The Ringbearer

[elanor]

Frodo, the halfling,
Small and fair.
Surrounded by an elvish air.
He set out on a perilous quest,
With Sam and Gollum as his only guests.
He wished he was back in Elven land,
As Gollum bit the Ring from his hand.
He escaped from Mount Doom's fire.
The fire more fierce than ire.
He recovered in Cormallen,
A field in Ithilien.
He tried to bow before the King,
But King Aragorn let him do no such thing.
Instead Aragorn kneeled before him
Then after that they celebrated until the sky was dim.
He made his way to the Grey Havens,
And parted there with his loyal friend Sam,
And sailed away to the Undying Land.

[Nienna]

No one replied to my poem?!?!
Oh, well. It was dumb any way.
I guess I'll have to make a new one.

The Dragon Riders,
They once ruled the sky!
For thousands of years,
No evil got by.

But misfortune soon struck,
And a traitor arose.
Through his evil methods,
He killed all who opposed.

After all of the riders were gone
He crowned himself king, forever to rule.
Not one dared oppose him.
The Tyrant and Fool.

Until one day.
His son Aravir stood tall!
A bane to his father,
And saviour to all!

Through a long, bloody battle,
And much loss on both sides.
Aravir fought, ever on,
For his father's demise.

And with the help of an elf,
Shurtugal, her name.
They and their dragons,
Brought peace once again.


Yeah, Baby!!!! ;D

[Lord Haldir]

It is a good poem, not one that will go down in history, but a good one all the same.

[Nienna]

Um, Thanx, I think.