Another Les Mis thing. Yes, I'm getting out of hand with these, you must forgive me! I do not mean to harm! Hehe… I don't own LOTR or Les Mis, deal, kk? Lolz…
~Hoshiko
Do you Hear the People Sing?
Merry walked through the Shire with the other three hobbits. They had just gotten word of the 'boss' and they were going to put a stop to it. Permanently.
'They need a bit of stirring…' Sam muttered, and Merry stopped along with Pippin.
'What?' Frodo asked, surprised.
'What did you just say, Sam?' Pippin asked, and Sam repeated his sentence.
'Did you hear him, he's right!' Merry said, a flash in his eyes, his armor glowing dully in the small amount of light. 'And what better way to stir people than with a song?'
'Uh-oh…' Sam said, smacking himself in the head, 'They're going to sing.'
'You bet your master we are!' Pippin said, grinning cheekily. He and then burst into song.
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!
'What drums? We're hobbits, Pippin…' Sam said, as the people looked out of their hiding-places, to the four hobbits thought dead.
'Sh-h! It's working Sam!' Frodo said, and Sam shrugged. 'Come along, there's no time to loose!' It was his turn.
Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see?
Sam shrugged, and joined the other three that were quickly gathering angry hobbits.
Then join in the fight
That will give you the right to be free…
Sam joined in, and the others glared at him. 'What?' He asked, and they shrugged, as the group behind them grew larger. The group broke out in chorus.
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart?
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!
They were slowly making their way to Bag End, and the group was most of the male-population of the Shire. Merry took the lead singing this time, and they could see Bag End in the distance.
Will you give all you can give
So that our banner may advance?
Some will fall and some will live
Will you come up and take your chance?
The blood of the wizard
Will water these meadows of ours!
Bag End was in sight now, and as the group walked up the stairs, they sung out one last part to their song. With all the force they could muster, and being rather well in key they sang with pride.
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!
As they held their last note, Frodo knocked loudly on the door of his old home. Inside, a deathly pale creature scurried to it's master.
'Master!' he cried, and Sarumon gave him a look of death.
'What is it?' he spat, and Grima cowered.
'The hobbits, my lord, their here!'
'So?'
'Well, my lord, I think they've gone mad… their singing!'