The Lay of The Two Towers

[Tar-Ancalimë]

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The Lay of The Two Towers

ok... so the two towers is out... maybe by now some of you will have gotten to see it... perhaps we could start this? :)


Aragorn knew that the Ring was past;
His heart told him it was for the best,
But his thoughts led him to another end:
'Suppose Frodo cannot for himself fend?'

Then, echoing loudly through the hill,
Strains of a horn, from a noble will:
Calling any who are there to his side,
Calling any of Gondor to give him aid.

But when aid came, it was too late;
Death was deciding Boromir's fate.
Noble was his end, great his parting;
Valiant and worthy was his battling.

[Miruvor]

Is it OK to blend the movie with the books like we did last time? I think that worked well, giving us more stuff to build from. But the TTT movie is so different from the books (Chapters mixed up), that maybe we better stick to just the books? with maybe a few embellishments from the movie? What do you think? Is that a sufficient plan? Tar got a good start from the books, just want to know what to depend on.

[Lady Ashley]

Yeah, let's stay with the books, just to keep from getting confused and all. (And no, I'm not saying this just because I prefer book over movie.)

[Tar-Ancalimë]

Well since we didn't do Boromir's death in the first lay, we have to do it here. So for starting I didn't really have an option. I think we can do the movie... I know I'll want to use certain images from the movie I never got from the book... as long as, you know, we don't do anything like "Faramir took the hobbits to Osgiliath/ Over paths long, and over byways too rough."

[Miruvor]

With a noble goodbye,
The forgiving be done,
Aragorn closed the eyes.
Boromir’s last race is run.

A funereal boat
Filled with weapons of foes,
Words of poetry quoth
Then the boat sent to Rauros.

Boromir now sent home
Dreams will verify his fate.
But the man will not come.
‘cept cloven horn on the waves.

[Nessa the Dancer]

With one last look Aragorn turned and sighed
Where now should he turn, what road to take?
Should he look to the Ringbearer and follow the tide?
Or should he follow the captured halflings and learn their fate?

Legolas and Gimli watch this silent struggle of heart
And wonder what the outcome will be
‘For the Ringbearer we have played our part
He has made his choice, and so what shall mine be?

I shall follow the orcs and try to right
What has gone amiss this fateful day
For my heart aches for the halflings in their plight
And I can see no other way’.

I hope that’s okay, I haven’t seen the movie yet so I was going from the book.
I know the last bit is kinda abysmal :blush: but I'll try to improve.

[Miruvor]

That's well done! Don't worry, we are following the book chapters for the basic order, but with movie embellishments thrown in.

[Miruvor]

With a sudden force and acuity
The ranger cast his doubts away.
Frodo’s fate no longer is with me now.
But the other two are in danger dour.

We will not now abandon Merry and Pip
To a fate as prisoners under whip.
That wretched band of Orcs we must quickly catch.
The Three Hunters – on! We will match their tracks.

Leave behind us all we can do without.
We travel light – the Urak Hai to rout.
Let’s hunt down these Orcs, and if we catch their tribe,
Hope of hope the Hobbits will be still alive.

(oops, a little bit of overlap - sorry.)

[Nessa the Dancer]

lol
Well now I think that, that bit is thoroughly covered, don't you?

[Rumil]

Indecision ended; the hunt begun
The Hunters like hounds to the chase
Like shafts from the bow or swift streams they run
Enduring and tireless they race.
But with every weary stride taken west
Their thoughts turn east to the Ringbearer's quest.

Through grim days and nights, crossing rock and plain
Committed to a single end
Beyond hope and beyond fatigue and pain
They strive to liberate their friends.
But with every weary stride taken west
Their thoughts turn east to the Ringbearer's quest.

While Frodo and Sam, beyond any aid
But that they render each other
Struggle to find paths where no paths are laid
Relying upon one another.
Though heavy hearts linger still in the west
They stumble east on the Ringbearer's quest.

[Nessa the Dancer]

Onward and onward the Three Hunters run
Barley pausing to sleep by moon or by sun.
Dead Orcs they find on the wild open plain
But Orcs are swift, and are gone again

Swift and light, they run in this green Rohan land
Hoping to now lessen the lead and gain the upper hand.
All at once Aragorn halts in his stride
And runs off down a trail to one side.

‘A hobbit footprint tis plain to see
and an Elven leaf-brooch of a Lothlorien tree.
Not idly do these leaves of Lorien fall
Maybe our hunt isn’t in vain after all’.

So onward and onward the Three Hunters run
But then they pause by moon and by sun.
And though ground is lost by this short respite
After they are swifter, and fly like the light.

Then weary and worn with the trail grown cold
Hopeless in heart, spirit and soul
They rest at night on a hilltop under stars aglimering
Wondering what the next day will bring.

Oops! I think I got a little carried away. It didn't seem right to stop till they get to place where they meet Eomer.

[Wilwarin]

Well, that was very good, Nessa! Gee I'm glad you started this thread, Tar! I haven't been here in a while, so I didn't know we were doing this yet! So far so good though! I'll come back later and post some verses.

[Nessa the Dancer]

Thanks Wil! I look forward to reading your verses :grin:

[Miruvor]

At the top of green hill, they slept out the night.
Rede quite often is found at the morning’s first light.
So at dawn, through the mist of the pale chilly air.
The hunters scoped out the land of Rohan so fair.

Far off to the horizon, the elf eyes did gaze.
But the Orc band seemed lost, beyond the edge of the haze.
But riders they DID see coming down from the North.
So they waited on the hill, no time to hide or set forth.

But the Elven gray cloaks hid their forms on the hill.
When all the horsemen nearly passed, Aragorn yelled to them shrill.

Back they came at the sound
With their horses they bound
As they circled around
Elf, man, dwarf stood their ground
Eomer first to jump down
Just to learn what he found
Trespassing in their bounds
The situation turned profound
After tiffs and starts wound
Interrogation turned him around.
His suspicions were let down.
Their explanations seemed sound.
Here's what was learned on that green mound:

[Tar-Ancalimë]

wow that was cool, Mir! :) ok well i started this, i ought to continue i guess...
when i have time i will :thumbs:

[Wilwarin]

The riders atacked the ûruk-hai at night.
Killing every last one in a loud, bloody fight,
They burned all the carcasses at Fangorn's edge.
Aragorn knew the Hobbits must be dead.

"You may look for your friends", Éomer said,
"But don't trust in hope, for it has forsaken these lands."

[Tar-Ancalimë]

Eomer believed these were worthy friends;
He gave to them trust and horses of dead men.
Some live men thought the deep was rash,
And they couselled him against such a course.

"Who has heard of a dwarf riding our horse?"
Cried one man, and Gimli agreed first,
"I will ride with Legolas! We but have need of two."
So it was decided; Hasufel and Arod came anew.

[Wilwarin]

Hey Tar, you're getting better a ryming!

[Nessa the Dancer]

Ach! I'm finding this next bit tough! I've tried three times and nothing is comming
I shall keep at it, but if anyone feels kind enough to spare me the torture and post the next bit instead, please go ahead lol

[Wilwarin]

Gee, Nessa, I sure know what you mean!

[Tar-Ancalimë]

uh... i would have to reread this section in the book if i didnt want to go with the movie...

[Nessa the Dancer]

Thanks for the sympathy Wil! I will have another go after I have done a once through of the board. I will sit here with my book and make it come!!

[Nessa the Dancer]

Okay, I managed to write it, but I’m scared y’all gonna kill me because it’s erm…rather long. But I found it tough…really tough. Here goes…please, please don’t kill me lol

Now the three hunters ride swiftly on
Knowing that the Orcs have lost the race,
But with little hope, for the riders gave none
And at last they come to where the battle took place.

But though they search every inch of that battle ground
It seems their fears are true
For not a trace of the hobbits can be found
Nothing is left, not the slightest clue.

‘What more can be done?
Our quest is in vain’
‘The enemy has won
The halflings are slain’

But Aragorn still has hope in his heart
And is mind still will not rest
‘I will not yet from this place depart
tis late of hour tomorrow we will decided our quest’.

So a camp is made at the forest eve
And a fire built to stave off the chill.
Many strange tales did those Three weave
Then with Gimli’s watch the first, both Elf and Man lie still.

Then in the night an old man comes clad in white
He speaks not a word and makes no sound
But the horses they fear, and take flight
The old then goes leaving no footprint on the ground.

So now the Three Hunters have riddles anew
But what of the halflings, how do they fare
Their slowness they blame, their rest now they rue
But what of the captives in the Orc’s ‘tender’ care?

Look to this scene of carnage and death
Too hopeless hearts that will not rest.
And wonder yourself what went on here.
And what happened to those hobbits so dear.
While the Three Hunters rest now this night
We must look back, and learn of the Halflings's plight.

[Tar-Ancalimë]

kill you? we'll worship you notworthy

lol
that was excellent, Nessa :)

[Nessa the Dancer]

Awww, thanks! :blush:
No need for that lol

[Miruvor]

Pippin, dazed and confused as if coming awake,
Nightmares couldn’t be worse than reality’s take.
Just a nuisance I’ve been – a piece of luggage to friends.
Now we’re stolen by Orcs, to be luggage for them.

Merry looks kind of bad, with that gash on his head.
Will these Uruks never stop! Even Orcs must be fed.
When they do make a stop, and while Orcs fight each other,
Pippin’s luck takes a turn, on an Orc knife cuts his tether.

Since now Merry’s awake, they are both forced to run.
Giving Pippin the chance, of a sudden to turn.
He removed his elf brooch, and just in time let it fall,
‘Fore the cruel Uruk-Hai whipped him down to a crawl.

Very warm was the Orc-draught that was poured down their throats.
But it cured them of pains and helped them run with the host.
As the sickle moon set, the Uruks set up their camp.
But some rowdy troops quelled and from their posts they did stamp.

The foreign Orc bands were uneasy and they struck out to the north.
Fearing Saruman’s wrath and now a terror even worse.
For they were fully aware that Rohan horsemen were tailing
And for as little as they earned, their courage soon started failing.

[Tar-Ancalimë]

While Orcs fought each other,
A brother against a brother,
The halfings took a chance,
Crawled away from the stance.

But one orc was too clever;
And followed them to their level,
Sauron's orc wanted the ring;
Its temptation did to him sing.

He threatened the Hobbits;
But too soon was he ripped,
By a rider's spear of the Mark:
Men on horses charging in the dark.

