Weathertop
I wake up to the smell of fire
And muttering of my friends
I hear a screech off in the night
I know ourselves we must defend
We all unsheathe our little swords
And run up to the top
The Ringwraiths push my friends aside
And then my sword I drop
I trip and I fall to the ground
And I hear the ring call
The tallest Wraith comes up to me
And makes me feel very small
I back up to a fallen stone
The Wraith points a dagger at me
"The Ring," I think,
"I'll put it on, and then they will not see me."
Now the Wraiths can see me clearer
The tall one looks like a king
He reaches down to grab my hand
And try to take the Ring
I pull my hand away from him
He stabs me with his blade
My left shoulder hurts so much
The world begins to fade
"I must take off the Ring," I think,
"I must take it off now!"
I know I must get it to Rivendell,
Though I'm not sure how
I pull off the little gold band
And cry out in pain
I hear a voice not to far from me
Someone called my name
The voice comes into view
And it is Sam, my dear friend
I knew he'd never leave me
Even if the world was to end
"Oh Sam..." I whisper to my friend
And a tear rolls down his face
Merry and Pip have also come
Though I am not sure were their placed
"STRIDER!" I hear Sam call out
And the Ranger comes by my side
He looks at me, and then the knife
And issues a small sigh
"He's been stabbed by a Morgul Blade..."
He says as he puts me over his shoulder
Now my vision is getting cloudy
And my wound is getting colder