13. Call to Silence
Author's note:
Sung by S. Gollum; yet another tune from the duo of Saruman and Glorfindel. Based on "Sounds of Silence," by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel.
*******
Hello Precious, only friend
We've come to take you home again
Because a terror softly creeping
Came upon us as we were sleeping
And the terror that the wraiths gave to our soul
Will never go
Until your call is silenced
O'er rock and cliff we creeps alone
Where the winds from Mordor groan
‘Neath the glare of the Yellow Face
We hides from it although we gives chase
To the Hobbits two that eludes our every sight
Until tonight
When we will them silence
And in the friendly dark we knows
Our Precious somewhere dimly glows
But the Hobbits are not speaking
They might hear us if they are listening
So we must decide if we can reach it there
And if we dare
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools," we says, "they are asleep
Hidden he the Precious keeps
But his clothing hides It not from me
Nothing will the Precious keep from me"
And we goes to take it from his hold
But our need
Is now met with violence
And the Hobbits holds us tight
Tied with rope that our flesh bites
And Baggins gives us a warning
Not to think of himself harming
And he says that the Precious is a torment that will drive us to endless pain
And darker dreams
And cannot e'er be silenced
Sung by S. Gollum; yet another tune from the duo of Saruman and Glorfindel. Based on "Sounds of Silence," by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel.
*******
Hello Precious, only friend
We've come to take you home again
Because a terror softly creeping
Came upon us as we were sleeping
And the terror that the wraiths gave to our soul
Will never go
Until your call is silenced
O'er rock and cliff we creeps alone
Where the winds from Mordor groan
‘Neath the glare of the Yellow Face
We hides from it although we gives chase
To the Hobbits two that eludes our every sight
Until tonight
When we will them silence
And in the friendly dark we knows
Our Precious somewhere dimly glows
But the Hobbits are not speaking
They might hear us if they are listening
So we must decide if we can reach it there
And if we dare
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools," we says, "they are asleep
Hidden he the Precious keeps
But his clothing hides It not from me
Nothing will the Precious keep from me"
And we goes to take it from his hold
But our need
Is now met with violence
And the Hobbits holds us tight
Tied with rope that our flesh bites
And Baggins gives us a warning
Not to think of himself harming
And he says that the Precious is a torment that will drive us to endless pain
And darker dreams
And cannot e'er be silenced
This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.
