My first attempt at a dribble. Thanks to Dreamflower for showing the way!

October the Sixth: Weathertop

As he dons the Ring, moved by some silent command,
their faces become terribly clear, ghastly king leading them,
drawing cold blade as he advances, grimly triumphant.
But Frodo throws himself forward, crying out,
his own blade stabbing blindly upward.
'Elbereth! Gilthoniel!' escapes his lips.
Ice penetrates his shoulder,
His heart pales.
Then falls...
Darkness.