[Miruvor]

(Bored here in the middle of the night. - so I might as well add some poetry!)

So for Merry and Pip, Grishnack's fall saved their lives.
As the horsemen of Rohan slayed the rest of the tribe.
From that dangerous loop, they now found themselves torn,
The two hobbits just watched from the edge of Fangorn.

When the slaughter was finished and the Orc bodies burned,
It became time to scamper, so to dark woods they turned.
They walked on to a cool stream, where they rested and ate.
In dismay they resigned themselves to their lost state.

[Wilwarin]

Gee guys, how can I top those? They were great! I don't have time right now, but I'll try to come back later and post some.

[Tar-Ancalimë]

They reached a small cliff,
And thought to climb it,
To provide their sights a lift,
And look o'er the forest sun-lit.

But a surprise behind them,
Awaited on that cliff-top.
The lone 'tree' on that rim
At their voices did hop.

[Miruvor]

Hoom, Hoom, Whom have we here?
Said a deep voice behind.
As two branches did grasp them,
And turned them around.

Are you two little Orcs?
Might I’ve wondered too late.
Had I stepped on you first,
Much too hasty to wait.

As for tresspassers here,
I’ve a suspicious mind.
But I liked your small voices,
And they saved you this time.

[Nessa the Dancer]

I couldn't get inspiration to start after they get into Fangorn. Well done Tar. You saved us this time :thumbs: :grin:
I liked your verses as well Miruvor!! Very good. Hoom hoom :thumbs:

The two hobbits are shaken
But no longer afraid.
Curiosity overcomes them,
‘Who are you’? They say.

‘Hoom! I am an Ent’, replies the old tree.
‘The Ent, Fangorn, or Treebeard, Treebeard will do,
I am doing the asking, you are in my country
I wonder who and what are you?’

After explanations, that seem hasty to old ears,
And after new lines have been added to the song of lore,
The old Ent asks about Gandalf, his friend of many years.
When he hears of Gandalf’s fall, he takes them to his home
in the hopes of learning more.

[Miruvor]

My home’s along the mountain roots,
I call it Wellinghall.
A cool moist cave with bathing pool,
And glittering waterfall.

As sun shines through the dripping veil
The drops all hit the floor,
Like sparks of green and gold and red,
Then flow on out the door.

Inside a table made of stone
And bowls of water pure,
Is set for you, my visitors,
To sate your hunger sure.

Tonight you’ll tell me all there is
To know about the world.
I fear that things are happening.
Not slowly they unfurl.

For Ents ne’re do a thing in haste
We’re slow to even speak.
And slower yet to get aroused
That sometimes takes a week.

Now wash yourselves and rest your souls,
Upon the grassy bed.
We’ll spend ourselves a dream filled night.
Ent draught goes to your head.

And in the morning, be prepared
To set off for a walk.
Entmoot is called to start at noon.
Tree shepherds need to talk.
:stomper:

(Wow, I just read the 'To the Havens' poem. It's so gorgeous - boy, does that mark US as amateurs!)

[Nessa the Dancer]

I know, it's fantasitc that poem!! But we aren't doing so bad.

Great verses Miruvor, well done. You managed to fit everyting into seven verses. Perhaps there aught to be some stars * * * and I mean to show passing of time between verses 4 & 5 ...you know between talk and decision to call an Entmoot. Just an idea.

[Wilwarin]

Wow, you guys are doing really good with this! I'm sorry I haven't been posting, I just can't remember the details well enough! I'm going ot read the books again though, so soon I will be able to do better. But I'll still try if ever I get an idea before that!

P.S. We should put "Proud member of the Bad Poet Society" in our sigs, picking up on the idea Miruvor had for what we should call ourselves. Just a thought........

[Miruvor]

Oh yeah. I don't have a sig yet anyway, so I will try to create mine soon.

This TTT story line is hard to keep straight since it jumps back and forth. Someone needs to catch us up on the 3 hunters. I'll have to drag my book back out to see what chapter goes where. Sorry if I skipped a time frame.

At least The Fellowship was linear.
:p

[Tar-Ancalimë]

i think weve been right so far mir.... maybe not up to the entmoot but... hmm ill look it up :)

[Miruvor]

I entered a signature in my options, but it doesn't show up. Can someone tell me what I need to do?

:( Well, now I see it's there. I thought it would show on my previous posts, but I guess not. :thumbs:

[Nessa the Dancer]

I would have thought so...that your sig would go on all your past posts....but then when I became a mod my past posts before then still had 'The House of Tom Bombadil on them...Ah well, not to worry.
I shall get around to adding that to my sig in the near future, I think it's a cute idea of Wil's.

As to where we are, I've been following it my book - The next verses should be about the Entmoot, and then all the Ents get fired up to go to Isengard. They reach Isengard 'Night lies over Isengard' Duh duh dun!
Then we go back to the Three hunters :grin:

We're right on track Miruvor, no worries.

[Elentari]

This poem is great! All of you are doing a wonderful job! Is this for anyone to add to, or are you all memebers of a certain society? Just thought I'd ask.

Great job!
El

[Nessa the Dancer]

Anyone can chip in Elentari, providing you follow the book storyline for structure, though you can use images from the film if you wish :grin:

[Elentari]

Thank you, Nessa. I shall try to come up with something to contribute! :-)

[Tar-Ancalimë]

please please do! we always want more people to help... as you can see its not that active in here...plus your poetry is lovely :)

[Nessa the Dancer]

Okay, well seeing as we all really want to get back to Three Hunters again, here is the last bit of Treebeard and the hobbits. Erm, I got a bit carried away again :blush: lol

Next day after breakfast, the three then set out
For the Entmoot was gathering in that Forest of green.
In a clearing they all meet, and the hobbits stare in wonder
For the Ents are the most strange beings they’ve seen.
At first the Ent-talk lulls and soothes
As the musical chants rise and fall
Then Pippin gets bored and begins to ponder
Then yawns and gains the attention of all.

‘Ahh little Pippin, you are of a hasty folk I see
You may get down and go and wander
I have told the Ents your names
And they say you may walk free’

And so the two hobbits explore and walk at ease
The day is long and drags by peaceful yet slow
At last Treebeard comes and with him comes a friend
Bregalad is name, Quickbeam as some may know
He shall their companion be
Untill the moot comes to an end.

Three more days of waiting, the patient hobbits endured
Then with a clamour and a ‘rah-hoom-ra’
The decision was finally made
To storm Isengard! Even though their doom
Was before that fortress laid.

All the Ents of Fangorn massed
Oak, Ash and Beech
Unite as one for war
Rowan, Fir, Chestnut and Birch
Will hue the stone and break the door-

-Now they are roused and angry to the core.
Through the forest across the plains they come
An army of Ents to seek revenge on Saruman.
And with them go our little friends,
The tumblers of tiny stones.
Not quite understanding the avalanche they have caused.

So now that we know the fate of two
What of the Three who hunt in vain?
For the Sun now chases the Moon
And they must awake and hunt again.

There, we all happy now? :grin:

[Nessa the Dancer]

P.S. That was the quickest 15mins ever....
I always get confused with layed and laid, I've changed that word a few times already, but if it's wrong, then perhaps Tar. or Lady Ashley could put it right, cheers :grin:

[Tar-Ancalimë]

hmmm... well Nessa I think it should be 'lain' but as that wouldn't rhyme, we'll leave it as is, I think :grin:

continuing on... I think this is where we are, someone feel free to correct me if I am wrong...


The hunters now had found their news;
The orcs they sought had paid their dues,
For by the Mark their end they had found,
But to them two hobbits yet were bound.

Now still to their quest the three had kept,
If hope was gone, they yet hadn't wept.
Over the plains, on their gift horses,
Over the mark, not counting their losses.

Arriving on scene, dismayed and chilled,
The orcs were all dead, in the night been killed.
Yet no hobbits were there, and hope, it fell
Out of their hearts: this couldn’t bode well.

(ok maybe that was a repeat... perhaps we can consider it a reminder of past events LOL lol)

But, wait! What’s this! “A hobbit lay here,
”And the other,” ‘twas clear. Tracks lay bare
The trail in the light; all hope wasn’t gone,
Again with the hunt the three went on.

”The tracks lead away from the battle!”
What joy, what promise there to tell.
But then, a check, once more ‘fore them:
”Into Fangorn Forest,” the dark tree rim.

Alas, ”What madness drew them in there?”
Madness, indeed: the trees tall and bare.
Forbidding and angry, the forest stood tall,
And only the desperate would there go at all.

[Nessa the Dancer]

lol
Nice one Tar. Yep the first bit is a repeat, but the next bit is the day after the night before. Which is just where we are with the Three Hunters


hmmm... well Nessa I think it should be 'lain' but as that wouldn't rhyme, we'll leave it as is, I think :grin:


You think so? I could dispute with you there lol but then we'd never stop arguing, and since you are gonna leave at is anyway, I won't start an argument lol

[A! Elbereth]

I didn't realize this was here! Eeek!

From seeing the tell-a-tale tracks they spoke of their plan
'Then we must go in too' Gimli said at last
The others agreed, and looked to their tasks
The three hunter's decisions were ready and set
So into idle Fangorn Forest they went

The air was stuffy, and mightily old
Of anger and malice this old forest told
As they stumbled through the tangled, creaking bramble,
By a stream the ranger saw on the ground a scramble

'This is good tidings' he said at last
'The markings are two days old.' He touched the cool grass
And with that they went on, bearing signs of the two
And came to the end of Treebeard's Hill hued

'We are here, and nicely caught in the net.'
'Look!' Legolas cried, pointing down with his feet set
There in the trees, a grey cloaked man was walking
He was heading for them, and holding steady the three stood gawking

Forgive me, I was rather lost reading it all through. Tell me if I've got it wrong... *heh* Whew! I'm a bit rusty too, but I think I will get better ;)

[Miruvor]

Wow, these are all great! I think we've all improved immensly with all this experience now under our belts.
(Just checking in. Nothing to contribute right now.)

[Tar-Ancalimë]

hmm Nessa, it is 'lain' (in American English at least ;))... but I guess 'tis better to leave it at what you have :grin:

hey, A!E, we've messed you! Glad to see you've found us at last, as you can see we really need the help :blush: yours looks awesome, no worries :thumbs:

ah yes... I know I started out rather badly at the beginning of the Lay of TFotR lol... and I'm really quite proud of my last bit up there :grin:

[Wilwarin]

Sorry I haven't been posting much guys! I just haven't had the time! You guys are doing real good though!

