The Smallest of Things
A Ballad
The hour of the Shire-folk came upon them sudden,
the earth was firm, the fields green,
food spread across the table.
None then knew of great darkness, of great war
in eastern lands unmapped,
for arisen again was a nameless fear,
the Enemy of old.
Of this Shadow, one thing desired did He,
the Ring, the Ring
a band of gold flame evil,
the Ring, the Ring
His own precious, though many thought it theirs.
Alas! Cruel fate and Frodo Baggins met,
only a soft Shire hobbit was he.
into his hand the Ring was thrust,
a burden forevermore.
Then laid upon the Bearer's shoulder
was impossible a task:
"The Ring must be destroyed" they said
"So it must, so I will" said he,
though foolish was his bravery.
To peril, to tumult, to death
these words someday he knew he'd meet,
but on trudged Frodo
though foolish was his bravery.
But lo! Not alone he was
for Samwise the gardener, with folly more than his
followed only footsteps of his master;
safety Sam knew not
when called to danger was his Frodo.
Bloodshed, towers smote in ruin,
darkness cloaked the land.
Poisoned air breathed,
deadly water drank,
but on they trudged
though foolish was their bravery.
Against the Shadow they were faced,
up to Him they rose,
and against the Shadow prevailed did they,
a new sun rising in the East
from which they flew upon,
no longer foolish was their bravery;
two hobbits, the smallest of things.
A Ballad
The hour of the Shire-folk came upon them sudden,
the earth was firm, the fields green,
food spread across the table.
None then knew of great darkness, of great war
in eastern lands unmapped,
for arisen again was a nameless fear,
the Enemy of old.
Of this Shadow, one thing desired did He,
the Ring, the Ring
a band of gold flame evil,
the Ring, the Ring
His own precious, though many thought it theirs.
Alas! Cruel fate and Frodo Baggins met,
only a soft Shire hobbit was he.
into his hand the Ring was thrust,
a burden forevermore.
Then laid upon the Bearer's shoulder
was impossible a task:
"The Ring must be destroyed" they said
"So it must, so I will" said he,
though foolish was his bravery.
To peril, to tumult, to death
these words someday he knew he'd meet,
but on trudged Frodo
though foolish was his bravery.
But lo! Not alone he was
for Samwise the gardener, with folly more than his
followed only footsteps of his master;
safety Sam knew not
when called to danger was his Frodo.
Bloodshed, towers smote in ruin,
darkness cloaked the land.
Poisoned air breathed,
deadly water drank,
but on they trudged
though foolish was their bravery.
Against the Shadow they were faced,
up to Him they rose,
and against the Shadow prevailed did they,
a new sun rising in the East
from which they flew upon,
no longer foolish was their bravery;
two hobbits, the smallest of things.