The Crossing of the Wargs
by Darth Orthanc
Listen my people and you shall hear,
About Bilbo Baggins' adventure here.
Though most don't remember, though most don't care,
Bilbo's great adventure still lies there.
He awoke one night from a piercing call,
The Wargs had made from their mountains tall.
He leaped from his bed and was out the door,
And leapt onto the pony off on the cold stable floor.
He kicked in the stirrups and started to trot,
And quickly passed through his own lot.
He reached a gallop and drew his sword,
And with that they both crossed the ford.
The Crickets were chirping in the soft moonlight,
For it 'twas midnight when he saw a great light.
He neared closer and the glow was intense,
As Bucklberry burned, he crossed a fence.
The Brandywine frozen he saw from afar,
And a battle was there as violent as the sting of hot tar.
Knowing his steed could not cross the river,
He slipped off the pony and gave a shiver.
That the Wolves had crossed Brandywine at midnight clear,
Was soon all a fear of the townspeople near.
The villagers set fire to the wolves' furry coats,
But farmers instantly went for the boats.
Bilbo slipped on his ring and gave a great yell,
As though a ghost had just then fell.
He slew many a Warg until their retreat,
Fleeing for safety at the Goblins keep.
The battle was won to manys relief,
But the fire burned and which did not retreat.
They cracked the ice and used the water,
Cold as it was it seemed not the slaughter,
The dread of the bright red fire.
It was noon when a call was ever called "YAY!"
For the battle raged all that day.
They held a great feast for the people that fought,
Without really knowing that in their lot,
Bilbo rode starting a trot,
How he arose the townspeople,
Gave a yell, and fought as if a man of Dale.
Remains a legend to this day,
For all those who are willing to say.
by Darth Orthanc
Listen my people and you shall hear,
About Bilbo Baggins' adventure here.
Though most don't remember, though most don't care,
Bilbo's great adventure still lies there.
He awoke one night from a piercing call,
The Wargs had made from their mountains tall.
He leaped from his bed and was out the door,
And leapt onto the pony off on the cold stable floor.
He kicked in the stirrups and started to trot,
And quickly passed through his own lot.
He reached a gallop and drew his sword,
And with that they both crossed the ford.
The Crickets were chirping in the soft moonlight,
For it 'twas midnight when he saw a great light.
He neared closer and the glow was intense,
As Bucklberry burned, he crossed a fence.
The Brandywine frozen he saw from afar,
And a battle was there as violent as the sting of hot tar.
Knowing his steed could not cross the river,
He slipped off the pony and gave a shiver.
That the Wolves had crossed Brandywine at midnight clear,
Was soon all a fear of the townspeople near.
The villagers set fire to the wolves' furry coats,
But farmers instantly went for the boats.
Bilbo slipped on his ring and gave a great yell,
As though a ghost had just then fell.
He slew many a Warg until their retreat,
Fleeing for safety at the Goblins keep.
The battle was won to manys relief,
But the fire burned and which did not retreat.
They cracked the ice and used the water,
Cold as it was it seemed not the slaughter,
The dread of the bright red fire.
It was noon when a call was ever called "YAY!"
For the battle raged all that day.
They held a great feast for the people that fought,
Without really knowing that in their lot,
Bilbo rode starting a trot,
How he arose the townspeople,
Gave a yell, and fought as if a man of Dale.
Remains a legend to this day,
For all those who are willing to say.