[Nessa the Dancer]

Great stuff A! Elbereth :thumbs: Nice to have someone else contributing, keep it up :grin:

This bit starts exactly where A! Elbereth left off, which is why it starts off the way it does. It is definatly NOT the most succesful piece that I have ever writen, in fact I have the feeling that it is the worst.....but, hey ho, here goes lol

‘Legolas, you’re bow. You can hit him from here!
Why are you waiting? Tis Saruman for sure!’
‘Legolas is right Gimli, whatever we may fear
we must watch and wait to learn some more’.

And learn they did when the old man came.
He teased their suspicions, their doubts and fears
till at a flash of white, Gimli cursed him in Saruman’s name.
Then the truth was learned and Mithrandir was beheld
from behind a curtain of guilty and joyful tears.

Tales were told of adventures past,
But after Frodo, only two things concerned the three.
How did Gandalf withstand the Balrog’s wrath
And what of the hobbits they searched for ceaselessly.

The first was a tale reluctantly told,
Where, fire, death and rebirth played their part
The second less reluctantly told,
And served to ease to worried heart.

‘And now my friends to Edoras we must ride’.
‘Patience Legolas, you will yet see the hobbits again’.
‘But you are needed now at King Théoden’s side’.
‘Do not rue your choice Aragorn, upon you there lies no blame’.

[A! Elbereth]

Great job! Mine is a bit on the short side, but didn't want to have the beginning of a chapter be in the middle of my poem lol

So down the bank of entwash they tarried
In their hearts, burdens and worries were carried
And when upon reaching the edge of the Fangorn,
Mithrandir let out three whistles, echoing loud as a horn

Then out of the blue, hooves sounded within the valley
Three horses were present, and to the four they rallied
Hasufel and Arod, running side by side,
And Shadowfax, lord of the Mearas, ahead by ten strides

So through the slopes of the White Mountain they rode,
And on rode Shadowfax, never tiring or slowed
And far in the distance lies The Gap of Rohan and Isengard's doors
Where smoke rises, telling of battle and war.

Whew! That one is a bit better than my other. Let's hope it lasts.... the night? lol

[Miruvor]

So on they traveled the night away.
But a slight rest brought them a small delay.
Gandalf soon got them on their way.
Shadowfax led them not astray.

Again by moonlight the four took road.
It’s light, as light as the day them showed
Misty miles yet ‘fore they reach their goal.
Morning dawned and sunrays pierced the folds.

At dawn, the keen eyes of Elf could sight
Distant mountains sheltering, shining bright
A Golden Hall, thatched as if with sunlight.
Tucked among huts not woken from night.

Behold the city, my friends, of lofty Edoras.
Topped you see with golden Meduseld.
Home to Theoden, Rohan’s stricken King.
They will not welcome there, the news we bring

[Miruvor]

"No strangers are permitted here," said Hama at the gate.
Here Gandalf’s answer in Rohan’s tongue, was a welcome stroke of fate.
"But weaponless go, if before Theoden, you expect to wait,
To present your counsel at his feet, though the hour be somewhat late."

Atop the steps, before the doors, Aragorn was loth to leave,
Anduril, his sword, having been re-forged and housed in Elven sheath.
Legolas too, and Gimli, unbearing axe and bow and stave.
And Gandalf did, with goodwill leave, Glamdring upon the paves.

"Your staff good Sir, must stay here too, thus Grima does command."
"What foolishness, and courtesy lack, for this I will not stand!
Theoden here to ME can come, if my help he hopes to rend."
"Ha, ha," laughed Aragorn, "each have we, something much too dear to lend."

The warden of the door then judged that friendship here was true,
“So bear your staff and pass herein, where Theoden waits for you.”
So through dim hall, with hangings bright, and sun rays from the roof,
To dais steps where Theoden slumped in shades of deathly hue.

[Tar-Ancalimë]

:elfeek: wow that colors bright... only by highlighting it can i read it lol

um but after highlighted, it was cool :thumbs: lol

[Miruvor]

That was kind of cruel, wasn't it. Here ya go. I duplicated it here since it's still in the right order.

"No strangers are permitted here," said Hama at the gate.
Here Gandalf’s answer in Rohan’s tongue, was a welcome stroke of fate.
"But weaponless go, if before Theoden, you expect to wait,
To present your counsel at his feet, though the hour be somewhat late."

Atop the steps, before the doors, Aragorn was loth to leave,
Anduril, his sword, having been re-forged and housed in Elven sheath.
Legolas too, and Gimli, unbearing axe and bow and stave.
And Gandalf did, with goodwill leave, Glamdring upon the paves.

"Your staff good Sir, must stay here too, thus Grima does command."
"What foolishness, and courtesy lack, for this I will not stand!
Theoden here to ME can come, if my help he hopes to rend."
"Ha, ha," laughed Aragorn, "each have we, something much too dear to lend."

The warden of the door then judged that friendship here was true,
“So bear your staff and pass herein, where Theoden waits for you.”
So through dim hall, with hangings bright, and sun rays from the roof,
To dais steps where Theoden slumped in shades of deathly hue.

(The dimming colors were supposed to represent the darkness inside Theoden and Meduseld.) :thumbs:

[Nessa the Dancer]

That is excellent Miruvor :grin:
I'm having a real guilt trip on this, I really should add some more. I will, I will, I promise!

[Tar-Ancalimë]

yeah, me too. i bet youll prolly beat me to the next part though lol

awww its ok, mir, it just kind of shocked me. keep in mind, though, i can always edit posts... instead of completely reposting it ;)

[Tar-Ancalimë]

or not. lol, ok, scuse the double post, everybody :grin:

The once great king on his dais slumped,
Age had stolen the prime years of his life,
Bent and heavy, with cares on him lumped,
Perhaps by those who claimed to lift his strife.

And when he spoke, the years of friendship,
The times of peace, of harmony, of mutual aid,
All fell before the present threats and hardship,
The once-gracious king now his guests distress made.

“Maybe you look for welcome,” was his word,
“But why should I welcome you?” Suspicion
And unkindness were ripe. Beside him stood
A pale man, hardly less than his master sullen.

[Nessa the Dancer]

Hehe! Yes, or not! Sorry I've taken so long....here's my next little contribution.

‘Troubles follow you like crows,
I did not mourn when I heard news of your death
Yet here you are again doubtless with more tales of woe
And doubtless again bring more troubles yet.

‘You speak justly Lord’ hissed the Snake by his side
‘It is such in this time of worry and strife that this Wanderer chooses to return.
Láthspell I name you, and Ill-news shall not abide
You sort aid from us last time you were here, do you bring any on your return?

And so the meeting grew ever heated as tempers began to wane
Till at an insult of the White Lady, Gimli could hold back no more
But Gandalf held him back and he sang of Lórien
Then suddenly he cast off the Grey and as the White, cast Gríma to the floor.

[Miruvor]

----We are doing great! :mmmm: If we could only get through this chapter! :p -----

“Thou hearken now to me, Theoden, Thengel’s son,
Find courage in new light, despair for you is done.
Take counsel from me now, this leech called Wormtongue shun.
Let Grima prove his faith, let’s see what path he runs.”

“Throw off your walking cane, and breathe free air again.
Come out into the light, and heft your sword in hand.”
“Westu, Theoden hal!” Eomer proudly claimed.
"The Lord of Rohan greets his realm this brink of day."

The Wizard’s cure worked quick, “Dark dreams I’ve dreamt of late.
Not even Eowyn’s face could from my stupor wake.
But now it’s clear I’ve been under a spell - not free.
Saruman’s worm would have me crawling on my knees."

"We must divert his thoughts from where his true foe lies:
Two Hobbits bearing the Ring to cast in Mordor’s fires.
I hope you aren’t too late, I must prepare my land,
For war with Isengard. We’ll make a hero’s stand."

"After I see my folk are safely in Dunnharrow.
My niece, Eowyn I’ll trust, to guide the people there.
You Gandalf, friend, don’t know your depth of curative care.
I’ll ride, myself, at the head of Rohan’s army to war."

“Arise, arise, now Riders of King Theoden’s Mark!
Dire deeds await us now for eastward lies the dark,
Let Horse be bridled sure, and sound the horns to call,
All Rohirrim to Glory , ride forth Eorlingas!”


(And STILL not done. :( )

[Nessa the Dancer]

I've finished the chapter!!!!

So the King strode forth to prepare for war
Éomer could not be spared to remain,
So it fell to Éowyn to lead the people to safety,
though it wrenched her to the core,
And there was only one who truly felt her pain.

All weapons were returned, and armour was given.
Éomer and Gimli laid aside their strife
Gandalf called for Shadowfax, who came when he was bidden
And as One the whole Host rode forward to war, and Éowyn stood alone and watched them out of sight.

Wheww! Now that chapter was long and painful, but we can move on now Ai and Forth Fellow Poets! We shall not be beaten!

[Miruvor]

As the Host rode away towards the westering sun,
Lady Eowyn gazed as they went.
All alone on the steps of the hall Meduseld,
She saw sun clash on spears with a glint.

Two day’s ride and night’s rest the Rohirrim had passed,
‘Till at last a decision was forced.
A lone rider came on them with tales of the fight.
The news learned from him plighted their course.

To the south they would turn where the most urgent need –
Westfold peoples were gathering, meek.
All the soldiers of Erkenbrand, scattered by deeds,
Would Helm’s Deep be most likely to seek.

Gandalf knew that his way was to detour alone,
For the wayfaring troops must be sought.
And his hope was to reinforce Theoden’s stand,
By such backup to Helm’s Deep be brought.

As the evening fell dark in the deepening coomb,
A path right through vile Orcs had been swathed.
But each man made it safely past the Deep’s inner wall
And in weariness geared for onslaught.

:battle: :battle: :battle: :battle: :battle:
:archer: :archer: :archer: :archer: :archer:

[Tar-Ancalimë]

december is a long way away, but still i have my doubts ;)
come on, everyone didnt disappear, did they?
don't tell me mir and nessa are the only ones keeping this up... maybe we should publicize this thread some more lol

ok... on with the lay!

and such an exciting part too. i dont believe no ones done this yet :grin:

The hosts of Isengard advanced,
Torches in the darkness gleaming.
Then arrows o'er the wall soon crash'd.
The thunder crashed, with shoots of light'ning.

