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Author's Notes: You've all seen it: The Council of Elrond. The Fellowship is formed. And Figwit watching from the back with a look on his face that says 'I'm surrounded by idiots…' Obviously, he's none too impressed with the goings-on…
The (Fellow)Ship of Fools
Aka From Figwit's Eyes
Nine companions on an impossible quest
Each selected for the thing he does best
Be it swinging an axe, or a sword like the rest
To say 'motley' is rather polite
There are a few Men (actually, only two)
Some Hobbits who don't know what to do
An Elf, and a Dwarf, and a wise Wizard too
One must ask if they're feeling all right
For this band of nine courageous crusaders
(Some of which don't know swordplay from taters)
Might as well face a whole fleet of Darth Vaders
The odds are that sadly slim
At the head of the Quest is that poor old fellow
Once a wizard so wise, now I fear he's gone mellow
For to join in this folly, one's brain must be Jell-o!
And so I feel sorry for him
The lost King of Men comes along on the team
Though that greasy hair might give you reason to scream
He sings like an Elf, and walks in a dream
Let's hope he remembers his sword
And then comes the 'Son of Gondor'; he's the best
At least, that's what he says when put to the test
But any with eyes can see that he's obsessed
Perhaps he expects a reward?
At last here's some eye candy; here comes an Elf
Looks like he's fresh from the 'prettiness shelf'
I'll just pray that he cares for more than just himself
Or perhaps that's the one thing he lacks
Now to kick up the tempo of team animosity
Here comes a freaky and hairy monstrosity
A Dwarf whose brain has a piddling velocity
Let's hope he makes up with his axe
Here's come the kicker; a kid gets the Ring!
Okay, he's a Hobbit, but it's still the same thing
Not the kind of hero of whom harpers sing
I've seen Dwarflings bigger than that
Another one, too? Although this one looks kind
Like the friendly little fellow one might hope to find
But to do this, he must be out of his mind
But he's attached to the Ring-bearing rat
Two more Hobbits come; this is getting insane
'The Quest of the Midgets' should be this things' name
They're useless and tiny, that much is quite plain
The choice of companions is poor
Of course, Elrond sees this as an act of nobility
Watching it all from a mask of tranquility
Although now that I look, it seems more like senility
The old guy has lost it for sure
They pose like they're the last hope on earth
How dare they assume that they have that much worth
As the rest of the Council chatters with mirth
I rub my aching forehead
Now they're all going round and shaking hands
And in my mind, I sketch out some plans
For a one-way ticket to the Undying Lands
Before things get too horrid
Rather sad that they'd choose such a ragtag bunch
Based on a wizened old Wizard's hunch
But they'll all be consumed for the Dark Lord's lunch
I guess that's how things have to be
It could've been better, but now it's a mess
The whole world will crash on this ill-fated Quest
But if they had wanted an instant success
They should have hired me!
~ The End
