I wrote this poem a couple years ago. It's horribly embarrassing but a little fun at the same time. I'm pretty sure I made up a couple words as well just to keep the rhyming going if you know what I mean. To add to my embarrassment, I've included a couple of horribly inaccurate drawings from scenes from The Fellowship of the Ring. Enjoy. Also, depending on the response I get, I may or may not post a story I wrote about the fellowship finding themselves in the Land of Oz.
Post script I do not owe anything by J.R.R. Tolkien or New line Cinema for that matter. Please don't sue me.
From Rivendell they set out
Nine companions true.
A Man, a Dwarf, an
Elf,
Chosen to see it though.
An Heir of renowned blood
Though folly
scarred a vein.
Brave and Noble was he
and
Destined to reclaim his
reign.
Four hobbits also made the group
Valiant
and loyal were they,
One bore the
Ring
of PowerAnd there his quest would lay.
Last of all came Gandalf
Virtuous to his
line.
Might and power he brought
Thus completing the Nine.
From Rivendell they set out,
Traveling as a
band,
Unsure of what peril would
Come from evil hands.
South was the way of their travel
Heading
for the Rohan Gap.
But the Eye turned its
gaze southward
And put them on his
map.
Their path was veered to Caradhras
The
mighty mountain pass
No race could overcome
it
And the storm soon turned their
backs.
Anxious they turned to Moria
The mighty
Dwarven Mine.
Where danger and evil
dwelled
Acquired over time.
The door was lit by moonlight,
Opened by an
elvish sound
Fleetingly they hurried
in
Too late to turn back
now.
Entering they discovered
The Mine was now
a tomb.
Gimli
mourned his brothers
As Gandalf read their
doom.
A clatter fell down the well
Causing all to
stop and look,
From the mischief of a
hobbit
Known as
Peregrin
Took.
No one dared to breathe
The crash echoed
the halls
The drums began to wickedly beat
As the orcs began their calls.
The door was quickly shut
And jammed by
fallen axes
Warriors then took their places
Ready to meet their matches.
Orcs and Goblins soon arrived
Hacking at
the door.
Legolas was quick to see
A hole at which they tore.
Skillfully he fired his bow
The elven arrow
true.
Yet swiftly he again took aim
More was there to do.
Battle began as minions swarmed
Fighting
like vicious dogs.
Fearlessly the Nine did
fight
Felling orcs like logs.
Crashing through the walls,
Came a sudden
dread.
A cave troll of monstrous size
Severely underfed.
Dumbly he swung his club
The battle
continued its plight
Unwittingly it
cornered Frodo
And stabbed with all its
might.
The cave troll finally fell.
An arrow to
his head.
No rejoicing was there
though,
For Frodo lay there
dead.
Little did the companions know
The thrusted
spear did fail.
Mithril wrapped his body
And it’s as hard as dragon’s
scales.
Running from the room,
They once again took
flight.
Swarms of orcs surrounded,
Forcing them to fight.
Loud came a bellow,
Down an unlit
hall.
Orcs and goblins ran away,
As the fear continued to call.
Only Gandalf knew
What evil lay ahead.
Fear slumped his shoulders,
His face was
dropped by dread.
“A Balrog of Mordor”
He announced with
a sigh.
Fear gripped the Fellowship
As Gandalf shouted “Fly!”
Tearing down the hall,
To the bridge of
Khazad-dûm,
The Balrog screamed
behind.
He would be upon them
soon.
Gandalf’s heart began to pound,
For he
all too ready knew.
He made a grab for
Aragorn,
And told him what to do.
Pausing for a moment,
The Ranger held his
breath,
One against a Balrog,
Would surely meet his death.
One by one they crossed the bridge.
All,
but one who did not cower.
Gandalf the Grey
would stay and fight,
For he possessed the
power.
“Gandalf!” Frodo cried,
anguish in his
voice.
But the wizard stood upon the
bridge.
He already made his
choice.
Thus the Balrog came.
A terror in his
right.
Black as coal and bright with
fire.
A nightmare from the
night.
“You cannot pass!” Gandalf roared.
Slamming down his staff.
No matter what the
creature did,
It would not be allowed to
pass.
Then the creature fell.
Bright whip still
in hand,
Gandalf turned to go,
And join the awe-struck band.
Alas, the whip still hailed.
And grabbed
him unaware.
The Balrog’s whip pulled him
over,
And frantically dangled
there.
“Fly you fools!” was all he said.
As
Frodo screamed his name.
Gandalf then fell
down into dark.
One player out of the
game.
“Nooo!” Frodo wailed
jerking for his
friend.
Boromir grabbed him just in
time,
And carried him up the
bend.
Blurred was the world to all,
As the broken
Nine emerged.
