I dream of Orcs
I dream of Nazgul in Dol Amroth
Frodo wakes in October
Aragorn dreams of love as deep roots are not reached by the frost

The Balrog dreams of fire
Those dreams that kill Gandalf but he will never die
Got caught by flames
I’m surprised that his ankle didn’t fry

The land of Lothlorien
Whose Golden Wood bears the Light of Erandil
Fellowship caught by Haldir’s kin
No sweet lembas would torture Pippin more than this

And now the hobbits turn
This way they leave in the logic of all Tolkein’s dreams
Isengard burns
Saruman realizes that Fangorn’s firewood

Frodo dreams of Gandalf
He dreams of Orcs in Gimli’s cousin’s mines
Merry and Pippin run to Fangorn in vain
They dream of height as Old Man Willow traps them with vines

Eowyn dreams of a wave
She hits on Aragorn but her stew is really bad
Aragorn almost dies
It makes everyone sad

It starts to rain
The Orcs are gathered into Rohan land
Elves save the day
Haldir dies and Gandalf has a plan

Sweet Shelob dies
Whose shadow bears death of Orcs
Sam kills her off
The Orcs that take Frodo’s Mithril are dorks

Denethor burns and dies
Pelennor is filled with ghosts as the Oliphaunts fall
Frodo loses a finger and Gollum dies
The ring is gone and the new king stands tall