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Let us go then, you and I,
To Mordor, where the shadows lie
A land rent open, stricken upon its bedrock;
Let us go, through certain marshes dead,
The whispering entreaties
Of restless souls in shallow watery tombs
That summon you to rest in the mud:
A creature follows with lantern eyes
Of obsessive guile and guise,
To lead you into Shelob's lair.
Oh, do not ask 'Where is it?'
Let us go and make our visit.
In the night the shadows come and go
Talking of Samwise and Frodo.
....
I have heard the Nazgul screeching, each to each.
I do not think they will see through me.
I have seen them hurtling skyward, riding beasts
Breathing foully, circling round and back
With flesh grown pale and nails grown black.
We have lingered on the slops of Orodruin
By lakes of fire wreathed in yellow gloom,
Was that a bang, or whimper? It was Gollum...