=My own experience with Lord Of The Rings=
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Chapter 44:
Here on Rye
"What are they saying?" Merry asked Legolas. There were Elves singing all around us, and we were curious what they were saying. The Elves had cleaned our filthy clothing and had allowed us to take baths and get all clean, so now we were resting in the comfort and the safety of the woods. Chi and Ki had taken off, wandering around. Ki wanted to look at it more and the Elves said that it was safe to look around, so they took off. I wanted to bother the Fellowship some more, so I stayed with them. And besides, I wanted to sort through my bag and make sure that I hadn't lost anything. I still had quite a few cans of soup in there and wanted to see when I should use them.
"Yeah, what are they saying? Besides Mithrandir, Mithrandir, I mean." I asked, setting my stuff on the ground. Legolas hadn't been around us too much since we had entered the city, so we were taking the opportunity to ask him finally what it meant.
"It is a lament to Gandalf. I cannot tell you more, for the pain is still too near my heart." Legolas said.
"If you don't tell me now, I'll make you tell me later." I warned him. He ignored me and walked off. "And I was just going to be nice and say that I wouldn't sing anymore. Hmph. Annoying Elf."
Frodo sat, leaning against a tree, smoking his pipe. He had been listening silently as well to the whole thing. Then he spoke, putting his sorrow into words.
"When evening in the Shire was grey
his footsteps on the Hill were heard;
before the dawn he went away
on journey long without a word.
From Wilderland to Western shore,
from northern waste to southern hill,
through dragon-lair and hidden door
and darkling woods he walked at will.
With Dwarf and Hobbit, Elves and Men,
with mortal and immortal folk,
with bird on bough and beast in den,
in their own secret tongues he spoke.
A deadly sword, a healing hand,
a back that bent beneath its load;
a trumpet-voice, a burning brand,
a weary pilgrim on the road.
A lord of wisdom throned he sat,
swift in anger, quick to laugh;
an old man in battered hat
who leaned upon a thorny staff.
He stood upon the bridge alone
and Fire and Shadow both defined;
his staff was broken on the stone,
in Khazad-dum his wisdom died."
"That's really good, Master Frodo." Sam said, admiringly.
"The next part should be about his fireworks." Merry said, "They were something to be remembered."
"There should be a whole verse about them." Pippin said.
"Really? I never had the chance to see them." I said, "So, tell me about them."
"The finest rockets ever seen;
they burst in stars of blue and green,
or after thunder golden showers
came falling like a rain of flowers." Sam said, "Though that doesn't do them near justice."
"Sam dear, you're really good at that." I said, looking up from my bottles and bags of medicine.
"Thank you, but I'm really not that good." He said, embarrassed.
"I want to make up a verse, too! I don't want to be the only one in this chapter that doesn't!" I said, holding the bottle in my hand, thoughtfully.
"With Chi on his arm and Ki by side
His face was kindly, made fear subside
Heed my words, that until I die
Chi was angry, she wished to cry."
"That was lame." Chi said, walking up to me. I stuck my tongue out at her. "It should go something like this:
"My Darling Gandalf,
Why did you die?
Why did you leave me
Here on Rye?
I wanted to jump
Down after you.
I almost did,
They stopped me though."
"Here on Rye?" I laughed, searching for some candy that I had brought, "And you said mine was bad! Yours doesn't even rhyme!"
"Yeah, well, I made it up in a minute. If you gave me longer it would be better." She pouted.
"Sure, sure. Good thing I'm taking poetry in college." I thought for a moment, "I wonder what my grade was in that?"
"I don't know. I'm going to go bother the Dwarf for a while." She waved as she left.
"Say, where did your brother go?" Pippin asked, "We wanted to teach him another game."
"Don't you dare teach my brother to smoke or drink." I said, warningly as I packed my stuff back away, "He went off to explore. I'm going to go bug some Elves until they teach me Elfish."
"Do not annoy Legolas beyond what he can bear." Aragorn said. It looked like he was walking off as well. "We are in dire need of his skills for the Quest."
"Okay, would-be-king." I said, "I'll leave him alone. Maybe." I ran off laughing.
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References? None…. Too much poetry? Not enough? Hee, hee, hee… Rye…. Hey! She came up with it herself! Let me know!
