{ A/N: Sorry for the lame title, but when I originally wrote it, it was to remain untitled. I hope you enjoy. And please review, but no flames}
The Journey of the Fellowship
Talking in hushed voices
Sunlight gleaming in through trees
Warming bodies
Walking quiet and swift on short legs
Escaping the Blackness that hunts
First there was the One, now too, Approaching four
One other joins to make five
At the end there are nine, no one more
One is not greater than another, but one is
Riddles exchanged under the pale glow of the moon
A Great One falls, but not the one
Secrets and gifts they collect along thew way
Tall and fair are their allies
Golden hair from the River
Gliding smoothly along now
Another one falls, but still the One is safe
Now two, six behind, carried away
A long path is filled with the Blackness
An evil follows close behind
It guides the two
The One is troubled, one is fearful
The evil is delighted, the Blackness hangs overhead
The Great One returns to the lost five
Blindly following the two
To the Great Evil they fly
The One has fallen but still breathes
Recaptures his Glory and continues into the Fire
There he leaves his Enemy at last, regretfully
An eleventh finger it has become
Friend to the Darkness, Rid at last
The Nine, now eight, come together
under the cool shade of the Tree
One White, one a King, The One and three consumed
Parted ways, back to a life once known
A glowing light has shattered their world
Slowly restored
The One grows weary
Slips quietly away, not without farewells
With the White he sails
Forever at Peace