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Title: A Series of Poetry for the "Lord of the Rings" (#1539)
Author: SecretKeeper
Chapters: 4

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Archive: Tolkien
Category: Bombadil's Corner
Description: Basically poetry based on chapters from the book "The Lord of the Rings" and a different point of view per poem. Hopefully you like it! "Story" idea comes from a thread called "GAH!" concernng such things. Supposed to be a 'musical' but this works best.
Published: 23 Jan 2005
Updated: 02 Mar 2005
Warnings:
Type: General
Characters: Fellowship; Other principle characters from "War


Chapter 1 - Pre-party, a young Hobbit's View

They say a party will happen soon.
It will last late in the night to half past noon.
I can see from this hill many strange things that
I cannot sit still.

Over by the big tree,
A sign that is big, bright and merry.
The words say Happy Birthday!
I wish that the party were today.

There are tents everywhere.
I hope the party will come so I don’t have to share.
The spot I sit upon is crowded with other hobbit boys and girls.
There’s so many of them, it makes my head dizzy and twirls.

I race towards the trees to get a better look
However, the others follow me especially Bella Took.
I yell aloud for them to leave me alone
Until Bella screamed Gandalf and they were all gone!

This time I followed them with awe
I could not believe the Grey Wizard I saw.
He smiled gaily with Mr. Frodo Baggins by his side.
We called for fireworks, when he gave none, our smiles died.

Then with a BANG and a great yelp,
We saw that Gandalf was willing to help.
He wiped the frowns from our faces
Creating a small show that whizzed and blazed.

I rush home to tell my ma what happened today
She stands by the oven nodding my way.
Mr. Bilbo Baggins asked her to cook some party food,
He said that she was special and cooked very good.

So we ate our dinner and talked late into the night.
I told her that tomorrow would have many happy sights.
She sent me off to bed kissing my head.
Tomorrow would be Mr. Baggins Birthday, she said.

I had better get some sleep or I might not stay up late.
I didn’t want to go to dreamland yet for I just couldn’t wait!
Fireworks, food, dancing and presents to share!
Tomorrow would be the best day ever, what would I wear?


Chapter 2 - Bilbo

More carts are rolling up the hill
And I'm sure there are more.
Even as I'm writing my will,
Someone's at the door.

Can a hobbit get his rest?
I'm sure they'd understand,
If they were a hobbit
With this burden in their hands.

I talked to my friend the wizard,
just the other day
I told him the frightening truth
Of why I must away.

"I feel so old, like butter over bread.
Thin and stretched for so many years,
I know that this feeling is not right.
Please bear in mind, I need a change
Or something to ease the time.
I wish to visit the mountains vast,
Before finding sweet, restful peace."


Chapter 3 - The Second Disappearance of Bilbo Baggins

A long time ago,
Perhaps fifty years or more
Bilbo Baggins was fifty
And lived comfortably in his hobbit hole.
He never looked for adventures,
But some say that trouble found him when;
"Knock! Knock!" went the door.

Gandalf the Gray visited him
One day unexpectedly.
Asked him to come along
On a wonderous journey.
Bilbo left his home the Shire,
To see the world.
"I'll be back, wait and see!" said he.

Come back he did
Rumored to have bags full of gold.
No one knew how true this was,
And many wanted to find out.
His journey was mysterious and talked about often,
Odd to the old Hobbit Folk for their kind to go out with the 'Big Folk'.
"Tis strange, unnatural!" said they.

Years have passed
And a party was thrown when
Bilbo turned eleventy-one
Everything went off
Without A Stitch.
Fun, games were everywhere.
"How wonderful!" cheered those that came.

Hobbit lads and lasses
Watched Gandalf with awe
When he came back to the Shire
Creating fireworks that
Crackled, sparkled and danced.
Though he was old, stooped and tall.
"More dragons and colours!" Asked they.

Many more were sitting down
With a tankard of ale
And a plate of good food.
They were all happy
Some were dancing and playing,
Surely the night was pleasant and young.
"More songs! More Ale! More Fun!" called they.

Everything began unwinding
As Bilbo stood to make his speech.
He spoke with great reverence and respect
To his close fellows.
To the rest he spoke with irony and amusement.
Calling some friends while stating his dilike for others.
"Happy Birthday!" though their cheers were uneasy.

His talk was short
And he thanked them all.
He said something unusual,
Turns out that it was farewell.
Before there was a flash,
A bang, a poof, a shock!
"He's gone! Bilbo Baggins is gone!" gasped they.

Many years later
Long after his death.
Bilbo Baggins was legend,
Among the old, wise and small.
He became a hero,
Seen as a madman, a crazy hobbit, a myth.
"He took his gold. He's gone." whispered they.

No one knew of plans
That had been made.
They never thought
He'd decieve them so.
For Biolbo Baggins
Had gone from sight once more and forever.
"T'was the ring. The ring in his pocket." said those who knew.


Chapter 4 - Frodo

The night is young and here I go about
Fixing what I could after Bilbo's vanishme,nt

Oh dear, by and by comes Gandalf the Grey
"A ring? Oh, yes good Bilbo's ring.
The one he had found when faced by Gollum.
Hide it! Well, that's a strange request..."

I do so with great caution wondering what is wrong
For Gandalf looks so pale and frightened.
I ask him how fares he and he shakes his head
"Nothing is wrong now go and sleep."

I wake up, morning has come,
I see all the work that has to be done.

Today starts out rather busily with Bilbo's final orders
To have certain hobbits have gifts bestowed upon them
First there goes a few maps to good Sam Gamgee
And a few other tools to the old Gaffer

There goes a set of silver spoons
To those Sackville-Bagginses that he spurns
Dear Lobeila will hate him so
Bag End will go to me and never her

I sit down by and by with Merry keeping things going
He knows how tired am I, hmm...sweet tea with honey

Ai! Another rascal has come in
Uninvited and unawares that this good hobbit hole
Is not to be raided for jewels and gold
"Shoo and away with you there's no treasure here!"

I sigh and rest my feet at last.
My good friends by my side to keep me company.

"Let's have some ale at the Green Dragon."
Ai, let us have some ale and a hearty meal
For this final frenzy has gotten me worn out to the core
"Yes come let us walk the rest of the way to the tavern."
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