As the main door fell to the strain,
Two brave men led a charge,
"For the Mark! The Dúnedain!"
Valiantly upon the foe at large.



ugh, that sucked. sorry, inpiration is really low today i guess :(

[Miruvor]

Gimli, anxious for Orc necks to waken his hand,
While the enemy advanced below –
Burning rick, cot, and tree, torches lit up the land.
Dark clouds built, and winds started to blow.

His desire soon was filled as Orcs climbed up the wall,
With high ladders and madness and brawn.
As if tears from the gods, lightening struck, and rain fell –
The onslaught broke like waves on the wall.

Battling on through the night brought great deeds and great harm,
They would surely live on in a song.
Gimli and Legolas kept track - of a count of their own
To out-do each the other for fun.

Aragorn proved his great skill and his worth to Rohan.
Theoden, never such ally could best.
Though retreat to the Hornburg they ended at dawn.
Daybreak brought great relief from the West.

Erkenbrand and his men Gandalf tracked o’er the lands
And he mustered them on to Helm’s Deep.
To the turn of the tide they came riding so grand,
As Rohirrim poured out from the keep.

:flamer: :flamer: :flamer: :flamer: :flamer: :flamer:

(Hope that's the end of Helm's Deep. I hate war.)
Next?

[Miruvor]

:brave:
Helm’s horn now shook the hillsides.
Theoden’s throng burst forth.
Aragorn drew sword beside him.
Forth Eorlingas, forth!

The Hornburg gate exploded.
Son’s of Eorl spewed out.
The Orcs ran off in terror.
Right to the anvil’s mouth.

Saruman’s hosts now cowered.
Thick, Hurons filled the Coomb.
Bright sunrays rose to blind them.
And West – their final doom.

Behold, behold, Mithrandir!
The White Rider has returned!
And Erkenbrand’s host behind him,
Drove Orcs to fall, or burn.

The Orc’s choice came to one thing:
Into the forest gloom:
The only chance to escape death.
Huron’s tempted them to their ruin.

As the happy greeters gathered
Beside the deeping stream.
The evil night’s damage tallied
While they rested on the green.

The dark wood seemed an enigma
Welcomed, but unexplained.
Whose wizardry could have sent them.
Not Saruman’s, that is plain.

Gandalf thought the riddle could be solved,
And now they might linger slow.
If Theoden would but follow
For to Isengard he must go.
:brave:

[Lady Aerowen]

Originally posted by Tar-Ancalime
don't tell me mir and nessa are the only ones keeping this up... maybe we should publicize this thread some more lol

Hrm; I just read all the five pages and I'll see what I can manage. But I'm thinking I'll pull you behind because I usually get into -lots- of detail; not that these are not. Like; I am better at describing things in -long- stanzas and such. But hey; every contribution is a contribution ;) I'll read up on where we are and see what I can put together. :thumbs: My advantage today is that I have an early release from school :D

~The Lady Aerowen

[Lady Aerowen]

I'm working on the point up to Hama being buried, so I'll have Tar edit it in here or something, but just so a few don't do the same part ;) (I know that is not much, but it's something, no? : / )

[A! Elbereth]

Bah.... someone got mine already... I will write some now

[A! Elbereth]

EDIT: oops, sorry again. I didn't know someone was doing before hama's burial .... I'll wait until I'm sure no one is going to do the same thing as me.... someone post, please. I want to poem-ize! lol

Just the bit before Hama's burial... I know it's bad.. I need to warm up a bit ;)

[Lady Aerowen]

Beh, I tried and I don't like mine. But I'll enter some of what I had;

'The Battle For Helm's Deep was over;
The Battle For Helm's Deep was won.

Theoden King was weary;
And the men remaining as well were,
But Theoden still had a journey to make
Under the shadow of evening.

But the word of victory must get out
So Theoden sent unmarred riders all across the Mark
Therefore those waiting elsewhere;
Could be filled with hope and joy
But Theoden had another message for his people;
That two days after the full moon;
Everyone was to meet at Edoras;
Every man and boy

|That was a 4-8 rhyming stanza o.o|

Theoden choose for his journey to Isenguard
A company of twenty from The Mark
He also chose his sister-son Eomer
Who was as lively as a fading spark

Those that were to also accompany
They came willingly, these three;
Was Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli
The Company of Three

But before anyone could go anywhere;
Theoden and his Company were to rest
But those that remained awake
Started to clean Helm's Deep of its evil mess

They captured the remaining hillmen;
And they were to help bury their soilders
So two mounds were raised for the fallen riders
These riders that were to them brothers

There was one who got his own mound;
The one who died at the Gate
The doorwarden of Theoden;
Hama the Helpmate

(In this particular situation, Helpmate is going to be a helper and companion, not a spouse ;))


Okay, so I entered all that I have. But; if you wish to alter it, go ahead *lol* But seriously, I won't be offended if you do or anything. Welp, seems I should sign up for the Bad Poets' Society, eh? *winks*

~The Lady Aerowen

[Miruvor]

Not bad. Luckily, you don't have to be TOO bad to join 'The Bad Poet's Society '. ( Just put it in your sig.) Everyone jump in anytime. I'm sure I don't want to hog the thread all to myself. (Beautiful avatar Lady Aerowen.)

[Tar-Ancalimë]

aww Mir, what would we do without you? Hog the thread all you like. in case no one noticed, I'm not able to come on as often, real life likes to get in the way. So I'm not much help ;)

hey, well what do you know, aero took the bait :p awww jk, aero, welcome to the society, we appreciate your help a lot. It doesn't matter if you describe things in detail, that's not "pulling us behind," that's adding to our lay. So keep it up :thumbs:

[Lady Aerowen]

I have the strange and sudden feeling I'm being used......as a fish... ;) I'll wait until the next person posts and see where we are, and then I'll start up on another few stanzas. :)

~The Lady Aerowen

[Miruvor]

After rest, full was taken and all the dead buried,
Theoden gladly agreed to a visit unhurried.
For in Isengard Gandalf had business unsettled,
And he said there they might find the answers to riddles.

Strange, the Hurons were of a type, no one could wizen.
For a dark cloud-like shadow that night had passed by them.
So they wondered and rode on the rest of the hot day.
But not knowing what obstacles might fall in their way.

At the end of the afternoon, not riding too hard.
They were finally approaching the doors of the gate guards.
They found rock walls were broken and crumbled by tree-herds.
And to greet them were two unexpected gate-keepers.

Merry bowed to the guests and with gallant behest words.
While he welcomed the Lords of the Mark, with his foot stirred
Sleeping Pippin, who dozed after platefuls of plenty.
To the gall of their three friends, and the pique words of Gimli.


(Phew, that was hard and not so good. I'm out of practice)

[Miruvor]

(Just to bump this up again.......)

After intro’s were done, and the King rode away,
To hear Treebeard, the eldest, and all he could say,
Of the sacking of Isengard & their part in the play,
And how Grima and Saruman have been harnessed at bay.

Now the Hobbits had agreed to a grand tete-e-tete
Once they reach old Meduseld, by the King, there to sit.
But for now old friends delved through the guardhouse to whet
Their own hunger and thirst and curiosity’s debt.

[Tar-Ancalimë]

oh dear... we're all leaving poor Miruvor to keep this up on her own! Never going to be done at this rate! *tar thinks about sending some PMs to get people's butts in here* lol. great going, btw, Mir!

wow I haven't read the book in ages... but here's my bit

Sitting down to what they could as repast,
The hunters and quarry together at last,
A small break from the wartime tasks,
Breaking the bread and opening casks.

Whiles the others held their high talks,
The friends together discussed their walks,
And all that they saw, and all their knocks
Suffered for the sake of an evil to block.


okaaaay... that was terrible and it sure didn't get us anywhere. *tar goes off to PM... it's easier* ;)

[Neilpryde]

Sorry this is a bit offtopic but were is this topic about, are you guys retyping the book?

[Nessa the Dancer]

Yes we are *feels really guilty because she hasn't come in here for ages - The Lay of the Fellowship is already completed and now we are doing the Lay of the Two Towers.
Well we are not reypyping the books word for word but are sticking to the books storyline and order of events and making them into verses.

Soowwwrrry guys I will try and come back :blush:

[Miruvor]

Neilpryde - if you are at all poetical (notice that most of us are in the 'Bad Poets Society') you can chip in some verses. Just follow the story where the last person left off. You can include references from the movie also, but the book is the main guideline to follow. We have been having a tough time making poetry out of Helm's Deep - so there is a mass writer's block going on.
The poetry styles and verse stucture don't have to follow from one to the next. We each use our own style in that respect. I think they have the Lay of the Fellowship stored around here somewhere if you want to see what we did with that book.

[Nessa the Dancer]

Okay carrying on from Tar’s…..

For the Hobbits there was a surprise in store
Treasures returned they thought lost forevermore
Swords recovered and the leaf brooch reclaimed
One happy owner for whom the loss of it had pained

The Hobbits talked of their adventures, of capture and escape
And unravelled many riddles they had set the hunters in their wake.
Of the Entmoot that led to Isengard’s downfall
A part of the story not known to their friends at all

Of the army sent from Isengard to storm and take Helm’s Deep
The army fought and driven off, aided by the three.
‘When the army was away and out of sight
The Ents then split and broke Isengard that night
Saruman tried to escape but was swiftly apprehended
He’s imprisoned in his tower his rule is now ended’.

‘Then Gandalf did arrive to our wonder and delight
for we had all thought him perished in the balrog fight.
He called for Treebeard quick and they talked for quite a time
And then he rode away again as lives were on the line.

The Ents they then broke the dam and flooded out the place
We had to climb to safety as the water rose, at quite a pace.
When all was over and the fires quenched
The Dam was rerouted but left everything drenched.

Since then the waters have been sinking
Into cracks and caves it has been seeping.
This morning Wormtongue did come within
With messages for Saruman and is now imprisoned with him’.

So with all tales told and riddles revealed
The five friends arouse walked further afeild
To join with the others for the time had now come
For wisdom or folly to speak with Saruman.

Pheeeewwwww!!!! Well better late than never eh? And another chapter completed. I hope that makes up for my desertion

[Miruvor]

Wow - that was great Nessa - best yet!
(I'm inspired, but not quite ready.)

