Found Poetry by Auntkimby

Pippin and the Palantir

Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards…

Pippin again felt its weight
in his hands
At last he could stand it no longer…
Hardly breathing, Pippin crept
He drew off the cloth
His knees quaked
He stole away
He drew his cloak aside
And looked
A faint glow and a stir
Suddenly the lights went out
With a strangled cry he fell back and lay still
“What mischief has he done-
To himself, to all of us?”

- Auntkimby