Author's note and Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Lord of the Rings…sadly. This is a poem I wrote for my English class last year. I hope you like it! It's rather long, but worth the read. WARNING: I tried to be subtle but it still tells what's going to happen in the later books. Don't read if you don't want to find out!
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Lament for Smeagol/Gollum
By Quickbeam
His eyes forever towards the ground,
The Sun he cursed and forgot,
His padded feet made almost no sound
His mind never without and evil thought.
Away from the world he seemed to be
Until he caught a glimpse of gold
He strangled the finder who none could see
And of the body, he never told.
The Ring was beautiful and bright
But never is a rose without a thorn,
He hid in a place far from sight
And a new identity was born.
But while time passed away,
Something unsuspected came through
A hobbit stumbled in on the brink of day,
And found the Ring before morning dew.
Frightened beyond hope
The hobbit stammered
He had missed his morning smoke,
And of the dark, not enamored.
The cold, dark stranger
Emerged from the deep pool,
Bilbo Baggins was unaware of the danger,
Like the fate that awaited his heir on Amon Sul.
Between the two
Riddles were told
The winner none knew
But the hobbit kept the band of gold.
Bilbo asked what his pockets could lodge,
And his hope of keeping a secret dim
The truth Gollum could no longer dodge,
And Bilbo's knife was the only thing that saved him.
The stranger hissed and screamed
He knew he had been deceived and tricked
The loss of his precious he schemed,
Was soon to be fixed.
Such torment he had never known
He lost his only part of life
Then, things he had never been shown
He left his cave and cursed the knife.
The hobbits footprints hard to trace
And soon and deathly path he found
In Mordor he felt a great disgrace,
To his precious his life was bound.
He was released from pain
And wandered aimlessly in sorrow
But a Ranger found him in rain
And was bitter like there was no tomorrow.
The Elves of Mirkwood
Watched over his guard
The Elves were nicer than they should
And this task proved to be quite hard.
The Orcs he soon befriended
And an evil scheme formed;
The elves could not have defended
And of Gollum they scorned.
His path led him towards the Shire
But he was lost inside the mines
And so to find his true desire,
He waited and on flesh he dined.
But fate would lead another there,
In a fellowship with a company;
And Gollum could do nothing but stare
For a hobbit was the other somebody.
Enchanted beyond wonder
Gollum followed his prey
A way out was found asunder
But nothing did he hate more than the light of day.
Disguised as a floating log
He subtly waited for the groups return
But his bright, hating eyes through the fog,
Above his disguise showed how his heart yearned.
But soon he discovered the truth
The hobbit was not his pursuer
But after a bit of sleuth,
His precious and its "master" he lured.
Two of the fellowship
Left on a dark path that was scorned
The enemy's ring was to be slipped
Into Orodruin were it was formed.
The hobbit, Frodo, was Bilbo's heir
But he too carried the Enemy's Ring
His faithful servant Samwise did care
But of the fellowship none now sing.
On a dark path to the mountain,
The two hobbits found their "devotee"
And although they found no fountain
A new plan did they see.
Frodo exposed the return of the knife
But he knew that Gollum was doomed
His begged of him no strife
The tactic threat above him loomed.
With the "master" of the precious Gollum went
A guide with other means
Through the Dead Marshes he sent
But Sam still thought him a fiend.
Gollum's heart was broken in two
Slinker wanted his precious back
Stinker to bring them to She, non knew who,
And so never a debate did they lack.
To Mordor he brought them as they dozed
Not knowing what they planned to do
But, with the Black Gate closed
To Cirith Ungol he brought them too.
Shelob was ever awaiting prey
And that Gollum knew
Frodo would never again see the light of day
If Gollum's plan proved true
But Sam he forgot
And the hobbit was very brave
His precious Gollum never got
Sam's master was nearly saved
Cursing the world
Gollum followed in vain
But the Enemy's power was unfurled
And poor Frodo no longer sane
At the top of Mount Doom,
Frodo declared the Ring his own
But the end of his reign came none to soon
For Gollum's fate was already sown.
Although he could not see him,
Gollum screamed out in anger
His strength no longer just a whim
They fought on the edge of danger
But his teeth did not what they ought
For even the wisest could not tell
His greed took over his thought
And into the deep fire he fell
With him went the end of man
His precious gone from sight
Then the sign that doom was a hand
Fell with his master's finger held on tight
Hope was brought to those who fear
For the Enemy had died
But his that he held so dear
Even against the fire could not have defied.