A poem about the elf Glorfindel, who appears in the Fellowship of the Ring
(only the book though). For those who actually know how Glorfindel killed
the Balrog, forgive me for any mistakes... I made it up after reading
somewhere that he killed a Balrog. Also I am assuming he's the same
Glorfindel. Maybe I should shut up and stop confusing people. Read and
Review. Flamers will be renamed "dwarfs".

A Golden horse of elvish breed,
Beautiful, and made for speed.
Runs all day, and through the night
Until eventually it's journey reaches it's end.
It's rider, an elf with golden hair,
Sits tall looking like a king,
He is one of the elven lords,
The great warrior, Glorfindel.
Upon his back, is an elven bow,
Sword of silver in his hand,
He dismounts his horse
And continues on foot
To the top of the mountain he climes
Running when he can,
There is no time to waste
He has a Balrog to defeat.
Upon the mountain top the Balrog waits
a creature of fire and shadow
It rises to meet the challenge of the elf,
It is not afraid.
But Glorfindel was smart,
He knew what to do,
He attacked the Balrog,
Then ran, but not out of fear.
The Balrog followed,
Angry at the wounds the elf had caused
He let out a growl,
He was determined that the elf would die.
Glorfindel, led the Balrog down the mountain
And straight towards the stream.
The Balrog had no time to stop
And plunged right in
With a sizzle and a lot of smokes,
The Balrogs flames went out.
The smoke finally cleared,
To reveal the Balrog was dead.
And so Glorfindel got back on his horse,
And headed for Rivendell, his home,
There he was proclaimed a hero
And the legend of Glorfindel lives on.