I used a little from both the book and movie so it's a little combination, and I do realize that I didn't write about every miniscule second, so please don't be too harsh.
And, aslso, I
suck at poetry but Thalia decided she wanted me to right a
poem, so I did. If you think it's horrible just tell me but don't be
mean (hides under computer
desk).
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I
know naught what happened, what caused sanity to flee.
Its power
was so strong; sickening was Its glee.
So I do the only thing I
can and save Pip and Merry.
The orcs are rushing in, I really
musn't tarry!
I blow my horn with all my might,
But to my
woe, more orcs come to fight.
I hope the others fare better as the
first arrow sings.
I feel a blinding pain from not one, but three
of those things.
I shudder now; the little ones are
taken.
Death comes close. Its cold leaves me shaken.
I deserve
to die alone, and yet I selfishly hope friends will come.
He pull
his bow back, yet I don't hear its inevitable, angry thrum.
Instead
I hear the clang of Anduril.
Merciless in its strike, enough to
make my head reel.
I crawl backwards against a tree.
I try not
to despair as I tug an arrow free.
I know Death is very near.
Alas, my horn is cloven in two.
Aragorn has won the fight; I'm
glad I lived to see that through.
"They took the little
ones," I say; and I must know
What my madness has done:
"Frodo, where is Frodo?"
"Be still," he
replies as he tries to pull out an arrow.
Alas, darkness now
clouds my vision. Soon, I know I will go.
His face darkens further
as my vision fades.
I have moments left; I grab for my faithful
blade.
I say farewell to my Brother and King
As I welcome
what Death's embrace shall bring.
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So there it is. R&R
