Poems

The Ballad Of Frodo

Frodo was a Hobbit he liked to dance and sing and one day Bilbo came to him and left him with a ring!

And the ring he didn’t like it and it gave him quite a fright as Bilbo went off running in to darkened night!

And then Frodo met with Gandalf who told him crazy things, he told him about Sauron and the story of the rings!

After all these  tales of battles and such he did tell, so he went somewhere safe to the elves Rivendell.

And many races met with council and talked of the ring, we must take and destroy this tiny golden thing!

So Frodo did offer to take the ring Bilbo had worn then they all drew together, a fellowship born.

So Hobbits, an Elf, a Wizard, two men and a Dwarf set on their journey away to the North.

Away to the North and away to the south, just remember the words from the old Wizards mouth.

DO NOT wear the ring for it turns on you quick, leaving you angry and mad then feeling quite sick!

In the end they split and had their own quest to do, a fellowship large, now leaving only two.

Frodo and Sam were the only two here, the ring with its power leaving Frodo feeling quite queer.

So on they walked getting lost and feeling all solemn, until they bumped in to the old Hobbit Gollum.

Now Gollum was here just for the ring that he stole,  the only thing that would get him out of his old dirty hole.

So Gollum was guide but he wanted them lifeless but still he led them for the ring considered priceless.

He led them high and low the sneaky insider and betrayed them both to Shelob the Spider!

The Spider would eat them both with teeth and her sting, then Gollum could claim the shiny gold ring.

But in the end Sam and Frodo with light on their side, continued the journey refusing to hide!

They reached the mountain by name of the doom, and in they both entered into fiery rock womb!

So in the ring must go, they dare not linger, but Gollum came back and bit off Frodo’s finger!

But Gollum suffered and quite deserved some felt when he fell in the fire and the ring it did melt.

So the ring it had gone no longer now worn and the Eagles bore Sam and Frodo back home.

Now some of you think this is the end, but it isn’t the Hobbits went back to Hobbition and Bag End.

But the Hobbits were not done yet another battle to fight against Saruman and Wormtongue into the night!

Saruman had take the Hobbits as slaves and wanted to see them all in shallow cold graves!

But no chance of that because the Hobbits had grown, they wouldn’t let Sharky destroy their quaint homes!

So with Wizard destroyed and Wormtongue gone too, they enjoyed a merry pint or two.

After all the dust settled, they had all done their best, off Frodo sailed out in to the west.

Now it has finished but is this the end? With imagination and stories I doubt it my friend!

Drako The Dwarf

This is a Poem I wrote back in my Role Playing days when my friends Dwarf died we kind of had a Gimli/Legolas thing going on so I wrote this and we sang it in game, purely for XP’s you understand. Hope you like.

Lothario the Bard was quite impressive, at singing anyway, his Lute playing was not up to much but it is song writing I am after. I have told him the Tale of Drako and the naming of the Sword. He has been paid handsomely (2 gp) but he assures me it will be sang for at least a year from his own lips, during his travel and shows. The song follows.

Not often Friendship between Elf and Dwarf found.
Though usual one tall, the other short and round.
The Mighty Dwarf Drako would swing Battle Mace.
And Smash many a dark Orc across putrid black face.
With Elf Maxamum he would stand in Glory and Fight.
With Orcs and Trolls sent Crashing deep into the night.
But one night like no other an Orc hewed the Dwarf.
My Mighty best friend, from Mountains to the North.

” ALL HAIL DRAKO GLITTERDELVE THE DWARF !
HE HAILED FROM MOUNTAINS TO THE NORTH ! “

We carried him far and high to lay him to rest.
His Helmet drawn down, with Battle Mace upon chest.
The Sorrow showed on us all and how we did weep.
Almost as dark as Moria’s Caverns rushing into the deep.
We carried on slowly, cruel and slow was the walk.
All of our hearts hanging so heavy refusing to talk.
I and weapon survived as well as Hobbit and other.
But not Mighty Drako the Flame haired Dwarf Brother.

