A Brief Soliloquy
Article Three
A/N: My most sincerest apologies for the long delay on this article!! My computer crashed from a virus I got over the net and everything I had saved got deleted. An atrocity!! Anyhow, I've completed the third movement (part, for all you non-music peoples out there!!) of my symphonic piece "Cirith Ungol." Part three is aptly titled "The Choices of Master Samwise" and is quite sad and melodic. Again, if anyone is interested I'll gladly send you the file. I'm desperate for an opinion on it! (My instructor's doesn't count, sad to say….he's never read the books.) Anyhow, one more shameless plug and I'll let you be. I managed to post another story earlier when I was in a bit of a funk. Its called Turmoil and is about Frodo's thoughts during the last crawl to the crack of doom. If you like, you could read. Also, there are a lot of stand out Merry and Pippin fics out there now! Go check them out! I'm very pleased.
Well, here's the final poem in my trio of the disturbed. ^_^. Next I have a surprise for you all!! Hope you enjoy!
Oh, sorry, one more thing. I borrowed a verse from Gollum's song (from the movie The Two Towers.) If you can guess which one, you shall receive Legolas from me (if I can catch him….)
We Laughs
We laughs inside as Master glares
He doesn't glare at us
He's snapping at that friend of his
Eyes bite and sting and fuss
We laughs because they hurtses too
The Precious isn't kind
It doesn't like the hobbit friends
It drives apart, then binds
Master likes poor Smeagol now
He relates to us and fears
But frightendness can't save him
Nor can his wretched tears
We know because they can't save us
No matter how we cry
Nor can they bring Deagol back
Its useless, yes, to try
We hates the Precious! No we don't!
We hates it, yes we do!
We hates it and we loves it
Like we hates and loves the Master, too
But no one loves poor Smeagol
He's alone, yes, all alone
Would Sam-hobbit have gone with Master
If he'd seen ahead and known?
Known what Master will become
Once precious twistses him with hate
We sees it begin already
We knows there's no escape
And so our plan will work its way
It may be when She is done
When she casts away the empty clothes
Master of the Precious, we shall become!
The trap is set
The hobbits she'll net
And reward us for being true
So back we creep to take a peek
And those we soon shall lose!
The foolish hobbits! Sleeping!
Sleeping, both, without a care!
We move to rouse them, get them up
But then we freeze and stare
Sam-hobbit sleeps with his brown hand
Upon Master's fair brow
Something snaps inside us
We……I feel different somehow
I move to touch, a simple touch
Just to see if Master's real
Sam-hobbit wakes and snaps at us!
And they're thieves again! They steal!
So in the end
We'll be what we will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me!
No one loves poor Smeagol
He's alone now, all alone
We wouldn't have harmed poor Deagol
……
If only we had known!
A/N: Poor Gollum…..forgot my disclaimer. Some lines I borrowed from Tolkein's text. Can you find them? (I love this game…heh heh heh….) Well, as for the great mystery of when this story takes place, it is at the Stairs of Cirith Ungol, when Sam and Frodo fall asleep and Gollum finds them and nearly repents….nearly. So there you go! Next up: the Surprise!!