A Poem
Sat Bilbo in his little Hobbit hole
When came Gandalf from tales of old.
Seeking an adventurer,but non found here,
Or so Gandalf was told.
Left a mark on his little green door,
Gandalf had come for tea; Bilbo knew no more.
One by one the dwarves came at night,
“ Balin at your service!” exclaimed the first with delight.
Arrived twelve more, they all had a great feast,
Bilbo was tired,from his head to his feet.
Thorin, their leader who had arrived last,
Had been through a difficult,hardship filled past.
To reclaim all that treasure from a dragon; rightly theirs all that gold,
Bilbo agreed to go, thinking what his fourteenth share would behold.
Treasure so abundant that it would flow like a fountain,
After all, Thorin was King under the mountain.
Gave Gandalf, Thorin a map and a key,
What awaits them, they would soon see.
Trolls, Goblins, Kings and Spiders,
They even encountered evil Warg riders.
A magic ring Bilbo found from the deep,
Where a creature called Gollum used to sleep.
The Skin changer, the elves, the eagles that soared high,
To Orcs and Gollum, Thorin and company said goodbye.
Used Bard the Black Arrow to bring Smaug to his knees,
The people of Lake Town no longer needed to flee.
In the shadow of the Lonely Mountain, the battle of Five Armies took place,
The greedy creatures all fell with disgrace.
A changed Hobbit, Bilbo returned from his journey,
With ring and treasure, he knew he was worthy.
The ring is not used to hide from danger anymore,
Just unwanted visitors that come knocking at his door!
(This is an original poem, inspired by The Hobbit by J.R.R Tolkien) Hope you liked it. :)
