A/N: I know this chapter is really short, but c'mon, you know you want to hear The Song. Enjoy, and thanks to the people who have reviewed within the first hours of this story's uploading! ::Big grin::

P.S. The word "Nard," according to RhymeZone.com, is: "an aromatic ointment used in antiquity." Thank you, thank you.

Danny rode lazily, yawning as the sun peeked over the distant mountains. While they had quickly lost sight of the gray rider, they had found out from a peasant (who strangely became very cooperative whenever they hiccupped) that the Shire was a few days' journey from Isengard. Knowing that Saruman was a friend of Sauron, they decided to rest up at the tower.
Danny listened idly to Katy and Brett speak of science and debate the shape of middle-earth, which for all he knew was like that of a banana.
Katy opened her mouth to rebut Brett, but she was interrupted by Matthew.
"Look! It is Isengard!" cried he.
"Isengard!" Danny breathed, and all around him the wraiths whispered in awe at the tall black spike in the distance.
"It's only a computor-generated three-dimensional backround," Daniel retorted.
"Shhh!" Brett said, and smiled at the black figures behind him. "Fellow wraiths, I bid you welcome to your new place-to-spend-the-day. Let us ride... to Isengard!"
But as they drew closer they could hear a song from within. Deep, rumbling voices seemed to quake up from the very depths of the earth and sing merrily:

We're the orcs of Isengard
We dance without much regard
To the tortured screams
And ruptured seams
Of trees pulled from Sarumon's yard
We make weapons armies and eat lard
All of these done here at Isengard!

We're the orcs of Isengard
We've made the countryside nice and scarred
Though we confess, we cause distress
With our songs oh so avant-garde,
We really could use a hired bard
For our chantings here at Isengard!

Those Uruk Hai sure are hard
They even hurt our orcish guard
He's had surgery and as you can see
We sent him a get-well card
It's a tough life here in Isengard

There was a pause, and then the wraiths heard Saruman's deep voice in a melencholy solo:

These orcs could use a lot of nard...

Brett wrinkled his brow, then turned to the other wraiths. "On second thought, let's not go to Isengard." He shook his head sadly. "'Tis a silly place."
The wraiths nodded and muttered in agreeance, and they set out for a quieter camp.