 'neath our feet! This trap it won't hold, our escape is complete! He led them, they followed, Right to the Black Gate. Through dark winding tunnels, Where She lay in wait. Now Sam saw his master take off with great speed. To Terror that followed him, he gave no heed. And even as Frodo was fatally stung, That sneak, he had come, and on Sam he had sprung. Rage, mixed with hatred, now filled every thought As they struggled together. Then Sam was distraught. The creature escaped, but his master in need! If naught else I ask for, please bless me with speed! She no longer waited, How quickly she sprung From dark winding tunnels, And Frodo she stung! With nary a warning, he came from behind And stabbed that foul monster, his fury entwined! Now wounded and maimed, She crawled back to her hole, And down Sam had fallen, his grief to console. Oh Frodo, dear Frodo, just look at you here! A trap, yes it caught us, with peril severe! Now look where he's brought us, why were we so blind? Don't go where I cannot, don't leave me behind! From dark winding tunnels, New thoughts were contrived. He'll soon get his Precious That he was deprived!