As the gate clicked shut behind them,
all four travelers stopped to peer;
and each quaked with trepidation,
not to mention doubt and fear.
The trees were dark and gloomy,
and malice seeped all around.
They could feel malicious glances
and hostility abound.
As the day progressed they noticed
that paths forced them ever down
to the East toward the river,
and its damp and soggy ground.
The day seemed hot and stifling,
and they soon began to tire;
beneath an ancient oak tree
the situation became quite dire.
The Old Oak was quite malicious,
and trapped both Pippin and Merry.
Frodo ran crying in a panic, and
then help came with a derry dol derry.
Down the path behind them came
a jolly dancing man, with lilies in his arms.
Grabbing a branch, he whacked the oak,
and sang his potent charms.
The Old Oak flew open with a crack
and Merry and Pippin flew out.
Then laughing, Old Tom said come.
Evening is almost here, no doubt.
Thus began a jolly, merry time,
as the hobbits dwelt as guests
with Tom Bombadil and Goldberry,
and rested from their quests.
But when they started on their way,
they were waylaid by an evil wight,
and called on Tom to save them
from a most distressing plight.
After that disquieting event,
Tom accompanied them to the road.
He sent them on their way to Bree,
and named a comfortable abode ...
where they could sleep in comfort,
at the Prancing Pony, a fine Inn,
but there things became interesting,
when Frodo put his finger in ...
the ring, and was revealed
to the enemy despite himself.
After meeting up with Strider,
a Numenorean, no Elf ...
but a Ranger of the Northlands,
and Gandalf's friend, revealed,
they left the Prancing Pony,
setting out through hedge and field.
Pursued by Sauron's minions,
through the wilderness they fled.
Frodo was struck by an unclean knife,
wielded by the living dead.
The Nine black riders sent from Mordor
followed them to Imladris, and would
be there unhorsed and left stranded
by Elvish waters rising in a flood.
There Frodo was at last drawn back
from death by Elrond, and his quest
was confirmed in solemn meeting
representing all peoples of the West.
Frodo volunteered to bear the Ring
to the fires of Mount Doom.
Its destruction would resurrect the West;
his failure would prove its tomb.
Author notes
Book I, chapter VI
I wrote this too fast, and am not really feeling much like writing nowadays, so perhaps shouldn't have bothered. However, I am presently reading the Two Towers, so I thought "why not"?
A contest entry
- A Lord of the Rings Promt-Contest... by Jirashiin.
600 points, ended July 4, 4 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think?
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Well, Im glad you bothered. If this is your stuff when you dont feel like writing, the stuff you write, when you feel like writing, must be really good indeed. The first half of the poem paints the chapter quite well. I liked second stanza's wordplay on malice. I only get the sense that you rushed it, in the second half of the poem. Also you might have spread out abit to far on the chapter.
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I'm ill most of the time ...
and don't really feel up to writing. Obviously I was a bit rushed since this is the second poem I wrote for your contest, and only had a matter of minutes left to finish it. I didn't realize until I'd finished the first one that it dealt with something in the second book, and had to go back and write another for book 1.
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Had I not already seen the movies or read the books, I would have gained a clear understanding of its premise, simply from reading this epic piece of yours, Scribe. Good to see you posting again, my Friend. 
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Mille fois merci ...
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Wonderful overview
Seems like you managed to tell a large chunk of the story in one long rhyming epic. Enjoyable to read about LOTR again, especially in a lyrical form like this. Well done!
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your writing is superb...the time it took to write this would take me weeks...so intact, really,,,praises all the way around...i would say that you're back!
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You're much too kind...
but I appreciate the good thoughts behind the words in any case. I still can't seem to write anything serious. I'm reading the LOTR right now, in French, trying to get my mind to working again. (I don't own the books in English now, only in French.) The meter here would make a true meter-beater throw up his arms and shriek in frustration.
I was just trying to get something done quickly since the contest was ending within a couple of hours, and so I dashed off a poem, only to discover that it was for the wrong book, so I had to write another one. That was really frustrating. However, I finished it in time. I guess that's all that matters.
Anyway, thanks for stopping by.
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