Adventures in books and in my mind,
suited me better, always turned out fine.
Uncle Bilbo's adventures, though often scary,
were fun to hear, but mine are contrary.
Bilbo's Trolls were a wonder to see,
but the Wraiths, and the Balrog, terrified me.
Gandalf was my hero, his fireworks were swell,
I shall never recover from the day that he fell.
Dear Sam was so happy, in Lothlorien's tree,
a look in The Lady's mirror has unsettled me.
Strider was moved drifting passed the statues,
now here upon Amon Hen, I'm confused what to do.