The title says it all really, no blood, gore or anything else.
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Fate or chance brought him this thing
Riddles in the dark and vanishing
There and back again with a group of dwarves
Brought him the Dark Lord's One Ruling Ring
The Dark Lord forged it in ancient years
Awakening everyone's worst fears
In Mordor where the Shadows are
Responsible for many tiring tears.
So Frodo was told to destroy it
But feeling just a little hobbit
He hoped that in Elven-Rivendel
They'd find some for the journey better fit.
In the Cracks of Doom it was to be thrown
Orodruin, Mount Doom, from Earth and Bone
In Mordor where the Shadows are
There, the Ring could be destroyed alone.
But Frodo was still in his Shire
And though his uncle he may admire
Who traveled to and fro from mountains
He feared he would not make the fire
A dark journey before his feet
Both brave but a failure would be his deed
If not for his friends to come with him
So a conspiracy they made to meet
Black servants of Mordor haunt them in chase
Hood and cloak make invisible their face
A cry so dreadful that none can endure
Yet being to the Dark Lord but an ace
In queer old woods they meet a willow
Followed by old Tom Bombadillo
River-Daughter Goldberry by side
He counsels them "Bree is where to go".
In Bree, still pursued and very weary
A lot there is to hear and see
All that glitters is not gold
And Strider joins the company
At Weathertop in the midst of night
The company is forced to fight
Black swords give Frodo a dreary wound
And taking over them is fright
In Rivendel it is decided
The hobbits go to Mordor guided
By five companions of different race
Dwarf, men, wizard and elf keen-sighted
The Ring goes South for many sunless days
And in Moria they find a maze
A Balrog means Gandalf's end
Lothlórien now holds their gaze.