His dear, beloved Hobbit Elf by Kara's Aunty
Credit to www.tuckborough.net (a truly excellent site).
This is my first attempt at a poem - so don’t get too excited. It’s not a Rabbie Burns’ masterpiece by any means and I have no idea about proper poetic form etc.
That said, I hope you enjoy it regardless.
Gaffer Gamgee had the finest son
A steady lad, who friendship won
From Frodo Baggins from Bag End
For there the gardens he did tend
.
Sam was the faithful gardener’s name
He sought not glory, wealth or fame
To ‘see his Mr Frodo right’
Was all he wished for day and night
.
When Gandalf called one Summer’s day
To send his Mr Frodo away
On adventures to some foreign land
Sam knew with Frodo he must stand
.
He’d leave the Shire to keep him safe
No harm would befall the slender waif
Whose spirit shone so bright and free
With Light that faithful Sam could see
For he would not trust any other
To truly care for his heart’s brother
Or see to it he ate his fill
This incognito Underhill
With Pip and Merry off they set
But far the foursome did not get
Before Black Riders came to call
Evil, dark and foul and tall!
The gardener knew the very thing
These creatures sought was Frodo’s Ring
For It drove all who held It mad
With lust for power that must be had
.
And his beloved Frodo bore
The evil thing for which all four
Were now pursued o’er land and field
To Bree! To safety! his mind appealed
.
In Bree the Riders they did flee
But Sam despaired the sight to see
Of Frodo clutching at the Ring
Holding fast that cursed thing!
It made his Master disappear
Filled his thoughts with dread and fear
Would It consume his good friend’s heart?
With greed and hate? Tear them apart?
For his Frodo, it was plain to see
Was not the hobbit he used to be
Often grasping at the Ring
Oh how Sam hated that dreadful thing!
And now a ranger did approach
His Master’s company he did encroach
This grey-eyed stranger did declare
Himself to be Isildur’s heir
The others may think it very well
To follow this ranger to Rivendell
But his trust would not be easily bought
By a broken sword and a wistful thought
They travelled far, to Weathertop
Where one night all the five did stop
But much to our dear Sam’s despair
The Ringwraiths found his Frodo there!
His Master in his terrible fright
Put on the Ring, vanished from sight!
And the Witchking stabbed the empty air
His Morgul Blade found Frodo there
.
A piercing cry rent through the night
The gardener heard his Master’s fright
That wicked blade had found its mark
His Frodo’s world may soon turn dark!
.
Then Strider gave an angry cry
His fury at the Riders high
With sword and flame he made them pay
His anger drove the beasts away
.
But oh! Sam’s Frodo was not well!
They must make fast for Rivendell
His brother was so pale and cold
The Shadow had him in its hold!
He could not fade, it could not be
That Shadow destroy such purity
The gardener would not let it be!
He’d fight to set his Frodo free
For many days the five ran fast
Bill the Pony trailing last
The Wraiths once more their scent had found
And followed them o’er stream and ground
.
Sam’s Frodo was now fading fast
His dear heart’s brother could not last
All his tender ministrations
Could not halt the Shadow’s invasions
But just as hope seemed to depart
There came a sight to lighten heart
Glorfindel! Fair, bright and tall
Brought welcome comfort to them all
The Elf saw Frodo was in need
And set him on his trusty steed
Asfaloth - brave, swift and true
Knew just what he had to do
The steed raced fast to Rivendell
Where Elves could tend his Master well
The Wraiths pursued the noble steed
And to Bruinen paid no heed
As Sam watched all the Riders fight
The angry River’s terrible might
He knew though they were swept away
They’d live to see another day
.
But for now his brother was on the mend
Lord Elrond did his wound attend
Removed the evil shard of blade
His master lived and Samwise prayed
That this would be their journey’s end
No more adventures for his friend
He’d take him home to Hobbiton
Where Shire lives would carry on
.
Alas! That this was not to be
For meetings of great company
Were held in Elrond’s land so fair
And Master Frodo was taken there
.
The fate of Middle Earth depended
On seeing Sauron’s cruel reign ended
To the Shire his Frodo would not return
Until the Ring in fire burned
.
So Sam would follow as he must
For his dear Master had his trust
He would ensure him treated right
No matter what he had to fight
.
His Frodo carried the hopes of all
Destroy the Ring, make Sauron fall
But Sam would carry his friend himself
His dear, beloved Hobbit Elf!
(c) Kara’s Aunty