If you haven’t read the Lord of the Rings trilogy, this poem should tell you the gist of the story!
Lord of the Rings
There lived a little hobbit,
Bilbo was his name,
He lived in a hole like a rabbit,
Adventure was his game.
To slay a dragon he went one day,
And found a precious ring,
He took the ring and went away,
And in happiness did sing.
Little did he know, this ring,
Was full of evil power,
He loved it more than anything,
He wore it in the shower!
At last one day a wizard came,
And knocked on his door rat-tat,
Gandalf the Grey was his name,
He wore a silvery hat.
He told his little hobbit friend,
That the ring was a great danger,
And that its life must soon end,
Or Middle Earth would waver.
Bilbo gave the ring, against his will,
To his youthful nephew Frodo,
Who went with Gandalf o’er the hills,
To the dark land of Mordor.
But they were not alone, these two,
They were joined by seven more,
Merry, Pippin and Sam too,
Had added to the score.
And elves and dwarves and men too,
Joined the five on their adventure,
Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli to name a few,
Went on the journey together.
And all this time there was a man,
Planning the death of our friends,
Saruman, Sauron’s right hand,
Wanted to see their end.
Saruman made creatures of evil,
And sent them all away,
He wanted all of them to kill,
He wanted them to slay.
Orcs and Nazgûl and the Witch – King,
Formed armies all together,
They set out to find the ring,
And kill all the others.
And so they met the Fellowship,
And whipped out their swords,
They fought against the Fellowship,
And in anger, they swore.
They fought bravely, the Fellowship,
But one in the end perished,
Boromir, from the land of men,
His memory will be cherished.
Frodo could take this no more,
He couldn’t keep running for his life dear,
He sat in a boat and took the oar,
And set out to face his fear.
But Samwise Gamgee would not let,
Mr. Frodo carry the burden,
He made a promise that he could not forget,
That his duties went beyond the garden.
And so they set out, these two,
To destroy the ring forever,
Soon a third had joined them too,
Gollum – old name Sméagol.
Sméagol was a hobbit,
The ring had made him bad,
The ring was his beloved,
Without it he was sad.
To get the ring, he joined the two,
He wanted to save his precious,
To kill them, he was planning too,
He was ready to be atrocious.
And on their way they met more men,
Goblins and elves as well,
With some they indeed made friends,
With some it wasn’t swell.
Soon they met up with the rest,
And Ents had joined them too,
They destroyed Saruman and now was left,
One more thing to do.
And then the Great War began,
The War for Middle Earth,
They battled on with the bad and,
In the end they won.
And all this time Frodo and Sam,
Were at the heart of Mt. Doom,
“I’m going to destroy the ring, I am”
Was Frodo’s final tune.
And destroy the ring he did indeed,
But he suffered a loss too,
As Gollum gave his life to greed,
Frodo lost a finger too.
Joy and peace had once more spread,
All over the land,
The ring was no more a thing to dread,
It would never be in anyone’s hand
Aragorn, son of Arathorn,
Had married a fair maiden,
Arwen Undómiel was her name,
Together they ruled the people.
Now Frodo and Bilbo had to go
To live in the land of the elves,
Rivendell it was named,
They bade goodbye to their friends.
And so ends this tale of an evil ring,
Of how it once ruled and how it was killed,
Goodbye dear friend,
Alas our adventure comes to an end.
Anisha Kamble (Mumbai)