Aloha! I recently got into poetry, so I decided to give this a try.
PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE tell me if you think this is absolute rubbish! R&R
PLEASE!
He was the first to know of the Fellow Ships deed. The one who joined them for the Ring-bearers need.
He was the elf, with the eyes of a hawk, With his bow and his arrows, he could shoot down an orc.
He was the one, the smartest of them all. With his hat and his staff, he was the first one to fall.
He was the one the ring caught his eye. He protected the hobbits, and was willing to die.
He was the one, who knew where to go. Over the river they went and who's height was low.
He was the one, the king of all men. Whose descendant took the ring and would fight to the end.
He was the one, who looked like a child to our eye. Who the elves gave a dagger, and who saw the man die.
He was the one, who was rude and unfairing. But under the beard and the axe, he was actually quite caring.
Now he was the one, who was the bravest and most courageous of them all. He was the ring-bearer of the fellow ship and he wasn't that tall.
Three rings for the Elven-kings under the sky. Seven for the Dwarf-Lords in their halls of stone. Nine for mortal men, doomed to die. One for the Dark Lord, on his dark throne. In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
She was the one, who stole the King's heart. But the Elves left Middle-Earth, and they had to part.
He was the one, who died in the fight. He guarded Lo'rien, home to the Lady of Light.
He was the one, brother of the lost man. He wanted to steal the ring; at least that was his plan.
She was the one, all fell under her spell. An Elf-witch with a mirror, and the unknown things it could tell.
He was the one, a traitor to all. A wizard of dark magic, and a Lord to all.
He was the one, a hobbit at first. His precious turned him evil, and now blood is his thirst.
She was the one, who fell for the King. He loved an Elf- Princess, but the mortal maiden loved him.
He was the one, a hobbit with greed. He stole the ring from a creature, without any need.
He was the one, a Dark Lord to all. He was the creator of the Ring, but has not yet to fall.
One Ring to rule them all, one ring to find them. One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them. In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
He was the first to know of the Fellow Ships deed. The one who joined them for the Ring-bearers need.
He was the elf, with the eyes of a hawk, With his bow and his arrows, he could shoot down an orc.
He was the one, the smartest of them all. With his hat and his staff, he was the first one to fall.
He was the one the ring caught his eye. He protected the hobbits, and was willing to die.
He was the one, who knew where to go. Over the river they went and who's height was low.
He was the one, the king of all men. Whose descendant took the ring and would fight to the end.
He was the one, who looked like a child to our eye. Who the elves gave a dagger, and who saw the man die.
He was the one, who was rude and unfairing. But under the beard and the axe, he was actually quite caring.
Now he was the one, who was the bravest and most courageous of them all. He was the ring-bearer of the fellow ship and he wasn't that tall.
Three rings for the Elven-kings under the sky. Seven for the Dwarf-Lords in their halls of stone. Nine for mortal men, doomed to die. One for the Dark Lord, on his dark throne. In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
She was the one, who stole the King's heart. But the Elves left Middle-Earth, and they had to part.
He was the one, who died in the fight. He guarded Lo'rien, home to the Lady of Light.
He was the one, brother of the lost man. He wanted to steal the ring; at least that was his plan.
She was the one, all fell under her spell. An Elf-witch with a mirror, and the unknown things it could tell.
He was the one, a traitor to all. A wizard of dark magic, and a Lord to all.
He was the one, a hobbit at first. His precious turned him evil, and now blood is his thirst.
She was the one, who fell for the King. He loved an Elf- Princess, but the mortal maiden loved him.
He was the one, a hobbit with greed. He stole the ring from a creature, without any need.
He was the one, a Dark Lord to all. He was the creator of the Ring, but has not yet to fall.
One Ring to rule them all, one ring to find them. One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them. In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.