[Nessa the Dancer]

Awwwww :blush:
I don't know about best yet - but I thought it might be best to get the last of th F&J chapter over in one go rather than having it drag out forevermore hehe

Thanks Mir :smooch:

[Nessa the Dancer]

Well I've done some more - I haven't quite managed to finish the chapter bu almost hehe Gotta stop now cos it's nearly midnight where I am - but this is what I've done so far - hope it manages to push us along a bit.

To the White Tower the company came
With hearts uneasy against the purpose they sought.
To the One who now worked in Sauron’s name
And within who’s web Gandalf had once been caught.

‘Saruman come forth’ was Gandalf’s cry
Silence greeted the command in his voice.
Then, ‘what do you wish’ came the call from high
Twas Grima Wormtongue who was only half there by choice.
At length did Saruman come though none heard him arrive

‘Well?’ came the gentle question in a voice soft and low
‘Why must you disturb my rest, shall I have no peace at all?
Great surprise and even shame was felt by those below
For the wizard was a master at making the Great seem small

I will not go into all the detail of what was said that day
For you gotta know it’s paaaages long and I could not hold the rhyme
I’ll tell you that both the honeyed and the forked tounge came into play
And I’d say that it ended just about in time.

Saurman refused to turn from his folly and his aim
And at last he turned to go but Gandalf wasn’t done
He broke Saruman’s staff – that he never would reclaim
And sent him back into the tower that he now hated to call home.

But all was not yet over, that hope was but in vain
A shout from inside the spider’s lair
All ran for safety, as a parting shot through the window came
And rolled away down the stair.

[Miruvor]

(The rhythm of this one reminds me of Alice in Wonderland for some reason)

That parting shot from Grima came, but happily, went wide,
“Was that perhaps aimed at your head? Or Saruman, inside?”
Asked Aragorn of Gandalf, just as Pippin went to chase,
The glossy object rolling down the steps and toward the waste.

Now Gandalf thought that shiny ball would greivedly be missed.
He grabbed the thing, with hearty words from Pippin’s clench-ed fists.
“Come here, my lad, I’ll take that, for I did not ask your help."
Poor Pippin, un-appreciated, felt the words he dealt.

Legolas gazed all wonder-full at shepherds of the trees.
And Treebeard glowed from compliments the Elf gave him with ease.
He asked Legolas (and the Dwarf) to be his guest, sometime.
To come to Fangorn – dark and fair – to see ancient sublime.

Our work, I think, is done said Gandalf, pocketing the keys.
Treebeard agreed to keep the vanquished wizard under eaves.
Merry, Pippin, and the Ent, cried out heartfelt good-byes.
And Treebeard made them promise to lookout for lost Entwives.
:love:

[Nessa the Dancer]

Oh wow Mir. I tried my utmost to finish the chapter last night but I just couldn’t make it. Great job :grin:
Final chapter before we go and see what Frodo and Sam are up too – should have some pretty good verses coming outa that ;)

Dusk was drawing in as the company rode away
And night had all but fallen, when they stopped in a shady glade.
While others prepared for rest and sleep, Pippin lay awake
Restless, for the drawing of the stone he could not shake.

When all around was still, softly did Pippin creep
Over to the stone, intent to have a peep.
Gently he drew the stone from under Gandalf’s head
And carried it back with him to his own bed.

Like a greedy child he bent over the deadly thing
And next a cry, his cry through the glade did ring.
All were up and armed, and ready in a trice
Looking for the danger, but could see none before their eyes
Gandalf ran to Pippin, and cast his cloak upon the stone
He knelt then by the Hobbit who was rigid to the bone.
Pippin in a harsh voice relayed Sauron’s demand
‘Peregrin Took come back’ was Gandalf’s stern command.

Pippin did come back and told all his tale
Though a prompt or two was needed and often he would flale.
But at last the truth came out, and as Gandalf did say
‘This hobbit perhaps saved me, from going dreadly astray

Aragorn then took the stone, in trust for what will be returned
And then from high came a piercing cry, and faces were upturned
Pippin shrank back, as the shadow did pass overhead
And everyone there did cower, struck at once with dread.

Then at once did Gandalf spring away,
‘Bring Pippin to me, I must to Minas Tirith before the start of day
Up onto Shadowfax he did lightly spring
And away into the night he rode leaving an indignat Merry behind him.

Through the starlit night they rode, and out of the story for now
Leaving the others behind under leaf and bow
But for them them too, we must also say farewell
For we have another story to look on and to tell

To The Ringbearer’s quest we now must away
How now will will he fare and will he go astray?

Ummmmm okay sooo I finished so I finished it lol
Okay on to Frodo and Sam hehe

[Miruvor]

Minas Tirith was now Shadowfax’s main goal,
While he smoothly rode on with the swiftest of feet.
And Pippin, post-draining of Gandalf’s full brain,
Was now softly adrift towards a sweet peaceful sleep.
While off to the East past the wide Entwash vale,
Good ol’ Samwise and Frodo were trying to beat,
A most jagged, and ragged and sharp-rock filled land,
That would hardly, and guardedly let travelers creep.

To get down from the top to the foot of the hills,
The Hobbits knew well that they couldn’t just fly.
So they thought, and they thought, and they thought still some more,
While the darkening clouds overhead rolled on by.
If we only had rope – Frodo thinking aloud –
We’d climb down while this cliff face remained thusly dry.
Ninnyhammers and Knucklehead were the quaint words,
Of the swearing that Samwise profusely let fly.

I DO have some rope he was shouting out loud,
All the way from Lothlorien I packed it nigh!
50 ells it must be as he measured it out,
Plenty ‘nough I think, at least, to lower us by.
After pouring down rain and a bright lightning flash,
And temporary blinding of eyes on the wall.
The two of them finally thus scrambled to ground,
While managing, strangely, not even to fall.

Now, from on the plain, when they looked back around,
Two pale green-lit eyes there they certainly saw.
That dreaded black Gollum was following along,
Creeping down rocks on four feet, his pads and his paws.
The Hobbits now huddled to hatch up a plan,
Knowing they were not safe while that blackguard could crawl.
Best to catch him and watch him with four eagle eyes,
Than to wait till they felt his cold throttling claws.

[Tar-Ancalimë]

Oh gosh... you guys have been doing a fantastic job and I've been doing... nothing.

lol! We surely aren't going to finish by December at this pace. OK, my efforts are way inferior to yours (not that I'm bad, just you two are good), but I'm going to give it my best shot here.


The night was dark and the moon clear,
As the creature crept down the cliff face.
The hobbits watched as he came near,
And waited for him without a trace.

His mutterings and hissings and heaves
Came close and they could hear him spit,
“The thieves, the filthy little thieves,
They stole it from us. And we wants it.”

At those words, their ambush they tested,
Leaping upon the creature to overpower.
In the ensuing struggles Sam was bested,
But Frodo and Sting to his rescue came over.

“This is Sting which you’ve seen before,
Release him or you’ll feel it this time!”
Was Frodo’s command without encore.
Defeated, it crawled away from the shine.

Sam’s anger smoldered and ate at him,
“Tie it up and leave it here!” was his plea.
But Frodo saw the helpless Gollum,
And his pity for it was plain to see.

“We won’t hurt you, and you will bring
The two of us on our way into Mordor,”
Frodo decided, and put away his Sting.
Gollum cried at the name as before.

But it was decided, the quest would go on
Into the dark land of death without sleep,
With a guide unwilling and scared to come,
Into the heart of the enemy’s strong keep.

[Arwen_Evenstar]

From Tars:

And while Sam and Frodo followed Gollum,
into the Marshes of death,
Merry and Pippin were being carried,
into the face of Sarumans wrath.

Though only part way there,
did the Uruk-hai stop'
to catch some air.

Merry and Pippin were thrown to the ground,
hurt and scared with no friends around.
The Uruk became hungry and hobbits looked good,
but alive they must be,
for that was Sarumans plea.

So the Uruk fought;
and while they did,
came Riders of Rohan,
to knock them dead.

Pippin untied the rope upon his and Merry's hands,
and it was into Fangorn they ran.
There they stumbled and fell,
till they came upon a tree that had some stories to tell.

[Nessa the Dancer]

Ahhhh Arwen we are following the books order of events and just using the movie for some images so the part we are on now is part four which is just Frodo Sam and Gollum's book The Ring Goes East we have already done the bit in Fangorn.

Sooo from Tar's...

Onward they stumbled along the gully
Following the creature who stepped it so surely.
After hours they stopped, to rest in the day
And in the evening continued to stumble on their way.

As hobbits have no knowledge of Eastern Lands
They must trust Gollum, put their lives in his hands.
Though they blanche to learn what course they must take
They must tread the path for the Precious’ sake.

For Gollum had sworn to serve the Master, and Frodo was that name
To save the Precious, the Ring that was Frodo’s Bane
To lead them to the Mountain where the Ring was wrought long ago
To help them to avoid any searching foe.

They travelled hard as Gollum led
And came at last to the Marshes of the Dead
Where even Orcs they say, fear to tread
And where many souls have made their bed.

[Arwen_Evenstar]

ok, lol. Sorry:blush: . It kind of just came to mind. It has been a while since i read TTT, so i kinda forgot the order. But i'll catch up.;)

[Tirithel]

"Don't follow the lights!" he warned in need
"Candles of corpses! Peril indeed!
Elves men and orcses, all dead and rotten,
some sad and noble, all long forgotten."

"You cannot reach them, cannot touch them.
We tried once, precious, learned much since then."
Three precious gollums in a row
Hobbits creep close as they go.

[Nessa the Dancer]

But Frodo paused while the others went ahead
Drawn by the lights to a misty pool
Where spirits had made their bed
Maybe twas the action of a fool.

Sam turned back, and Gollum did too
Gollum rescued Frodo from the murky watery ooze
“Master mustn’t go that way, or your life you lose
Master goes down there, light’s little candles, for others to see and muse”

They stumbled on under the dark of night
Gollum leading the following as they may
The hobbits hoping for some light
Just one small tiny ray.

Then all at once the clouds divide
And the white-faced Moon peers through
A cry echo’s from up high,
That act of fate they’ll surely rue.

All three fall flat on the ground
“We cannot hide from them” Gollum wailed
“They see and know all, we are surely found.
Curse the White Face”. He would not move again the moon had ailed.

[Nessa the Dancer]

I don’t want to see this die, so I shall carry on again for a bit.

Through the reeking fens they crept at last
Till up in front they saw the Mordor Gate
Black towers pierced the leaden sky so vast
And reaching to the threshold, a desolate barren waste.

