*Пытаясь как-то вас извлечь из меланхоличного состояния*
Я тут продолжение написала, с Weathertop до Rivendell.
...And then the Strider reappeared, carrying a torch.
In terms of fighting he was absolutely, totally top notch.
He burned the stinking Nazgul, however he was late,
'Cos poor Frodo had been stabbed with rusty Morgul blade.
And Frodo called for Gandalf, but he couldn't come that night,
He'd lost to Saruman, his friend, a funny kung-fu fight.
And then Director Jackson's Vision stretched a little farther:
The Strider's girlfriend showed up, sent by her crazy father.
She was a thousand years old, a sexy Elvish witch,
Way out of Strider's age group, and, let's face it, quite a bitch.
She tried to cut her boyfriend's throat with shiny Elvish sword,
And Strider, sissy human prick, didn't say a single word.
Then Strider poked some grass in Frodo's wound, to ease the pain,
But Strider sucked in medicine, his efforts were in vain.
And Arwen spoke bad Elvish with a really spooky look.
She was not anywhere close to Arwen in the book.
And then she took Glorfindel's horse she stole some time before,
And rode from Nazgul, swearing in Elvish slang some more,
She put some nasty Elvish spell on Bruinen, little creek.
And Glorfindel didn't make it to the movie, poor geek.
So, finally to Rivendell was wounded Frodo brought,
And Arwen's dad looked very much like Agent Smith, I thought,
Lord Elrond told the Strider that all hope had almost faded,
And Pip and Merry ran away to chase some Elvish maidens.
Then Gandalf came, he had escaped and took a private plane.
He swore he'd never, ever practice martial arts again,
And Frodo, luckily, was cured by skills of Lord Elrond,
And then a Secret Council of the Middle-Earth was called.