LOTR and Medieval Poetry

[Wind]

The Halfling

Unto the eastern shore, Doom in the guise of mountain, Where a great dark lord lies,In wait with his black riders nine,To search for a precious thing, That which escaped Gollum's gripping grasp, Where two seemingly half grown men shall tread, Even where wizard grey dares not, Yet unto this there still is hope,The return of a king sorely bought, With heirloom sword reforged once Narsil, Now Anduril, To seek the last stronghold of men, A white city with lost seeing stone, But again consider that last fool's hope resting with halflings, Who come from tidy little hobbit holes, But hope even a fool's, Is greater than hope unseen, That kings wish to hope in hobbits

Elfin Beauty
Glory Ageless left undone,Comparable to none, left to its own, Grace ceaseless Age to Age, Left unto glorious beauty,To them is beauty undefined, Ageless Wisdom, Grace beyond Measure, A melodious note sang sweetly on the wind, Essence of lovliness, Graceful unto the eternity, Do not despair of life as grace fades away,For to hope is as unto grace itself, But with grace an eternal choice, As for love abounding, Chosen to be mortal fair, For love abounding


The Rohirrim

Rohirrim of Rohan, Riders of the west,Graceful and fierce unto death, Beloved lords of the horse, Ever is as grace abounding,They find their strength in shield and horse, Even as they find death, They live and die as lords of the horse, The horse shall not fail, Neither the rider,But hold victory, To orc they shall be bane

The Rangers of the North

Mysterious hunters of the north,
Strangers among their kin,
Cloaked in Shadow they ride,
honorable enemy of evil,
Wood Rovers,
they hope for peace,
peace is sought through sword reforged,
and through the paths of the dead,
none shall pass, all shall fade


Ents

Slow to wrath,
Yet wrathful unto death,
Are the shepherds of the trees,
Care they for their trees,
Care they little for the ways of men,
Slow to wrath are the shepherds of the trees,
Yet unto the death they have fought,
To free the waters that have been blocked,
That which ahd been dammed,
To release crystal waters,
To Break Isengard,
Treachery will not last,
Not under tree shepherd's watch,
Under guardians of the trees,
Treachery will not last


Rohan

Hall of Gold,
Folk of Stout, Bold Hearts,
Graceful, Graceful unto death,
Hardy, hale folk of the riddermark,
They seek no allegiance,
except that of their own,
Hall of Gold,
Spirited Horse,
Helm and Sword,
Warriors of the horse,
White horse on banner of green,
Warrior king,
Sons of Eorl the young,
Valiant with honor unto death,
Honorable valiant kings of old,
Hail mighty Horselords,
In hall of Gold,
Spirited Horse,
Helm and Sword,
Hail mighty horselords,
In hall of Gold

Gondor

A pearl city of stone,
city of lost kings,
ruled by stewards,
proud and haughty,
Orc's bane they shall forevermore be,
ruled by Lady Evenstar and Lord Elessar Evenstone,
The kingdom of hardy, hale folk,
They stand alone before the menace of the east,
They stand alone

The Hobbit's Song
there and back again

I am a hobbit,
called halfling by some,
My name is bilbo Baggins,
I am of the shire,
all green and good,
I am having a unexpected party,
one of grandeur,
attended by one wizard and dwarves thirteen,
They have requested a hobbit burglar,
I am he,
I have faced trolls three,
and alot more dangers before the deed is done,
and dragon bejeweled in mountain of stone,
this is not the first time,
I wish i was in the shire,
my home

[Anna Mae]

Wow. You like Lord of the Rings, don't you? You are quite the prolific writer.