Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. Tolkien does. "I am a Rock" belongs to Simon and Garfunkle. (Or however you spell that.)
Author's note: This is an idea I've been playing around with for quite some time now. I've always wanted to do a song fic, because I really love them all. So, here's my shot at it.
I am a Rock
A winter's day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone…
It stealsss it…Precioussss…We
misssess you…We are sssso lonely…
Gazing from my window
To the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow
We seesss the world outside….we
looksss for you, preciousss…yesss, we does…
I am a rock
I am an island
We iss a rock….we iss an island….
I've built walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need for friendship
Friendship causes pain
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
Filthy hobbitses…we hass no
friendsses, we needsss no friendsss…leave usss alone…Go away! Don't touch
ussss!!
I am a rock
I am an island
We iss a rock….we iss an
island….
Don't talk of love
Well, I've heard the word before
It's sleeping in my memory
I won't disturb the slumber
Of feelings that have died
If I'd never loved,
I never would have cried
Love…love…Yesss, it'sss
familiar…No, no, it hurtsss usss! Love isss bad!! It hurtsss ussss!
Precioussss, it hurtsess usss…Let uss alone…
I am a rock
I am an island
We iss a rock….we iss an island….
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
We has our tricksy riddlesssessss…We knowsss them well…they iss our friendsss…they doesn't hurt uss or tricks uss…they iss not false…yesss, yess, precioussss, they iss our friends. Our only friendssss…
Hiding in my room
Safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me
We iss safe. Do not touch usss!
We iss safe here. Go away!
I am a rock
I am an island
We iss a rock….we iss an island….
And the rock feels no pain
And an island never cries…
It was nighttime. Smeagol looked over at Frodo and Sam. They were asleep, their chests rising and falling slowly. Suddenly, Frodo awoke with a start. He gasped and clutched his chest.
"Mister Frodo?!" said a worried voice. Sam sat up slowly. "Mister Frodo, what is it?"
Frodo wheezed a bit. Sweat was trickling on his forehead.
"Is it the ring, Mister Frodo?" Sam asked, staring straight into his eyes.
Frodo nodded wearily.
"It'll be alright, Mister Frodo…just take my hand, we'll get through the night." Sam held his hand out to Frodo, and Frodo took it. They both laid back down, hand in hand.
Smeagol watched them. Soon, their breathing was heavy, and Sam was snoring lightly.
Smeagol looked up at the stars. The moonlight caught something…
A single tear slid down the wretched creature's cheek. It fell to the ground without a sound. He wiped his large eyes and curled up on the cold rock he had been sitting on…away from Frodo and Sam.
And the rock feels no pain
And an island never cries…