” ALL HAIL DRAKO GLITTERDELVE THE DWARF !
HE HAILED FROM MOUNTAINS TO THE NORTH ! “

The name I called you was the Orc Reaver, Dwarf Lord.
This is the name that will be placed upon sharpened Sword.
Reaver Orc’s Bane is now the name of my Steel.
It shall seek many out it will cleave and make Meal.
With Elf memory long and friend never lost or forgotten.
The Red Beard on your face, the rag of your cotton.
So now you have passed the Sword remembers name.
Drako the Mighty Dwarf Lord, Reaver Orc’s Bane.

” ALL HAIL DRAKO GLITTERDELVE THE DWARF !
HE HAILED FROM MOUNTAINS TO THE NORTH ! “

” HAIL, HAIL, HAIL, HAIL, HAIL ! “

A song worthy of a true friend.

The Drinking Song

Hobbits love drinking and they also love grub

But nothing is finer than a pint at the pub.

The pub we prefer is the one thats in Bree

Get a pint for you and get two pints for me!

The pub that we like it packs many a flagon

And you know its name, yes the Green Dragon.

We sing and we dance and sing many a song

Drinking and eating as the night lingers on!

Honey Brew, Butter Beer oh yes there is more

Drinking fine ale to we all end up on the floor!

With Hobbits, Men and sometimes a Dwarf

The drinkers come from as far as the north

Some from the north and some from the south

The beer drinkers sing with ale in their mouth

We sing and we dance and sing many a song

Drinking and eating as the night lingers on!

It is getting late now and everyones drunk

Its easy to tell someones wrestling a skunk!

We sang and we danced drank many a beer

My stomach is turning, I’m feeling quite queer!

It’s getting late now, it’s the end of the night

On my way home in the early morning light!

We sing and we dance and sing many a song

Drinking and eating as the night lingers on!

Gimli and Legolas

Gimli and Legolas when first met did not see eye to eye

Well one is quite short while the other quite high

But height not the reason or the common hating of wealth

Its because Gimli was Dwarf and Legolas an Elf

For these two great races had fought for too many a year

With much distress and distrust, anger and fear

But Gimli and Legolas met, they quested and fought together

In the Fellowship they forged a friendship forever

At first they were hostile and would bicker for no reason

The name calling, shouting, accusations of treason

In Lothlorien it was where the Dwarf Gimli was broken

Not by Axe, Sword or Bow but by words softly spoken

The words were spoken by Galadriel, Queen and an Elf

Gimli started to think of others rather than himself

And Legolas warmed to him and their anger did fade

No stronger sword forged, no stronger bond made

They killed Orc in Battle and would see who killed the most

Just to see who had done more the other would boast

After all said and done it didn’t matter who best

Friends forever they both sailed into the west

They sailed into the Valinor just west never north

The friendship so strong between an Elf and a Dwarf

The only Dwarf to do so, none before no never

Gimli and Legolas friendship forever!

Gandalf

With a great long staff and an even longer Beard

Some say he’s strange, some say he’s weird

With an Elven made blade and a powerful mind

Sometimes quite stern but mostly quite kind

For he is Gandalf the white, the tall Maia and Mage

Cool, calm and collected, never subject to rage

Gandalf was true and just and stuck true to the end

In Middle-earth he had gathered many a friend

With his magical staff and Glamdring by side

Upon Shadowfax the horse he would ride

The Destroyer of Balrogs and the Bringer of Light

The walker of many miles during the night

He gave council to many in their hour of need

To Hobbit and man whilst smoking Pipe Weed

So when reading his stories make sure you remember

Gandalf the white like snow in December

He is the one who holds and keeps our party together

We will not forget you Mithrandir in memory forever.

The Troll Song

Trolls are vile and Trolls are bad

They cause lots of chaos and make you sad

They come in the night and not in the day

They will eat your sheep and steal your hay

They come in twos sometimes a few

If you’re not careful they’ll eat you too

Trolls are vile and you know if they could

Would Smash your Bones and drink your Blood

After the Trolls have eaten your sheep

They go back down to Caverns deep

Because after Trolls have had their fun

They go underground to escape the sun

Cos often you hear Trolls whine and moan

The Sun it turns them into Stone

Trolls are vile and you know if they could

Would Smash your Bones and drink your Blood

While the Sun shines they will stay clear

So in the day theres no need to fear

But its far different when it comes to night

Without protection of morning light

And If a Troll comes at night not day

Hear my words and run away

Trolls are vile and you know if they could

Would Smash your Bones and drink your Blood