Disclaimer: I do not own any part of The Lord of the
Rings/Hobbit I'm simply writing this for my own pleasure. ^^
Authors Note: This actually has little to do with Lord of
the Rings, really, or the Hobbit for that matter. Just, some thoughts on what
Bilbo Baggins thought when he had to give his ring to Gandalf/Frodo. This poem
is very…abstract as well, I might say. ^^'
~*Lixia
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My Precious!
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My precious!
My precious!
The ring is my precious!
To forget it, is a sin,
For it has done much for me.
Through thick and thin,
It's been my aid.
My army when I needed defending,
My shield when I was being attacked,
My friend when I had none to help me,
My lifesaver when I came near death.
This ring, low and behold,
This ring I hold,
Such a precious ring you are,
A new life it brings,
It brings to me
Invisibility.
Though it is uncontrollable,
It is still my precious,
Never shall I give it to you,
No!
You mustn't take it away.
I know its wrong,
To keep power such as this,
But I can handle it,
I can!
No, no, you're right.
For this is wrong,
Goodbye my precious,
I shall be back,
Please keep it safe,
Please watch it,
Do not use it as I did,
It can be evil,
Leave it on the mantelpiece, say you?
Yes, yes,
Be off I must!
Farewell my precious,
No wait, ring,
Farewell ring,
You shan't bother me
With your problems.
Goodbye!
Goodbye!