Weakened by their treacherous hike
The hobbits sought to sleep
But Sam awoke at faded light
Heard Gollum muttering, and stayed silent to learn what councils he did keep.

Gollum it seemed was in two minds, the Smeagol half was good and true
But the Gollum side fought back
It would seem at a times that Smeagol would win through
But eventually twas Gollum’s mind that chose the track.

“She’ll know what to do
“We’ll take them to Her” he evilly swore
And when she throws away the Precious
It will be Ours once more”

At that Sam stirs and Gollum slinks away
The two hobbits make ready for a journey into the Shadow land
Frodo turns to Gollum “You have kept faith to this day
Now lead us to our goal and then you are free, as free as you can.

[Miruvor]

I don't think it will die - just goes slow sometimes.
We still have 3 months to get it done.

Gollum’s discouse with Smeagol
Even though at an end.
Sam thought caution the order,
So he yawned and he grinned.

He did not want to let on
That he heard Gollum’s plan.
“The Lord Smeagol, THE Gollum”
He knew ne’er could he stand.

Though he wondered who “She” was,
He had no doubt of “He”
But no time left to ponder.
One more hike left, through scree.

“Master says: to the Black Gate,
Yes he says we must go.
So good Smeagol leads on,
But not ‘neath the white glow.”

“It won’t look nice at all.
When we gets there they’ll see.”
And by morning they saw it.
The Morannon’s black teeth.

[Ivyetta]

We've come so far; our souls are marred,
To save the day; we hope and pray.
We see the Wall; It stands so tall.
Samwise the Brave; the world he'd save,
Stouthearted and so.......woops, there he goes!....
Tumbling down; though us hobbits hardly make a sound;
Following, Frodo crawls; it's good to be small;
"Stickelbats, Sam! I should have known you'd fall!..."

Written by Ivyetta Grubb, :grin:.

[Miruvor]

( :hyper: Very cute, Ivyetta!)

Just a furlong away, guards were keeping the gate.
Sam, discouraged and fey, saw no positive fate.
Smeagol scoffed at them both, ‘see, we said it’s no use!
To be taking this way, yes, yes, good Smeagol knew!'

‘Then what plague made you think, you should lead us this way?’
‘Master said that we must, so we tries what he says.
But, don’t take it to Him, this way’s hopeless to pass.
Follow Smeagol once more, there’s another dark path.’

‘It’s a dangerous way, first we must climb up stairs.
Then a tunnel cuts through, the high mountain pass there.’
‘Why the blazes did you never say this before?’
‘Cause the master not asks. Come, you can’t pass this door.’

Frodo sullenly said, ‘we must trust you once more.’
But before they set off, trumpets blazed with a roar.
From the east foreign troops, called by Sauron their Lord
They saw march towards the gate, and then enter Mordor.

[Tar-Ancalimë]

hmm... Mir, yours and Ivyetta's seem to overlap each other a lot. I think I'll follow from the journey to Osgiliath.

His mind firmly made, and his heart a bit lighter,
Frodo’d agreed to come with Gollum, that blighter.
Sam was not happy, but with them he’d tread
Out of a known doom, to strange paths instead.

But as they walked, even under the shadow
Of the land of the Dark Lord, the one great foe,
The land became happier, lighter and fresher.
The hobbits’ hearts lifted, with spirits far healthier.

This was a fair land, fragrant and glad,
The air was clearer and the land less sad.
Sam sought out fresh food, a rabbit or two,
Delighted, they started to feast on their brew.

Herbs and stewed rabbit, a wondrous meal,
Under black Mordor, their hearts would yet fill.
Contended and cheered, Frodo rested a bit,
But off in the distance, men their fire did spot.

[Nessa the Dancer]

Okay this is gonna overlap yours slightly Tar, but from a different angle.

Sam took his pans to wash them in the stream
And he chanced to look back to where their camp was hidden
Above the trees smoke from their fire was clear to be seen
A signal that could bring visitors unbidden.

Back goes Sam as quick as an arrow’s song
But even as he runs he hears a strange sound
A whistle it was, he had a feeling that something was wrong
It could have been a bird, but there was another. It was all around.

Back at the camp they stamped out the fire
Packed up there things and made ready to leave.
Then all at once voices were heard coming nearer
And they froze too long and were caught like coneys.

“What we have found is not what we sought
What is this that hides in our country?”
“Not Orcs, they straight away would have fought”
“Elves?” asked a third, though somewhat doubtfully.

“Nay” said the fourth and the captain of the team
“Elves are fair to look upon they say”
Sam spoke angryily “and we’re not it would seem
Who are you? Why can you not let two travellers go in peace on their way?”

The situation became all too clear
They could no longer walk free
They were prisoners of Captain Faramir
But Frodo thought it would benefit, if he spoke honestly.

He told Faramir who they were, and of their journey from Rivendell
Faramir listened closely, and only interrupted when a certain name rang true
“Boromir! What had you to with him pray tell”
Frodo did reply “are not his riddling words known to you?”

After much talk and misunderstanding on both sides
Truth and understanding was finally revieled.
“Alas for Boromir, but now I fear all my other companion have died.
Go and defend you city Captain, leave me, I’ll not be healed”.

“I doubt you no longer Frodo, but I must do what is right for my city
I should take you to my father, twould be his will
I’ll take to a safe place for evening is drawing in
I’ll decide tomorrow what to do, my life is forfeit if I choose ill"

Whew that was fun hehe okay remember people that we are going by the book for the plot/storyline, so Faramir is nice and they don't go to Osgiliath ;)

[Miruvor]

hmm... Mir, yours and Ivyetta's seem to overlap each other a lot. I think I'll follow from the journey to Osgiliath.

Sorry about that - there were a few extra tidbits I wanted to throw in there. Nessa is moving things along now. I think we can
finish in time. ;)

[Nessa the Dancer]

we should be able to - I was trying to move it along as far as I could hehe

[Nessa the Dancer]

Sorry...double post...another addition:

As they journeyed to the hideout of the men in green
The Captain spoke of things that had been
“You were not friendly with Boromir, that I perceive
Or you did not part in friendship when you did leave

I would guess that your grievance was Isildur’s Bane
I think it to be an heirloom of some great name.
It caused contention in the company, do I hit home?
No? As I thought, twas Boromir alone”

Now while Faramir and Frodo talked earnestly
Sam glanced back and caught a glimpse of something behind a tree.
Almost he alerted the men to the follower in their wake,
But decided that silence was the better course to take.

They travelled on till at last Faramir slowed his pace
“Here you must be blindfold, no stranger must see the path to this place”
So with eyes neatly bound they were guided to the hide
When they were allowed to see again, they gazed in wonder at the waterfall and then gratefully stepped inside.

Come on people don't stop now...we still have a good way to go - oh and a question the scenes with Shelob are in the Two Towers books but not in the film, what do we do about that? hehe

[Tar-Ancalimë]

hmm good point nessa, I think we go with the books mostly so shelob is in... nice going by the way don't worry about the double post thing :grin: and yes i will endeavor to do my part to keep this up (hmm, easier said than done ;))

[Nessa the Dancer]

Thanks Tar :grin:

Okay here's some more, I'm really getting into this hehe

While the hobbits rested on a corner bed
Scouts were arriving and reporting their chief
Anborn was one, when questioned he shrugged and shook his head.
“I saw no Orc, but I saw a black shadow, albeit brief”

Faramir was troubled, thought it could be an ill sign,
But he said no more as they prepared to eat
He had his guests waited on, as men uncorked the wine
Sam plunged his head in the water bowl and explained twas better than sleep.

After the meal Frodo told his ‘full’ tale
Trying to steer clear of his personal goall
Then Faramir took his turn, to tell the tales
Of Gondor and White city, and the long years hardy in toil.

Then did Sam blunder, when he turned talk to Elves
He spoke of Lorien and the White Lady fair
“I don’t know about perilous, folk bring it themselves
and if it be treachery in their heart let them beware

Now Boro_” he stops and hesitates on the name
“Yes?” countered Faramir “now Boromir you say
He took his peril with him into the Fair Domain?”
“Yes, begging your pardon, I watched him, he desired It all the way

Ever since he first saw it at the Council at Rivendell
But only when he entered Lorien did the truth finally sink in
From that time he fell under the spell
He wanted the Enemy’s Ring”

Duh dun dun!!!! lol

[Miruvor]

“SAM !” cried out Frodo, all agape and aghast.
As he jumped from his seat, and his reverie past.
Oh dear me, Oh dear me! ‘I’m a fool’, Sam declared.
“Don’t you take now, advantage, of my Master, unfair.”

"Just because his pert servant, puts his foot in his mouth.
Is no cause for your quality, not to find it’s way out."
With a glint in his eye, Faramir played them a taunt.
While both Frodo and Sam to the wall, felt the daunt.

“But, alas, for poor Boromir, to face trial so sore.
This news grieves my sad heart, he was mighty no more.
So please sit down pert Sam, it was safe to declare,
This heirloom, this great burden. You judge men most unfair.”

I had said if I found it, on the road, I’d pass by.
And to that I still hold, for we men do not lie.
I am not a vain man, for me, power tempts not.
Now lets put fear aside, for this night, it’s forgot.

Yet I marvel at Hobbits, high esteemed they must be.
To take on such grave tasks, towards great danger to flee.
But tonight you may rest here. Put aside your dismay.
And, as Frodo calmed down, he reeled, fainting away.

(This was one of my favorite parts of TTT, and it amazes me that PJ did not take advantage of this little drama for the movie.)

[Nessa the Dancer]

Bravo Mir! :hooray:

This is what I've got so far..might add to it again a bit later if no-one else does.

Frodo awoke before Dawn’s light
With the sense that something was not right
He shrank back as the Captain loomed near
“Tis alright my friend, you have nothing to fear”

Faramir roused Frodo from his slumber suite
And took him took him out still half fuzzied by sleep.
Sam awaking to find his Master gone
Crept up also and tagged along.

They climbed up the back on a turret-like stair
And at last emerged on a rock-platform bare.
From here a great view of Gondor was seen
But twas not the only reason Frodo was brought to the scene.

Faramir brought them to the edge that platform cool
And gestured straight down to a deep foaming pool.
A dark form was fishing heedless to the gaze
Of the Rangers who watched it through the early morning haze.

[Nessa the Dancer]

Okay another addition.

