Part 4
Inside the entrance hall
Of the Opera House with marble walls
Frodo was dragged by the woman up the stairs
The hobbit never looked so bewildered, he had much to care
About home in the Shire, in Middle-earth,
He would not risk his neck for her, so stern
Where would she take him? Why was she doing this?
Frodo needed some answers, not reclusive tips
The two reached the auditorium of a grand stage
It wasn't enough for her, who led Frodo into the fray
Straight into the area where the actors and actresses take
Each note and chord seriously, while willing to make hearts stay
Before Frodo could ask, the woman disappeared
Without thought or reason, the hobbit was left standing still
He wanted to get away, he needed a steer
So, he could ride out of Paris, back to the Shire's mill
Frodo prepared to leave, his heart told him so
He almost left, if not for the sweet melody, toned low
The hobbit turned as he saw a woman with curly hair
Singing sweetly, how his heart did tear
At his chest, it was enough to make him mesmerized
Wishing he knew who she was, without thinking of the time
He glanced over, only to find the hobbit tween
So young and vibrant, she was obviously steamed
Hot anger and tears, Frodo ran to the lass
While everyone was distracted by Christine's voice
The hobbit tween reminded Frodo of their next task
To return to the Shire, without being toyed
Frodo dragged the tween with him
Inside a dressing room, he needed to know
What the hobbit tween had been through, he soon felt a twinge
In the pit of his stomach: Frodo realized they were not alone