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    A Visti from the Nazgul

    Iwrote this yesterday. It's amazing what your mind can come up with when you're bored.

    Apologies to Clement Moore.

    A Visit from the Nazgul

    ‘Twas night throughout Bree-land, and all through the inn
    Not a creature was stirring, as I watched Frodo’s kin.
    The lads from the Shire had nary a care
    And hoped that old Gandalf soon would be there.
    The hobbits were nestled all snug in their beds
    While visions of going home danced in their heads.
    And I with my longsword arrayed ‘cross my lap
    Had just settled down for a short guarded nap.
    When out there in Bree there arose such a clatter
    I sprang to alert to see what was the matter.
    Away to the window I flew like a flash
    Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
    The moon on the eaves of the buildings in town
    Could hardly be seen in the darkness around.
    When out of the gloom came a grim ebon pack —
    The horrid dark shapes of four riders in black!
    With a large fearsome captain so terrifying
    I knew in a moment it was the Witch-King!
    More rapid than hell-hawks these riders they came
    I whispered to each of the hobbits by name
    “Now, Merry, now Pippin, now Frodo and Sam!
    We must now leave Bree-land! We are on the lam!
    To the Midgewater Marsh! To Weathertop then!
    We make our way eastward to Rivendell’s glen!”
    As grim shades that before the wild forest fire shrink,
    Through the darkened back alleys the Nazgul did slink,
    So up to the Prancing Pony they drew
    With hearts full of hate and the Witch-King too!
    And then in a twinkling came sounds like a grunt:
    The sniffing and snuffing of wraiths on the hunt!
    As I shushed the scared hobbits and hefted Narsil
    The Nazgul entered the inn with a chill.
    They were dressed in black robes from their heads to their boots
    And their clothes were as dark as ashes and soot
    Sharp crooked swords completed their gear
    And they looked like grim specters of doom and of fear
    Their eyes — how they glowed! Their visage so foul!
    Their faces were empty voids swathed in dark cowls!
    Beside me, in terror, stood young Mr. Frodo
    And the skin of his face was as white as the snow.
    The broken sword Narsil I held tight in my hand
    As I readied for trouble from that evil band.
    There was a great shadow, the leader of all,
    That spoke with a hiss I could hear down the hall.
    They were shadowy shapes, right brackish and cold
    I shook when I saw then, despite being bold.
    A wink of my eye and a nod of my head
    Told the scared hobbits they had nothing to dread.
    They made not a sound and went straight to the beds,
    But stabbed only pillows and not hobbits’ heads.
    A scream of frustration came out of their cloaks
    As I had relocated the four Shire folk.
    We left that morning with a pony named Bill
    We left quickly behind us the bulk of Bree-Hill
    And Frodo exclaimed as we walked out of sight
    “I think we can trust him, this Striders’ all right.”

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