Found Poetry by Isilmë

 from Many Meetings and The Council of Elrond


Galloped to Weathertop like a gale,
reached it before sundown, Nine were there.
The coming of my anger they felt,
dared not face it while Sun in sky.

Besieged on hill-top, old ring of Amon Sûl,
such light and flame cannot have been seen,
on Weathertop since the war-beacons of old.
The coming of my anger they felt.

I escaped at sunrise, towards the north.
Four Riders did follow at my heels,
Dared not face my anger in the wilderness
they turned it seems, made for the Ford of Bruinen.

Why were you delayed Gandalf? We needed you.
To reach Rivendell ahead and send out help,
My dear Frodo, I had to trust to Aragorn.
…and the coming of my anger.

Found poem from: The Shadow of the Past :

~~The Risks of Eavesdropping~~

‘Well, bless my beard!’ said Gandalf.
‘Sam Gamgee? Now what may you be doing?’
‘Lor bless you, Mr. Gandalf,’ said Sam. ‘Nothing!’

‘How long have you been eavesdropping?’
Gandalf’s eye’s flashed, his brows stuck out like bristles.
‘Eavesdropping, sir? There ain’t no eaves at Bag End.’

Don’t be a fool! What have you heard.’
‘Don’t let him hurt me, sir!’ cried Sam quaking.
Don’t let him turn me into anything unnatural!

‘He won’t hurt you,’ said Frodo laughing,
‘He knows that you mean no harm.
But just answer his question straight away!’

‘Well, sir, I heard about an enemy, and rings,
and dragons, and - and Elves, sir.
Elves, I would dearly love to see them.

‘Take you to see Elves, eh?’ laughed Gandalf.
‘So you heard Mr. Frodo is going away?’
‘I did, sir. That’s why I was upset.’

Said Gandalf, ‘To punish you properly for listening,
You shall go away with Mr. Frodo!’

‘Me, Sir!’ cried Sam, ‘go see Elves! Hooray!”
he shouted, and then burst into tears.