Faramir
a little hobbit came to me
at my sight he started to flee
the guard beside me holds him there
while up comes another with curly hair
where the thrid on went I do not know
I'm just glad it hast started to snow
back to the caves we must go
to get a break from our foe
in the pool I now see
where the third must have flee
in that pool he will not stay
not even till the end of the day
the little one has come to see
the arrows, his friend and me
should I shoot I must ask
for I must finish my task
to drink from the pool oh, that is bad
I'm going to have to tell my dad