Masters of horses

In this fair land.

Brave men of Rohan

With guiding hand.

Riding one night

These horse lords met

A foul orc band

Who were just set

To run for the Dark

Flee from the sun.

But these riders caught them

And found it was fun.

They liked killing orcs

Cause they knew they were bad,

But when it was over

None of them had

Noticed among them

Lost and alone

Two halfling lads now

Gone on their own.

Away rode Rohirrim

Done with their deed,

Looking no more,

Paying no heed.

But far in the fields

Three strangers they saw

Strider the ranger

Taller than tall.

Legolas Greenleaf

Gimli of much hair

These riders thought

Quite an odd pair.

So Strider hailed them

With weary look,

"Have you seen our Merry

And Peregrin Took?"

"They were taken from us."

The other two sighed.

"We saw only orcs,

No more did we spy."

The Travelers were crestfallen,

Legolas wanted to pout.

But they didn't give up,

And searched to find out.