--- It was a normal day like any other, when Wilbur, the enriched english teacher, glared at us from her podium and decreed that we were to write a two-page poem - a two-page, narrative poem. By Wednesday. So, here is my half-assed attempt at telling the story of the Destruction of the Ring. And yes, some things are inaccurate, but Wilbur doesn't know that. ----
The Destruction Of The Ring
One mysterious, noble Ranger;
One Man, brave and headstrong;
An Elf, a trusty friend in danger;
A Wizard, with knowledge never wrong;
A dwarf who wields a sturdy axe,
And four light-footed Hobbits who leave no tracks.
Upon a Quest they must set out
To destroy the threatening ring;
For never was there any doubt
Of the darkness it would bring.
But the evil Sauron was its master,
And the ring longed to return to the caster.
And so the shadowed Ring Wraiths came
To reclaim that ring of gold,
But the council held in Elrond's name
Soon found one so bold
To climb the foreboding Mount of Doom,
And cast the burden into the gloom.
Frodo Baggins was said brave soul,
And the others pledged their aid;
For the journey into Mordor's hold
Would not be easily made.
Eight to help the furry-footed halfling:
The Fellowship of the Ring.
The Caradhras Mountain way was blocked,
But Moria's Mines stood true,
And there the company had fought
With Orcs, and yet the Balrog slew,
Brave Gandalf with his powers great,
While the others ran, still full of hate.
From darkness into forest fair,
They arrived in the elfish wood.
The Lady Galadriel, of Gandalf, was aware.
She gave them gifts and rest to mourn, while the ringbearer stood,
And peered into the seeing mirror
Which foretold futures of great fear.
From Lorien, they traveled West,
Where the riverbanks were split
From friend and foe, and Orc-attack at best.
Attacked they were, and fight they did, but Boromir was hit,
The youngest Hobbits were taken in the fray,
And their captors quickly smuggled them back the other way.
The Fellowship was then no more,
Or so the story goes;
Two other Hobbits left the shore,
While dwarf, and man, and elfish woes
Set out again to find their friends,
And to the Orcs, make their own amends.
Two Hobbits, into Mordor crept,
With one goal on their minds:
To destroy the ring that can't be kept,
Before all Middle Earth it binds.
But the twisted creature Gollum stole behind them in the night.
He longed to take the ring away, and would put up quite a fight.
The Younglings escaped their captors scarred,
And great Gandalf reappeared;
Saruman fell at Isenguard,
When its walls were pierced.
The noble son of Arathorn brought an army of the dead,
And marched them into Gondor's land, never feeling dread.
The dead army of Oathbreakers,
And Rohan's knights as well,
Fought against one evil - none were forsaken.
The Witch King of Ring Wraiths fell,
Against first lights of dawn,
And the Lady of Rohan.
Sam and Frodo met the summit,
When Gollum made his move,
Overleapt, and the ring did plummet -
Gollum too, did it remove.
And Lord Sauron in his castle dark,
Was overcome without a mark.
Aragorn, son of Arathorn, soon became -
As you all should know -
King Elessar of Gondor, his title claimed.
A change did all then undergo,
For over all, peace now reigned,
And no trace of Sauron remained.