A/N: Just a thought of a poem. maybe it's Bilbo out in a garden watching a sunset when he is in Rivendell.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bilbo or anything else of Tolkien's.
Golden sunset
In the golden light
When sun is lower, lower
I sat upon a faded bench,
Beneath an age-old tree.
As I watched the sinking ball
I saw a ring of flying fairies
Dancing in its light.
All were clad in pure white garb,
Turned golden by the light.
And in the center of their ring
Danced a maiden fairy queen.
As I watched the little fairies
Time passed, like it always does,
Dusk had ended, night had come.
And like the sun
The fairies to were gone.
Though long time has pasted
I still go to that faded bench
Beneath that age-old tree.
And as the sun sinks
Lower, lower
I wonder will
I ever see them again
All clad in pure white garb.
A/N: like it? Please R/R!