The Ballad of Frodo of the Nine Fingers and the Ring of Doom

- Dandy

Hear my song gentle lords and lasses
A tale that’s strange but true
About a halfling, and his squire
With eyes of wondrous blue

A long expected party raised
A shadow from the past
For seventeen years a wizard
Sought to find the truth at last

When a young halfling acquired a ring
From his most ancient kin
A simple ring, a golden band
With markings that lie within

For within this Ring an evil slept
A malice quite renown
As its master sought to reclaim
His Middle Earthen crown

Sending out his emissaries
The evil weaved his spell
A silent call, a tracking ball
A Balrog released in a dell

Away the halflings ran in terror
Without a path or track
Into an old forest they fled
Pursued by riders of black

At the sign of the Prancing Pony
A wanderer appears
A dance, a slip, a tumbling fall
And the halfling disappears

Within the circle of Weathertop
A knife wound in the dark
For fourteen days he bore the shard
Which left a permanent mark

Finally arriving at Imladris
A much needed respite
A council met, a halfling spoke
A journey south for the light

Over plain and towards the mountains tall
And to the Mine of Dooms
For one his fate is sealed
To fall where darkness looms

Now eight must go on leaderless
To elven realm they fare
Lothlorien, with its golden sun
Favors of the lady they share

The great river runs past many shores
Effortlessly flowing
The fellowship has broken
Two depart, quietly going

Unmapped hills they cautiously roam
One to guard, one to sleep
A magic rope, slippery knot
A way down a cliff so steep

And eastward towards an evil gate
That way lies the keep
The Gollum creature joins the twain
As into the marsh they creep

A moon shines over the creeping fens
The wanderers tread light
Evil faces, some fair, some foul
Make such a ghastly sight

Free from the marsh, to lands that are dead
No rest for the weary
Orcs roaming the battlements make
The black gates entrance leery

No entrance will they seek here for
The journey proving vain
Then Gollum spoke, was it a joke
What debate was in his brain

So southwards through Gondorian’s Garden
A longer trek they share
The gardens free of evils stain
They wander with little care

Capture by an honorable steward
Provisions for their packs
A walking staff, a healing heart
A guide for Ithilian tracks

One day the dam broke, war came at last
A dark cloud covers all
Almost lost to his companions
Nearly hearing the ring’s call

Up to meet fate at Cirith Ungol
Up the straight stairs they plod
Shoulders aching, muscles quaking
The stairs are not easily trod

The fear of falling ever present
This pass they start to rue
Gollum knows of a secret way
But is this companion true

A still, dark tunnel awaits the three
The halflings are betrayed
Gollum seeks, and a spider creaks
And a costly choice is made

Now through the Tower in the pass
Desperately climbing
The separation of these two friends
Has left both halflings crying

Finally back together at last
Toiling through thirst and pain
The simple sun, a single star
Wishing is all that remains

As the age draws to a final end
My tale is nearly through
The quest stood on the edge of a knife
One direction was true

It seems the pity of each lost soul
Bears the equivalent
of two.