Frodo Goes to Rivendell
Woke this morning, excitement in the air
The party tent is up, our secret plans laid bare
Bilbo, friend and uncle, has seen now many summers
His reputation is full of mystery, and to his party are many comers
I, Frodo of the shire, am at last more than a lad
And of a better day I never have had
The music is going, food aplenty passed 'round
To hearing dear Bilbo's speech, all 144 are bound
But there's something that I think you ought to know
That Bilbo here plans to put on quite a show
He's leaving today, what's done is done
He will go live with the elves (their respect he has won)
He's at the end of his speech, the audience is bored
He suddenly is gone, with a light and noise that struck a high chord
After all the hub-ub is settled, I at last return to my home
Bilbo has gone, Gandalf is here, all alone
He tells me a tale, of the ring Bilbo left for me
Middle Earth is not quiet, and this ring is the key
This frightens me, I ask of him why he lays this on I
He answers that hobbits are hardy folk, slow to give up and die
Now we set out to Rivendell to find out more, first stop in Bree
Our path will be hard, the road long, but with me comes Sam Gamgee
We arrive in Bree, through the Old forest, (there we met Tom Bombadil)
Check in at the Prancing Pony, eat food past our fill
In the corner, a strange and wild man, Strider is his name
After many questions, he is revealed as Gandalf's friend, and actually
quite tame
He is now our friend and guide, he leads us on to Rivendell
His heart is bold, his mind is strong, and thanks to him, all seems well
Then one cold eve, atop bold Weathertop, for the night we laid
The Witchking, Lord of the Nazgul, pierces me with his evil blade
I slash his cloak, Strider chases him away with fire
But in my wound is stuck a shard of metal, thin as wire
Now we race onward, for Strider fears that without healing, near is my end
Then unlooked for, riding upon a shining white steed, Glorfindel, a welcome
friend
After a few days trek, the Nazgul overtake us, and I'm forced to mount the
elf-horse
Glorfindel says to the horse Noro Lim, Noro Lim, and we speed off on our
course
The Horse runs as if on wings, overtaking the foremost riders
Then, with a burst of strength he crosses the ford, leaving behind the
riders
They attempt crossing, but the river swells with waves like white horses,
and they are drowned
With this sudden exertion I fall off the horse, it seems to this evil fate
I am bound
Later, I wake, having slept 4 days on end
Soon Elrond's council I am to attend
I wake, having forgotten old, dear friends
Gandalf and wonderful Bilbo, they tell me I'm on the mends
At the council I bring out the accursed ring
That I have risked so very much to bring
Elrond tells more of it's past
Of the last time into the fire it should have been cast
He wants me to set out, sooner than late
Destroy the ring, turn Arda's fate
Of my Adventures, more is told in the librarys of kings
The tale is called, commonly, The Lord of the Rings
Woke this morning, excitement in the air
The party tent is up, our secret plans laid bare
Bilbo, friend and uncle, has seen now many summers
His reputation is full of mystery, and to his party are many comers
I, Frodo of the shire, am at last more than a lad
And of a better day I never have had
The music is going, food aplenty passed 'round
To hearing dear Bilbo's speech, all 144 are bound
But there's something that I think you ought to know
That Bilbo here plans to put on quite a show
He's leaving today, what's done is done
He will go live with the elves (their respect he has won)
He's at the end of his speech, the audience is bored
He suddenly is gone, with a light and noise that struck a high chord
After all the hub-ub is settled, I at last return to my home
Bilbo has gone, Gandalf is here, all alone
He tells me a tale, of the ring Bilbo left for me
Middle Earth is not quiet, and this ring is the key
This frightens me, I ask of him why he lays this on I
He answers that hobbits are hardy folk, slow to give up and die
Now we set out to Rivendell to find out more, first stop in Bree
Our path will be hard, the road long, but with me comes Sam Gamgee
We arrive in Bree, through the Old forest, (there we met Tom Bombadil)
Check in at the Prancing Pony, eat food past our fill
In the corner, a strange and wild man, Strider is his name
After many questions, he is revealed as Gandalf's friend, and actually
quite tame
He is now our friend and guide, he leads us on to Rivendell
His heart is bold, his mind is strong, and thanks to him, all seems well
Then one cold eve, atop bold Weathertop, for the night we laid
The Witchking, Lord of the Nazgul, pierces me with his evil blade
I slash his cloak, Strider chases him away with fire
But in my wound is stuck a shard of metal, thin as wire
Now we race onward, for Strider fears that without healing, near is my end
Then unlooked for, riding upon a shining white steed, Glorfindel, a welcome
friend
After a few days trek, the Nazgul overtake us, and I'm forced to mount the
elf-horse
Glorfindel says to the horse Noro Lim, Noro Lim, and we speed off on our
course
The Horse runs as if on wings, overtaking the foremost riders
Then, with a burst of strength he crosses the ford, leaving behind the
riders
They attempt crossing, but the river swells with waves like white horses,
and they are drowned
With this sudden exertion I fall off the horse, it seems to this evil fate
I am bound
Later, I wake, having slept 4 days on end
Soon Elrond's council I am to attend
I wake, having forgotten old, dear friends
Gandalf and wonderful Bilbo, they tell me I'm on the mends
At the council I bring out the accursed ring
That I have risked so very much to bring
Elrond tells more of it's past
Of the last time into the fire it should have been cast
He wants me to set out, sooner than late
Destroy the ring, turn Arda's fate
Of my Adventures, more is told in the librarys of kings
The tale is called, commonly, The Lord of the Rings