“It seems we are discovered” Said Anborn “I can kill it with one shot”
Faramir turned the question to Frodo “No please Captain, I beg that you do not”.
“His life is forfeit, now that he’s dared to come here
I marvel at the creature, does he think men don’t keep a watch? Does he have no fear?”

“He knows very little of men, which is why I beg him be spared
he is lured here by my burden, and by hunger he is snared”
He is also bound up with my errand he bore my burden for some years
Let me go and try to bring him to you, perhaps it will sway your fears”

So Frodo was led down the waterside
And persuaded Smeagol to trust a bribe.
It was all over, and as Smeagol squealed and cried
He was carried off to Faramir to be tried.

[Nessa the Dancer]

and another.....;)

“Loose us! Loose us!” was Smeagol’s cry
When he was brought before Faramir
“We’ve done nothing, nothing” wicked Master told us a lie
“Nothing?” returned the Captain “twas a crime to even come here!

Too come and look on the pool bears the penalty of death
I have spared you thus far at the prayer of Frodo,
You have him to thank for your life’s breath
But you must also satisfy me, What is your name? Whence do come from? And whither do you go?”

“We are lost, no name, no Precious, nothing, only empty.
So wise they are, so just”
“Not very wise” countered Faramir, “but as just as one may be
Unloose him Frodo *handing Frodo a knife* we do what we must”.

The Pact was complete, by promise to the Precious, Smeagol was bound
To never again come to the hideout or lead others to the Hideout
Faramir surrendered the creature to Frodo to whom he was bound
And then demanded to know where he was leading them now.

When Frodo answered and Faramir learned the way they were headed
He pleaded with Frodo to stray from that path
For the road they were taking, was one all men dreaded
But after argument and failed persuasion, he reluctantly let them go at last.

[Nessa the Dancer]

Am I all alone? :p Just kidding, here's some more hehe

The next day Faramir led them, blind-fold once more
Into the woods of Ithilien where they’d bet the day before.
In their packs he had stored provisions they would need on the way
And granted them freedom in Gondor for a year and a day.

Left on their own in the Ithilien glade,
Frodo turned to Gollum, his guidance not to be delayed
He led them southwards and the east towards mountain tall
And reluctantly let them sleep when darkness did fall

No day dawned after that night
Only a Eastern red glare and a dead brown twilight.
Gollum urged them on at a quick sharp pace
But stealthily and silently so that no eye or ear would detect their haste.

At the Crossroads they arrived and there a sight before them lay
A beheaded statue of a king, and the head had rolled away
“Look” cried Sam “the king has got his crown again”
“They cannot conquer for ever” Frodo replied as Gollum’s patience began to strain.

On again he led them into the Morgul-Vale
And twas there that Frodo’s resistance began to fail
He tottered off towards the tower with both Sam and Gollum in his wake
But just then the trumpets blared and an army spewed from the gate.

[Tar-Ancalimë]

Oh good, we're getting to the fun part where we get to talk about how miserable Frodo is and horrible Mordor is. yay lol

No, you aren't alone, Nessa, just the rest of us aren't as enterprising, smart, or good of poets as you :p

[Nessa the Dancer]

Oh hush Tar :blush:
Now if knew you meant it.......;)
Oh I see other people get to do the excting parts....I just gets us there lol

Not that I mind of course :p

[Miruvor]

Thanks for holding down the fort Nessa.
Well I'M feeling big and guilty for not contributing lately. I'll take my book to work tonight and see if I can get poetical on my spare time.

[Miruvor]

While Gollum urged them back on to the road where he led,
A flash from Mt. Orodruin painted all the clouds red.
From down below in the Morgul Vale quick answer flew.
From top the moon-tower lightning flashes lit the vale blue.

Thunder claps forced the Hobbits to throw hands over ears.
Familiar screeches announced the Wraith-king’s army of fear.
A steady stream of dark soldiers issued forth from the gate.
For they were drawn by a summons to conquer Gondor – their fate.

Frodo felt now the old wound in his shoulder acute.
The old Pale King stopped his escort and looked around, for he knew,
Some other power was passing through his valley – but where?
And Frodo’s hand seemed to move towards the ring as he stared.

But on the phial of Galadriel his hand came to rest.
And so the hosts on the road resumed their march to the west.
Frodo, sad for the fate of Faramir, his dear friend,
Began to weep at such loss, if he should fail in his end.

For now the storm has been loosed - can Gondor weather the test?

[Nessa the Dancer]

Bravo Mir :hooray: great verses!!! :grin:
Well.....I've finished the chapter mainly because there didn't seem to be any good place with which to stop....yea, I know I really need to get a life lol Here it comes......

All these thoughts and questions burned Frodo’s heart and mind
As he sat unable to move, unseeing, unheeding
The many eyes might look from the windows of that accursed shrine
At last he was brought back by Gollum’s orders and Sam’s pleading.

He gathered up his strength and followed Gollum on up the winding track
Up and up they slowly climbed until they reached the straight stair
“Careful” Gollum cautioned, as the hobbits struggled and longed to turn back
At long last they were up, but Gollum refused to let them rest there.

He urged them on again through a passage that seemed miles long
And to the foot of the second stair that wound forever to the crimson sky
In a dark crevice they snatched some rest and talked of the shire and home
But when they looked for Gollum he had vanished with no explanation why.

*

Gollum found them asleep, when he came creeping from the gloom
Drowned in sleep, Frodo’s head in Sam’s lap and Sam’s back against the stone.
Gollum remorsed for what he had done, the treachery that would come clear soon
He crept up to Frodo’s side. A weary hobbit who had lived far to long.

But at his touch Frodo stirred, and Sam came wide awake
“What are you up to?” he demanded to know
“Nothing, nothing, nice Master”. Same frowned “ I dare say,
but where have you sneaking off to?” Gollum’s anger began to grow.

“Sneaking? Sneaking? O nice hobbits” A green glint flashes his eyes
“Smeagol brings them up secret ways
He guides them, searches for paths and places to hide
Tired he is and thirsty, has been so for many days”.

“I’m sorry” apologised “I’m angry with myself for sleeping when on guard
and now we’d best be sneaking along together if we want to reach the end”.
He woke up Frodo, who soon discovered Sam’s error of word
“I said I was sorry” Frodo looked at them both “Let it pass then”

Though Frodo suggested that Gollum’s agreement was fulfilled
And they might now find the way
Gollum insisted that his aid was needed still
That they might still go astray.

One more chapter down and only two to go....we'll get there :grin:

[Miruvor]

A little redundancy here, but here goes:

No longer could they tell if it was day or it was night.
The low-slung clouds of smoke seemed to completely block the light.
The crags and stairs were now behind, just one last lap it seemed.
For red light glowed up at the pass, but a tunnel lay between.

As they approached the entrance to the hole where Smeagol led,
The foulest stench they ever smelled, came down upon their heads.
“Perhaps bad smells don’t bother you, you’ve been this way before?”
And Smeagol said, “Yes, yes, I’ve brought you to the tunnel door.”

They drew a breath and steeled themselves to delve into the black.
But if they thought it dark outside, this dark took them aback.
The stagnant air was dank and chill, their footsteps echoed high.
They could not see each other, so they felt the wall as guide.

“How long must we endure this place, we must get out and soon.
It seems that Gollum had his plan, and this was it, I’ll rue!
At once the wall on Frodo’s side gave way to empty space.
The stench increased and fear increased and stirred a quickened pace.

Poor Sam and Frodo sensed that they were watched by evil eyes.
“There’s something worse than Gollum here, come master, let us fly!
This is a trap he’s led us to, I plan to ring his neck…
If ever I get hand on him, he’ll pay for this – you bet!”

But darkness was the problem now, and as they dreamed of light,
The thought of the White Lady’s gift, came suddenly to mind.
“The star-glass Mr. Frodo", Sam said watching all about.
“Yes, how could I forget – A light when other lights go out!”

:elfqueen:

[Nessa the Dancer]

Whatd'ya mean "redundacy" Mir? that's terrific!!

Love the "They drew a breath and steeled themselves to delve into the black." bit, delve is such a wonderful word don't you think? :grin:

I'll do the Shelob attack later on today if no-one else has....maybe I will get to write some fun stuff after all hehe

[Miruvor]

Sure enough! Looking forward to your spider pouncing.
The redundancy was that I already used 'red glow' the last time.
Oh well. Red glowing clouds of Mordor is such an iconic image in my mind from the books and art work.
You are right - I think we will finish this up just barely in time.

(rats - I hate not being able to edit that badly misplaced quote mark.)

[Nessa the Dancer]

PM Tar or Lady Ashley to alter it for you Mir - I know it's really annoying when that happens.

the next offering hehe I stopped it just before the attack Shelob attack because I don't really want to get into all the gory bits so late at night lol

Here goes

Frodo’s hand went to his breast
And drew forth the Lady’s gift
He held it aloft, twas time to put it to the test.
At first though it seemed in vain, and did not his spirits lift.

Then, the light that glimmered faint and dim
Struggling against the darkness, and then hope kindled and grew in Frodo’s mind
It burned there, as the light took on a silver sheen
And then a minute heart of white fire sparkled. A fair gift from Elven-kind

Darkness fled from the white flame
As Frodo cried Earendil’s name
He felt a great malice and also pain
As he stumbled back and turned to where he knew the came.

Reflected back in the light’s bright glare
Were many eyes. The menace was now unmasked
The light was thrown back from the monster’s gloating stare
The hobbits were trapped. Had the Quest come to an end at last?

They backed away as the eyes advanced
Then they turned and fled
They eyes came leaping behind “hold” ordered Frodo “if face it we may have a chance
Running is no use” They turned to face the dread

Frodo held up the Phial and then he drew forth Sting
He advanced bravely forward to meet the monstrous Thing
“Galadriel!” He cried as the sword flashed a blue-fire warning
The eyes halted, drew back and then vanished! It was gone for the time being.

Ooooo this is getting exciting :whoohoo:

[Tar-Ancalimë]

Mir, no problem.

And I've decided to sticky this thread (it's something that probably should have been done long ago, but better late than never), maybe some other people will be interested in looking at it and/or contributing.

I have to run to take a french test now (yuck!), but I will do my best to write some this afternoon, I feel bad for letting you two carry the fort all by yourselves - though you're doing an excellent job :thumbs:

:)

[Nessa the Dancer]

Nice of you to say so Tar :grin:

Yay I got to do some gory stuff lol thought it isn't quite as gory as the next bit is gonna be ;) Only one mor chapter to go folks! Whew I don't know whether to be relived of saddened or saddened by that, this has been fun!!!! Still we do have The Lay of the Return of the King to look forward to :p Anyway here's my next bit :grin:

“Stars and Glory” cried Sam “of this the Elves would make a song
But don’t go down there Master. Let’s get out of foul hole”
So back they ran, down that corridor and along
Till they felt a breath of air, and felt that they had found their goal.

