((Ok This poem is a basic summary of The Fellowship of the Ring. I did it as a free poem which means it doesn't necessarily rhyme or anything. I'm thinking of doing two more poems for The Two Towers. It's not really good but I'll put it up anyway))
Free Poem – The Fellowship of the Ring – 4/11/05
In the scenic land of the Shire,
Our story did begin.
About a tiny, tiny hobbit,
And an evil ring.
He set out of the Shire,
As the wizard, Gandalf, bid him.
He went with friends, Sam and Merry,
And that fool, Peregrin Took.
The Nazgul they did evade,
And to Bree they made good time.
There they met Strider, man of many names,
And set out to make for Rivendell.
Strider led them through the woods,
To Weathertop, where they did rest.
Here the Nazgul did attack,
And stabbed poor Frodo in the shoulder.
The poison on the Nazgul's blade
Left Frodo feeling poor.
Though Strider was skilled as a healer,
This was beyond his skill to heal.
Frodo made a speedy journey
To the land of Rivendell.
There Lord Elrond healed him quickly,
Though the would never fully heal
Soon council was held,
About Frodo's magic ring.
A Fellowship soon was formed,
To aid Frodo in destroying it
They set out for the black lands,
But got caught on Carahadras
They went instead through Moria
Where they lost Gandalf the Grey
Strider led the crew
To the beauteous Lothlorien
There Lady Galadriel gave them gifts
And sent them down the river
Orcs attacked them while they rested
And Frodo decided to slip off to Mordor alone
But even he could not dissuade Sam
From wanting to come along
Boromir died in the fray
Pierced by many arrows
Merry and Pippin were taken
By the orcs as captives
The three remaining members
Of the broken fellowship
Knew they could not help Frodo and Sam
So they went to save Merry and Pippin instead
And so ends the first of three parts
In this story, The Lord of the Rings.