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