He wrote of elves and orcs and men,

Of dwarves and trolls and battles end.

He wrote of leaves in mystic wood,

Of heroes fighting for all things good.

He wrote of songs and lovers lost,

Of mountains peaked with icy frost.

He wrote of magic silmaril,

Of shadows hiding secrets still.

He wrote of the fair Galadriel,

Of how the noble Boromir fell.

He wrote of the wondrous Bombadil,

Of Gollum and other creatures that kill.

He wrote of Eagles in the sky,

Of the way brave men did die.

He wrote the story of Middle-Earth,

How lucky we were, for this man's birth!





God bless you Mr. Tolkien, may you and your Luthien rest in peace.

We are forever in your debt.