Friends To the End
Ok, so I wrote this poem last year and decided to make it my first post…because I thought that it was my only post-worthy piece of work. It's a really lame poem…with a really lame title…sorry. I based the characters on Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli from Lord of the Rings, but their names are not mentioned.
Rating: Soooooooooooooooooo K. Maybe K+...
Pairings: none whatsoever
Warnings: none, just beware the fluffy ending.
Disclaimer: I own it not…it all goes to Tolkien…I think… (although, since I don't mention any names, maybe I do own?? Ne?)...I own the dragon! HA!
So, yes. Onto the poem…
A long time ago,
In a land far away,
Lived three best friends,
Who had a bad day.
The man, the elf, and the dwarf
Had a quarrel,
'Mid the bright shades of holly
And the soft hues of laurel.
Then they heard of a dragon,
The very next day;
It lived in a cave,
Not too far away.
They traveled to fight it,
Marching all night and day-
For there was a dragon
That they had to slay.
The elf and the man
Were making amends,
But the dwarf was still angry
At both of his friends.
Upon reaching the cave,
The dragon was tough;
They fought hard as they could,
But it wasn't enough.
The dragon burned up the man,
And it ate up the elf,
So the poor little dwarf
Was left all by himself.
He ran and he ran,
'Till safely away;
Then he slept through the night,
And awoke the next day.
The sunrise was red,
Which meant blood had been shed;
And then the dwarf wept-
He knew both friends were dead.
He began trudging home,
When he stopped at a sight-
There were two sleeping figures,
Just off to the right.
It was the man and the elf!
They weren't dead at all!
The dwarf ran and woke them,
And questioned their fall.
"Why aren't you dead?"
Asked the dwarf of the elf;
"The dragon shouldn't have eaten me,
I killed it myself."
"When he swallowed me up,
My twin blades I drew;
Then I cut my way out,
And the dragon I slew!"
"Why didn't you die?"
Asked the dwarf of the man;
"I ducked when he spewed-
So he just singed my hand."
"I'm not badly burned,
For that great, ugly stoat
Could not blow out much flame
With an elf in his throat!"
Then the trio went off,
Going home with great joy;
They all made amends-
A friendship none could destroy.
There's a lesson to learn-
Don't go angry to bed;
For when you awaken,
You know not what's ahead
Make amends with your friends
It will save you much sorrow:
You'll have nothing to fear,
You can smile on the morrow.
A/N: HA! My poem has a moral!!! Anyways, please review (constructive criticism feeds my muse!) And if you see any really big mistakes (or small ones, I'm a perfectionist) please point them out so I can fix 'em!