Shining white peaks and hollow grey mists
saw the dark and deep evils.
When a golden ring was found,
under the gaze of a new Halfling!
Sorrow cries and melancholy tears were
gathered around his old white skin.
The ring was lost and never seen again,
under the caves of sneaky goblins!
Fresh and green the leaves were
Tall and brown the trees were
Fair and witty the elves were
Joy and merry the Shire was
There the Ring played for many years,
listening to the merry old hobbit's tales.
Until it was given to another hobbit
Called Mr. Frodo Baggins!
I am a HUGE fan of Lord of the Rings and I always wanted to write a poem about it, well then here we go. This poem takes place after Bilbo steals the ring from Gollum and to the point where he gives it to Frodo his nephew. 😊😅💖✍
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