A Little Story or Poem


The air was crisp with autumn as Frodo lay in his bed,
Frodo only knew of good and of beautiful safe things,
He got up slowly and walked to his window,
He looked out and saw the rolling hills and children playing,
He remembered when he was young frolicking and ringing in the trees,
Time had passed since then,
He walked into the kitchen,
Bilbo was sitting there eating some eggs,
Today was Bilbo's birthday, 111 years old!
Gandalf was supposed to arrive soon, with fireworks,
Frodo got himself some breakfast and sat down beside Bilbo,
Would anything ever change?


- Queen of Gondor