Frodo's suffering
The rocks burn,The heat gnaws at my skin,
My neck is weighed down,
You wretched thing,
I will destroy you,
I will never part with you,
You are mine.
Go away.
You made me,
Leave my home,
My bed,
My food,
And you have left me,
Skin and bones,
You take away the food in my stomach,
My neck is red from your chain,
I will never heal again,
I cannot feel anything,
I cannot remember anything,
I reach out for green leaves,
And I have nothing but skeletons,
May the rightful king take up his throne,
Be off with you,
I have a friend,
I will not let your darkness conquer me,
I hear a voice,
And it is not you,
It is fair
And sweet,
But you push it out
With you tortured whisperings,
Get away,
I hate you.
I will live again.
Then Frodo fell to the ground, unconscious, weak, dirty, his thin hair
flopped uselessly, his feet were cut and bruised...