A cheerful sound, a happy laugh,
He gives in the Shire so green.
A joyful embrace for his wizard friend,
Glad that his waiting is has come to an end
For the finest party they’ve ever seen.
His friend returns his warmest hugs,
Gladly enfolds this friend so dear,
In large and gentle hands he holds
One small of frame, with heart so bold
It lights his eyes to have him near.
The sound of innocence and cheer -
This is a valued treasure great;
For such a friendly, welcoming smile
Washes away the weary miles,
And lifts, for a moment, the hand of fate.