But alas twas not to be, as thick cobwebs barred their way
“Trapped in the end” moaned Sam “what shall we do now?”
“Let us see what Sting can do, it is an Elven blade”
And Sting did work and cleared, while Sam stood in awe.

“Come on” cried Frodo as he ran towards the light
Sam followed, grateful to be free
But they knew little of Shelob and her evil might
She had many exits to her lair and a little Sneak, who was about to pay his fee

From an upper exit Shelob squelched and squeezed
And pounced on the heedless hobbit in her path
Sam tried to cry a warning, but found a hand over his mouth, an attacker more than pleased
“Got him!” Gollum hissed “She takes that one, we this nasty one, at last”

Sam fought with fury and despair
And he twisted to free his sword
But Gollum bend his hand, with strength Sam did not share
Till he was forced to drop the weapon, as through his hand pain poured.

Sam played his last trick, and pulled hard away from Gollum’s grip
Then drove his legs into the ground and hurled backwards with full force
Not expecting this, Gollum fell back, not expecting the simple trick
Sam came up sword in hand, bent to kill with no remorse

Gollum squealed, battle was not in is his line
He did not know how to deal Sam head on
His trick was grabbing from behind
But he had made a mistake, and his beautiful plan had gone wrong.

He sprang aside as Sam advanced and bounded off in fear
Sam started after him, but Gollum had gone
His plot had succeded, Sam was too late to save his master dear
But he still had see what Shelob had done.

(BTW well done Tar for making this thread a Sticky Is the Lay of the Fellowship still around? perhaps you could do the same with that as well)

[Tar-Ancalimë]

Your wish is my command, Nessa ;) Had to do quite a bit of digging, but 'tis there.

All right... *breaks out the rusty poetry skills* time to help you two out a bit on this one.


In horror Sam turned to see what had passed,
Frodo was down, and Shelob had him fast,
Almost dead, Sam was sure, limp and still,
Frodo’s fate did not look good in Cirith Ungol.

But Shelob was tricked, she thought she’d won
Until with a rush, Samwise came at a run,
Furious and avenging, Sam wielded his sword
And crashed upon Shelob, as hard as he could.

Sam was small, but Shelob couldn’t stand the ride,
Her own weight against her, he pierced through her hide.
But even that wasn’t enough, and Sam saw dispair,
She crouched to spring, ready to take her kill.

Until a great presence came to Sam’s mind,
He thought of the elves, of Galadriel’s time,
A light came to him, and let him stand tall,
Sam found a spirit, a strength in the call.

Faced with a demon, Shelob’s courage did fail,
Retreat she did, all the way back into her lair,
Wounded and sick, stressed beyond limit,
Away she disappeared, and left Sam to finish it.

(We are so going to do it! We rock, guys :grin: )

[Nessa the Dancer]

Yay! you're an angel Tar! Great verses as well :grin: well done! I have to do the sad bit, hope I managed to capture it right mecry

“Master! Master!” Sam knelt at Frodo’s side
But Frodo didn’t move or hear Sam’s anguished cry.
He had been stung in the neck and now knew no more
As Sam listened in the silence and cut away his cords.

He laid his head on Frodo’s chest, but his efforts were in vain
Not one breath of life or any heartbeat came.
Not the faintest flutter could Sam hear, though he strained with all his might
Frodo’s brow was cold and his hands were that of ice.

“Frodo, Mr Frodo, don’t leave me here alone,
don’t go where I can’t follow” Sam did desperately moan.
“Wake up Mr Frodo, Mr Frodo dear!
Don’t go and leave me alone, don’t leave me stranded here”.

Anger then surged through him, and he ran about that foul place
Stabbing the air and shouting, then he knelt to look on Frodo’s face
A dim memory floated back, on an image seen in Lorien
Of Frodo lying under a cliff, he had thought Frodo had been sleeping then.

“He was dead, not sleeping as I thought
things that might be, things that will be” the foresight was dearly bought
Sam pulled his hood up over his head and bowed right to the stone
When the blackness past, he knew he must choose: to stay or go on alone.

mecrymecrymecrymecry

[Miruvor]

I agree Nessa mecry mecry mecry mecry

His grief came back, he cursed again, for the world was still the same.
“What is the path that I must take to cause the lesser pain.
What can I do now, why oh why, was I sent on this quest.
Was only it to see us fail, and Frodo lay to rest?”

“But what end do I follow – after Gollum for to kill?
That vengeance would fall flat, and still the task won’t be fulfilled.
No! Something I have yet to do, the quest perhaps take on?
But leave my dearest Master here? The task must yet be done.”

“What, Me? A simple hobbit, go to Mordor all alone?
I cannot ask permission now, and I cannot go back home.”
So Frodo’s body Samwise wrapped in grayish elven cloak.
He held on to the star-glass, and took Sting, and clung to hope.

He kissed him on the forehead and slipped off the golden chain.
And promised to return to him when all was right again.
More hesitation slowed him down below the cloud’s red glow.
"Well better or for worse, I’m set. To Mount Doom I must go!"
:ring: :sam:

[Nessa the Dancer]

Okay people *takes a deep breath* it's done!!! We finally made it :hooray: I here present the finall installment of the Lay of the Two Towers and I have only seven words to say Roll on the Return of the King!!!!

Sam held up the Phial to look upon Frodo’s fair face
Which in the soft light’s hue bore an Elven-beauty and was full of peace.
With only that bitter comfort to ease his heart
Sam left his Master, and stumbled on into the growing dark.

But scarce had he left his Master dear
When he heard noises that caused his heart to twist in fear.
Orc feet pounding on rock and stone
Sam turned and looked back to where he had left Frodo, alone

Then he heard more orcs coming from ahead
And shrank in to cliff as they passed, their torches gleaming red.
The Captains greeted each other, in the custom Orcish way
Insults flew back and forth, then their rabble began to bay

They’d found Frodo, Sam’s luck was surely out
He followed them up the tunnel, and then he heard a shout
“Now off, the quick way, back to the Nundergate
She’ll not trouble us tonight, not by the signs of fate

Sam followed cautiously behind the Captains at the rear
He overheard their talk of Shelob and Her Sneak
And what he discovered filled his heart with with both relief and dread
“When She binds the cords She’s after the meat, this fellow isn’t dead.

“You fool Sam Gamgee,
he isn’t dead
In your heart you knew it
Why did you trust your head?

The orcs had moved away, and Sam let out a moan
He drew Sting from his belt and beat upon the stone
Sting blazed and in the light, Sam saw in front of him
The entrance doors within the wall and the orcs were marching in

The two captains were still in hot debate
About the “Elven warrior who had made good his escape
And where to put the “prisoner” caught in Shelob’s lair
“Up the top I say” said Shagrat “he’ll be safe there”.

Now the orcs had passed inside,
The captains far from satisfied
Were drawing near the gate
Sam yelled and brandished Sting, but he was alas too late.

The great doors slammed on Samwise
Frodo was alive but taken for a prize.
We can but assume that Sam’s grief lasted for many hours
But we must leave him alone to grieve. Here ends the Two Towers.

WE SOOOO ROCK GUYS!!! :rock: :hooray: :whoohoo: :wiggle:
entdraught all round!!!

[Tar-Ancalimë]

Yay Nessa! V brilliant of you, wonderful ending, congratulations all around veryhappy :hooray: :wave:

We so do rock :grin:

I'll see someone about getting this on the main page, like illu did with FotR. That would be way cool.

[Miruvor]

Great Nessa - you really captured the details. Especially LOVE your ending lines! ! !

(I had been reviewing the chapter to help with the ending, but I was crying so much, I couldn't think about writing. Boo! Hoo! mecry )

[Nessa the Dancer]

Awwwww *hands Mir a tissue*
We all did our bit! The only reason I write sooo muuch is because I have waaaaaay to much time on my hands atm hehe

And yea I was scrtinising the book, trying to get as many details as I could in, in fact this bit
You fool Sam Gamgee,
he isn’t dead
In your heart you knew it
Why did you trust your head?

Is practically lifted from the text intact hehe

Tar - good idea, that would be cool!

[Miruvor]

Yayyyy! We finished just in time. I can't believe it took us all year!
Congrats to all us poetesses! (Were there any guys in here? I can't tell.)

[Tar-Ancalimë]

Rumil contributed one post, lol. Someday when Illu's online I'll IM him and I think he'll help us out :grin:

Them's long books, Nessa ;) But you and mir did most of the work, outstanding job both of you :wave:

Oh yeah, and, I've been putting all of this into a word doc that I'm planning on giving to Illu. I edited some verses slightly (only for punctuation or spelling things - I didn't even change the british spelling to american though even if my spell checker wanted me to lol), do you guys want a look at it before I pass it on? I can email it to you if yes.

[Nessa the Dancer]

Ummmm *goes to check the names* The only guy was Rumil as far as I can see.

Yes, it took us almost a whole year to complete, well look at it this way. it gave us something constructive to do wiith our time ;)

I've been wondering if any publishers might be intrested in this, the Lay of the Fellowship, Two Towers, and perhaps the Return of the King at some stage as well.....Hmmmm only problem with that is, there'd have to be consent from everyone, and some people who contrabuted might not be on the forums any more, and there'd probo be other complications as well.....Ahhhh well, just musing out loud, don't really expect it to come to anything.....I'll shut up now hehe

***Edit*** You had the sam idea as me Tar lol I've put it into word format as well, with spelling and punctuation done, but you probably are better at that sort of thing than I am Tar hehe

And thanks Tar! I can only say that it's been an absolute pleasure to be part of this!!!! and I really don't konw how I missed out on the first one hehe
Yea Illu will help us out...he's nice like that! hehe

[Miruvor]

I'll look, thanks. Otherwise, I would have copied it all myself too. Will check my profile to see if my e-mail address is there.

[Tar-Ancalimë]

I can email you through the forum here, but you can't attach anything... I need your actual address. and nessa, all right, great minds think alike lol. yeah i've been trying to pretty muchly clean it as we go along (though it isn't always necessary :grin: ), so you want me to email you too?