Disclaimer – Lord of the Rings is owned by J.R.R. Tolkien, his family, New Line cinema, etc . I have written this (ahem) 'ode' purely for my own enjoyment.
Credit to www dot tuckborough dot net( a truly excellent site).
This is my first attempt at a poem - so don't get too excited. It's not a Rabbie Burns' masterpiece by any means and I have no idea about proper poetic form etc.
That said, I hope you enjoy it regardless.
His dear, beloved Hobbit Elf
.
Gaffer Gamgee had the finest son
A steady lad, who friendship won
From Frodo Baggins from Bag End
For there the gardens he did tend
.
Sam was the faithful gardener's name
He sought not glory, wealth or fame
To 'see his Mr Frodo right'
Was all he wished for day and night
.
When Gandalf called one Summer's day
To send his Mr Frodo away
On adventures to some foreign land
Sam knew with Frodo he must stand
.
He'd leave the Shire to keep him safe
No harm would befall the slender waif
Whose spirit shone so bright and free
With Light that faithful Sam could see
.
For he would not trust any other
To truly care for his heart's brother
Or see to it he ate his fill
This incognito Underhill
.
With Pip and Merry off they set
But far the foursome did not get
Before Black Riders came to call
Evil, dark and foul and tall!
.
The gardener knew the very thing
These creatures sought was Frodo's Ring
For It drove all who held It mad
With lust for power that must be had
.
And his beloved Frodo bore
The evil thing for which all four
Were now pursued o'er land and field
To Bree! To safety! his mind appealed
.
In Bree the Riders they did flee
But Sam despaired the sight to see
Of Frodo clutching at the Ring
Holding fast that cursed thing!
.
It made his Master disappear
Filled his thoughts with dread and fear
Would it consume his good friend's heart?
With greed and hate? Tear them apart?
.
For his Frodo, it was plain to see
Was not the hobbit he used to be
Often grasping at the Ring
Oh how Sam hated that dreadful thing!
.
And now a ranger did approach
His Master's company he did encroach
This grey-eyed stranger did declare
Himself to be Isildur's heir
.
The others may think it very well
To follow this ranger to Rivendell
But his trust would not be easily bought
By a broken sword and a wistful thought
.
They travelled far, to Weathertop
Where one night all the five did stop
But much to our dear Sam's despair
The Ringwraiths found his Frodo there!
.
His Master in his terrible fright
Put on the Ring, vanished from sight!
And the Witchking stabbed the empty air
His Morgul Blade found Frodo there
.
A piercing cry rent through the night
The gardener heard his Master's fright
That wicked blade had found its mark
His Frodo's world may soon turn dark!
.
Then Strider gave an angry cry
His fury at the Riders high
With sword and flame he made them pay
His anger drove the beasts away
.
But oh! Sam's Frodo was not well!
They must make fast for Rivendell
His brother was so pale and cold
The Shadow had him in its hold!
.
He could not fade, it could not be
That Shadow destroy such purity
The gardener would not let it be!
He'd fight to set his Frodo free
.
For many days the five ran fast
Bill the Pony trailing last
The Wraiths once more their scent had found
And followed them o'er stream and ground
.
Sam's Frodo was now fading fast
His dear heart's brother could not last
All his tender ministrations
Could not halt the Shadow's invasions
.
But just as hope seemed to depart
There came a sight to lighten heart
Glorfindel! Fair, bright and tall
Brought welcome comfort to them all
.
The Elf saw Frodo was in need
And set him on his trusty steed
Asfaloth - brave, swift and true
Knew just what he had to do
.
The steed raced fast to Rivendell
Where Elves could tend his Master well
The Wraiths pursued the noble steed
And to Bruinen paid no heed
.
As Sam watched all the Riders fight
The angry River's terrible might
He knew though they were swept away
They'd live to see another day
.
But for now his brother was on the mend
Lord Elrond did his wound attend
Removed the evil shard of blade
His master lived and Samwise prayed
.
That this would be their journey's end
No more adventures for his friend
He'd take him home to Hobbiton
Where Shire lives would carry on
.
Alas! That this was not to be
For meetings of great company
Were held in Elrond's land so fair
And Master Frodo was taken there
.
The fate of Middle Earth depended
On seeing Sauron's cruel reign ended
To the Shire his Frodo would not return
Until the Ring in fire burned
.
So Sam would follow as he must
For his dear Master had his trust
He would ensure him treated right
No matter what he had to fight
.
His Frodo carried the hopes of all
Destroy the Ring, make Sauron fall
But Sam would carry his friend himself
His dear, beloved Hobbit Elf!