Pippin: A Poem

- The Foe Hammer

Peregrin Took from the Great Smials,
put hobbits of the Shire through many trials.
Mischievous.

He was an early member of the company of the Ring,
but rugged traveling was not quite his thing.
Unseasoned.

He seemed always to get himself into trouble,
and as perils mounted his own seemed to double.
Careless.

When the company abruptly had to be parted,
the loss of Boromir left him broken-hearted.
Saddened.

As the orcs dragged he and Merry away,
he was not sure if he'd ever see brighter days.
Hopeless.

But opportunity arose from a battle with Rohan,
he and Merry escaped and worked out a new plan.
Fleeing.

As they ran into the dark trees of Fangorn,
they met with Treebeard and a new friendship was born.
Rested.

He witnessed firsthand Isengard's fall,
but unfortunately touched the black crystal ball.
Violated.

He was saved from madness by the wizard's hand,
and travelled with him to Boromir's land.
Educated.

When he met with the Steward, Boromir's sire,
he surprised the wizard by becoming a squire.
Reborn.

In the battles for Gondor he stood his ground,
and even against Olog-Hai courage was found.
Battle-Hardened.

When the final victory at last was achieved,
the friends traveled home to find a Shire deceived.
Angered.

But the quest had returned more than had left,
they quickly remedied there homeland's theft.
Victorious.

In later life he became the Shire's Thain,
and restored the link with Gondor once again.
Honored.

So this littlest of folk may have had a bad start,
but he always touches a place deep in my heart.
Remembered.