THROUGH THE WOODS

I walk briskly beneath the lofty Mallorn trees, a gentle breeze in the air.

I think of my brilliant adventures spent in this forest, all the grand times and fun filled memories.

Of course I'd never visited the great Lorien before, only in my mind.

But now is my time to see them, on my own, without anyone's guidance but my own.

I pass through the sturdy Mallorns that carefully defend their forest.

They are busy shielding their merry elvish inhabitants from danger and death.

Sunshine pours through their gorgeous leaves, landing on the pale road.

Elves, gentle great gorgeous elves, laugh joyously in the distance.

They are so grateful to live in their safe haven, their homes high above in the trees.

They pay no heed to me, they know I will not harm them, nor will I touch their trees.

They know I'm just a tender, tame, tranquil Tolkien fan.

The golden flower blossoms of the Mallorn trees in spring are like tasty oranges, begging

To be picked and eaten whilst they are ripe and juicy.

But I am aware that they are just little blossoms and wont make a meal for me.

I am in no dire need for food though; kind devoted elves have provided fresh Lembas bread for my travels and enough water for many days.

I recall the heroes who have passed before me, through the golden woods.

Frodo, Aragorn, Legolas and Sam.

Pippin, Merry, Haldir and his brothers.

I walk where they walked.

Time passes and I live in the forest, in my home in the trees.

It is cool in the trees; there are no harsh winters in this forest.

The elves have left now. Their voices once like superior songs have died away.

I am all that's left in these lovely woods.

It is springtime again.

The golden leaves of the trees of winter have fallen on the ground and are little gold blades of grass now.

The pale sky is viewable from the dusty road, sunlight beaming down on me.

I am the only one who sees this beauty.

It is sad to be here, after years of enjoyment with the elves.

They have left; it is the end of these woods.

Just like the ending of the trilogy, just like when the movies finished, when the fans left to see another movie and forget all about their passion for rings.

It seems that I am the only left, the only one who still believes.

Maybe I am, but it will be like this, it has to be.

It will be like this forever…

END

This is a poem I had to write for my english class... We should be starting to write stories soon, too, so I will post it if I do one about the Lord of the Rings... I probably will, my teacher likes it when I do it related to hobbits and elves. She said this poem was a great tribute to the books... This is my very first poem by the way, go easy on me eh!