A/N: My dad actually came up with the idea for this one, but I changed it a little and came up with this. Enjoy. :)


25 or 60 Orcs
(based on "25 or 6 to 4" by Chicago; original words and music by Robert Lamm)

As the Fellowship makes their way towards the rapids of Sarn Gebir, Merry thinks up a little tune—just as they're about to be ambushed:

Rowing till the break of day,
Wondering what lies in our way,
Many stars up in the sky,
Trying not to close my eyes.
What was that noise, Aragorn?
25 or 60 Orcs?

Staring into darkened space,
Wiping sweatdrops from my face,
Hoping that we'll get a break,
Wond'ring how much I can take. (Oo-oo-hoo-oo-oo)
Not one or two, but many more,
25 or 60 Orcs, yeah.

[Instrumental break, during which the Fellowship is attacked by the Orcs, but pass through the ambush unharmed]

Hope that soon we'll get to sleep;
Fog around us sinking deep.
Wond'ring what may come our way,
Waiting for the break of day.
25 or 60 Orcs,
25 or 60 Orcs….