A Frodo poem especially for Aria Breuer. :)

To follow dear Bilbo,

To stay in the Shire,

Which of these seems

Like a stronger desire?

He stares at the Ring,

Its writing still clear.

And if he's to bear it,

It cannot stay here.

Gandalf is watching,

With keen and clear vision,

Waiting to hear

A small hobbit's decision.

Frodo is troubled,

He looks at the fire,

Trying to gain courage

To farewell the Shire.

It must be destroyed.

He makes up his mind.

The small seed of courage

In all hobbit-kind

Rises within him.

He covers Ring's glow.

"What must I do, Gandalf?

"Where must I go?"