Title: The Poem
Author: T'Karish
Disclaimer: I don't own Frodo or Sam. I do own the poem.
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Frodo was reading a book in his favorite tree by the garden when he heard something. Looking down, he saw Samwise Gamgee. Sam was clutching something in his hands, and patiently waiting for Frodo to come down. Frodo put the book down and jumped out of the tree. Sam's eyes opened wide when Frodo jumped from what seemed like such a high place.
"What have you got there, Sam?" Frodo asked the little gardener.
"It's a poem," Sam answered. He held it out for Frodo to see.
Frodo read,
"They say the Elves are fairest, Wise, old and tall. But Hobbits, I say, are the best, Gard'ner, master, and all!
The Men, they say, are proudest; With big, strong walls. I say Hobbits beat all the rest, Gard'ner, master, and all!
The Dwarves, I've heard, mine for jewels, In dark, deep halls. But Hobbits mine for different things, Gard'ner, master, and all! "
"Did you write this, Sam?" Frodo asked the child.
Sam beamed up at him and said, "Mr. Bilbo wrote it down. He said I "dicataterd" it to him." He frowned, not liking the sound of the word. "Dicatated. Dacataterd." Frowning, he tried to work out the word.
"Dictated," Frodo finished for him. Sam grinned up at him.
"Was it like Mr. Bilbo's poems?" Sam asked.
Frodo started to say something, then thought better of it. "Better. It's by you."
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Author: T'Karish
Disclaimer: I don't own Frodo or Sam. I do own the poem.
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Frodo was reading a book in his favorite tree by the garden when he heard something. Looking down, he saw Samwise Gamgee. Sam was clutching something in his hands, and patiently waiting for Frodo to come down. Frodo put the book down and jumped out of the tree. Sam's eyes opened wide when Frodo jumped from what seemed like such a high place.
"What have you got there, Sam?" Frodo asked the little gardener.
"It's a poem," Sam answered. He held it out for Frodo to see.
Frodo read,
"They say the Elves are fairest, Wise, old and tall. But Hobbits, I say, are the best, Gard'ner, master, and all!
The Men, they say, are proudest; With big, strong walls. I say Hobbits beat all the rest, Gard'ner, master, and all!
The Dwarves, I've heard, mine for jewels, In dark, deep halls. But Hobbits mine for different things, Gard'ner, master, and all! "
"Did you write this, Sam?" Frodo asked the child.
Sam beamed up at him and said, "Mr. Bilbo wrote it down. He said I "dicataterd" it to him." He frowned, not liking the sound of the word. "Dicatated. Dacataterd." Frowning, he tried to work out the word.
"Dictated," Frodo finished for him. Sam grinned up at him.
"Was it like Mr. Bilbo's poems?" Sam asked.
Frodo started to say something, then thought better of it. "Better. It's by you."
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