Some openly cried their
tears,
Other’s remained unheard.
Too fast went
the time
As Aragorn took charge.
“Give them a moment!” Boromir snapped.
But there was dangerous orcs at large.
Their course was set for Lothlorien
The
beautiful elven haven.
That’s what
Gandalf had said,
That’s where Aragorn
would take them.
Traveling in their sorrow,
They soon
reached the Golden Wood.
Unaware of being
observed,
Silent from where they
stood.
Unexpectedly the group did find
Themselves
at the business ends
Of the skillfully
pointed arrows
Of the guards of
Lothlorien.
“You cannot go back”
a voice softly
warned them.
Belonging to Haldir the
Marchwarden of Lorien.
“We must go back”
Gimli said, panic in
his voice.
But the elves took them
forward
The companions had no
choice.
They were taken through the Golden Wood
And
up the trees that tower.
Where Celeborn and
Galadriel stood,
The might of elven
power.
There counsel was held.
And all to know was
learned.
Then Galadriel bid them
sleep,
A rest they all had
earned.
Exhaustedly they laid their camp,
As
Mithrandir’s death was mourned.
Sam
awkwardly stood erect.
A poem had he to
bore.
“The finest rockets ever seen,
They burst
in stars of blue and green.
Right after
thunder, silver showers,
Falling like a
rain of flowers.”
Time passed slowly
For one who did not
sleep.
Frodo
Baggins lay
there restless,
When he heard the sound of
feet.
Quietly
he followed her,
The Lady into a dell.
And there erect and proud,
Stood the mirror
of Galadriel.
There she showed the hobbit
What was in the
mirror.
To his awe and horror,
Frodo became a seer.
Dreadful things he saw in there,
Races
doomed to die.
Suddenly the image
blackened,
And then there was the
Eye.
Frightenly he clutched the ring
And tore
himself away.
Death would come on swift
wings
Were he to obey.
Gasping for a breath,
He offered her the
ring.
To free himself of burden
In which the ring to bring.
Though desire in her heart
Forced her to
the test,
She will remain Galadriel
And sail into the West.
Alas the time drew near
To leave the elven
haven.
Hurriedly they packed their
gear
And supplies the elves had gave
them.
Gifts were then bestowed
To each member of
the band.
Elvish boats then set sail,
The time to leave at hand.
Swiftly down the river
The Fellowship did
sail.
But unknown to them,
Gollum
was on their trail.
Far away at
IsengardSaruman’s army made.
“Bring the
Halflings, kill the others”
His evil
command obeyed.
Onward they did charge,
The fighting
Uruk-hai.
Through the woods of Amon
Hen,
The broken Nine close by.
On the banks of Amon Hen,
They rested from
their flight.
Only Legolas could sense
That something was not right.
He earnestly urged them on
But Aragorn
answered nay.
“We cross
the
lake at
nightfall.”
And so they must
delay.
Wandering all alone,
Frodo continued
on.
He was then found by Boromir
And the hold upon him was strong.
He demanded for the ring.
Frodo put up a
fight.
Boromir would use the ring
To aid in Gondor’s might.
He quickly got away
And found again by
Strider.
Frodo offered him the ring,
But he bade him hold it tighter.
He then let Frodo go
As the blade of Sting
went blue.
The fighting then
commenced,
As Frodo turned and
flew.
To
Mordor
he would go,
Alone to finish the
quest.
All though they had been
faithful,
He would have to leave the
rest.
Valiantly they
fought,
The warriors of the Nine.
But Merry and Pippin were taken,
And
Boromir left to die.
In the arms of his king,
He took his final
breath.
Then Boromir Son of Gondor,
Was finally laid to rest.
As Frodo rowed away,
Samwise finally found
him.
And immediately swam after,
To Frodo he was bounded.
“You cannot swim!” Frodo cried
as
Samwise thrashed around.
Water began
enveloping him
And he slowly began to
drown.
Suddenly his hand
was grabbed
From Frodo up above.
He helped him into the boat,
And gazed at
him with love.
Together they would stay
To Mordor they
would go.
His promise Sam would keep.
And they both began to row.
Three companions left
Standing on the
shore.
They dwindled on their failure.
What had it all been for?
They then thought of two
Who had been taken
by the band.
Merry and Pippin would not be
left,
For torture by evil hands.
A pact was made then and there,
To stay
true to each other.
In vain the Fellowship
would not be,
Though it rested on
another.
Quickly they gathered their gear,
And raced
away toward the sun.
The whole of
Middle
Earth before
them,
The hunt for Orcs begun.
And so ends this poem,
That has taken many
hours.
But the quest to destroy the
ring,
Goes on in the Two
Towers.
End.
