“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door…”
The road did sweep you off your feet,
didn’t it, Bilbo dear?
Took you places far and wide,
adventures for to find!
The day the Dwarves came to your door,
found it right out, you did—
lane that you walked everyday,
unknown to you it was.
“You step into the road, and if you don’t keep your feet…”
Long ways did take you ever on,
just as you thought they might;
longings stirred inside your heart,
so much to your surprise!
Huge trolls and caves and goblins grim,
did give you many scares;
then met one so thin and mean,
and “present” you did find.
“…there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
Woods so dark and spiders so big,
they helped you prove your worth,
with the aid of what you found,
and bolder did you get.
“Do you realize that this is the very path that goes through Mirkwood…”
Mountain high hid dragon of old,
until you found the door;
made yourself a burgler then,
such treasure for to save!
“and that if you let it, it might take you to the Lonely Mountain…”
War and toil and journeys so long,
your spirit did not break;
home again you found yourself,
inside your own sweet halls.
The years they passed, and ring you held,
not knowing what you had;
’til one day it passed along
to nephew from your hand.
“I am leaving everything to him…”
Of rings and magic, you’d not known
that much ’til you let go;
on the story went from there,
becoming far too real.
So old you got, and tales you wrote,
until it came your time,
dear Bilbo, wise old Hobbit,
to lay the Red Book down.
“But I at last with weary feet….
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.”
Poem based on The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings, by J.R.R. Tolkien
Lines in italics are quotes from the book(s); copyright for quotes and certain terms such as “hobbit”, “Bilbo”, etc., belongs to The Tolkien Estate, and copyright for the rest of the poem belongs to me.
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