Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings. yeah.
Foreword: I had some time to kill tonight, so I though, OH! Lets write some
poetry!
.gaaaah I need a new life.
Fellowship:
Nine there were set out from Rivendell
Of races unlike
In spirit
In face
In name.
Yet bonds form
In most unlikely places
But betrayal runs rapid
In the blood of weak warriors.
Hearken and hear it-
The call of the raven
As that fellowship
Divides.
And is broken.

A/N: Okey dokey. That was a sad attempt at poetry, but I think it works.