There are really no words to describe this great
elf - Poiny-eared Took
Elijah Wood is perfect! - Pointy-eared Took
Never a better friend Frodo could meet - Pointy-eared
I think that I shall never see - Pippin's Scarf
Ode to Viggo
- Fonte Angel
Walking through the Wood
Saruman Arrowman went for a walk. - Dandy B
To the work of Peter Jackson - Old Gaffer
One movie to woo them all, one movie to find them -
Ode to Legolas - elf luvr
- Hasty Ent
A Verse for Eowyn - Rosie Cotton
The Day has Come - casper-
Second Son of Gondor - Queen of
This Sandy Shore - Dinledhwen
The Oliphaunt - Peregrine
Aragorn's Hair - Dinledhwen
Aragorn's Revenge - Lothithil
It's Good Not to be the King - Lothithil
There are really no words to describe this great elf.
The closest, I think, would be HOT!
I'm sitting here drooling all over myself
And thinking un-postable thoughts.
He's always the bravest in every battle
He's stolen our hearts with his bow.
He stuns with expressions, instead of with prattle
And skillfully vanquishes foe.
He serves as the fellowship's eyes and ears
(And cuter ears you can't find ;-)
He's wise and strong beyond his years
True, compassionate, kind.
He's gorgeous in all of his elven might.
I simply am fainting of lust!
I spend all my time on those Orli websites
(That drool bucket is a MUST)
Hotter and hotter he gets by the hour
(I'm lost in a puddle of drool)
A superior being with superhuman power
He's just so amazingly cool!
He whisks us off to a fanciful realm
He makes me want to sing!
And every time I see the film
I note some new swoonable thing.
It's just got to stop, or we all shall drown soon!
This puddle's becoming a pool!
Swoon, swoon, swoon, swoon, swoon, swoon, swoon
And drool, drool, drool, drool, drool.
We're all just swimming in oceans of drool
And it's such an incredible sight.
To see grown ladies act like they're back in high school,
As over "the hottest?" they fight.
Now I must admit that technically
Elves ARE above the rest
But truthfully, I must decree
I still like hobbits best!
Elijah Wood is perfect!
Elijah Wood is grand!
Although he still lives with his mum,
And never lends a hand!
He doesn't know how to make pasta
(I guess he'll leave that up to Sam)
But I tell you, if I was his girlfriend,
I wouldn't give a darn!
He doesn't do his laundry
But I don't really care.
I wouldn't mind the task at all
Of washing his underwear ;-)
He isn't a Tolkien authority.
He didn't read the book.
But honestly, that doesn't deter
This smitten little Took.
He has an elvish '9' tattoo
(Incredibly sexy ;-)
He said it hurt like a mother. (hehe)
But it's something I'm DYING to see!
There are some who do not like him.
(Those people are so mean!)
But as for me, I'll contemplate
That naked Hobbit scene.
Never a better friend Frodo could meet
Than this little hobbit with hair on his feet.
Dear loyal Sam, so stalwart and true.
He'll even brave rivers that make him all blue.
But the best thing of all about this little guy
Is how he can make Rosie swoon and sigh.
His pants are a topic of interest these days
And that can be taken in multiple ways
The chance to restate that, I just could not pass.
And now our sweet Rosie will come kick my ***.
- Pointy-Eared Took
I think that I shall never see
A hobbit as wonderful as sweet Billy
As Pip he makes us laugh and cry
An actor of merit is that Glaswegian guy
Ne'er truer a hobbit was e'er in the Shire
As the Pippin who many (so rightly) admire
As Merry's best pal he's seldom alone
He's stout and he's brave (even though accident prone)
With crystal green eyes and a voice that's sublime
I'd travel to Mordor if only he'd be mine
Why not praised yet in song is anyone's guesses
For this hobbit never forgets second breakfast or elevenses
While in Moria's mines he fought brave and true
And in the aftermath his grief tore my heart in two
For Frodo, Merry, and Sam ne'er had truer a friend
Than Pip, who fought with Boromir 'till the very end
I'd like to tell all what becomes of Peregrin Took
But that'd spoil the suprise, don't be lazy, read the book
I can however glimpse into the future's hazy void
And see a great future for the actor Billy Boyd!
Ode to Viggo
There is a man in Middle-Earth
Who is really, really, hot;
But some girls do not like him
Because Elijah Wood he's not...
Though Elijah is a china doll,
And Orli makes us drool,
And Sam has some fantastic pants...
Viggo could take them ALL to school.
He has a loyal following;
He's hot and we know it
And we liked him more when we found out:
He's an artist and a poet!
You can keep your hobbits
And you can keep your Elves...
But don't you rag on Viggo,
Keep your comments to yourselves!
And, as for me, I love him
And I do not care
If his hair's a little dirty...
Cuz I'm NOT looking at his hair!!!
arrows and bows,
piecre right thru,
he is sharp and fast,to do a thing or two,
he's great at this and my hero too,
a true gentleman,in the movie and out of it too,
i admire him all,for everything he does,
his fin hair and his brown eyes oh,gives me the drools...
i hope and pray god guides him thru,as he takes his walk on hollywood
i love him not only for his looks,but his talent and voice and every
so,juz 4 you,my orlando dude,i wrote tis poem and hope you like it too.
from your ever supporting fan,with all my luv,
fonte al vandoirae orlando,means i'll always be there orlando
and i luv you
Walking through the Wood
I dreamt I walked Elijah Wood--
Not quite sure of where I stood;
I'm sure that you have dreamt it, too:
A Quest in search of that tattoo!
But while I wandered Elijah Wood,
Alas, I discovered, to my dismay,
That I had gone quite the wrong way
For I fell in his eyes...and drowned!
Saruman Arrowman went for a walk.
with Lotho S-Baggins he wanted to talk.
A pipe full of Southfarthing he was looking to buy.
And he ended up with another useless spy.
When Frodo left Bag-End rack and ruin did start.
of which Mr. Arrowman played a great part.
He knocked down the trees. Polluted the river.
The desolation of the Shire, gave Sam guite a shiver.
But then at the end Arrowman got his reward.
a stab through the heart from Wormtongue's sword.
With the Shire restored, he lost in the end.
A lesson to all, not to evil to bend...
His name has become Bywater joke.
Quite fitting for this Saruman bloke.
To the work of Peter Jackson:
The accolades come to pass,
But the road goes ever on.
The fellowship is built to last,
And welcomed as the dawn.
A new day, the film's great birth
The book has graced the screen.
Beloved, comes our middle earth,
A place we all have been.
Characters we love so dear,
And keep within our hearts.
Brought to life, kept sincere,
Victors from the start.
The fellowship, our cherished gift,
Is given life anew.
Thank you for inspired vision,
To it we will hold true.
One movie to woo them all, one movie to find them
One movie to bring them all and in the fan club bind them
Ode to Legolas
A fine blond one on a quest has gone
In fellowship of nine gone forth onward
Chosen as a symbol of the Elven kind
Arrows, bow, silent slippers feet be found shorn
From your limbs flow stealth and gentle grace-
Your aim does prove deadly.
Heart so faithful, true and vallian warrior!
Never turn from bravery!
Deeply touched, you feel the danger
A sence of sorrow; expression of care
Your face does set my heart alight
And your voice to me--fresh morning air.
Blond caresses your shoulders your face
Temples adorned with small braids tight.
One tall thin male is enough for me
But alas! we see a fading light!
Stayed true to his path, Legolas hath stayed
He has fought quite well as any
But wartime behind he chooses anew
To leave Middle Earth--sail far away
My song will end, for him will die
Its forces no further past his sea
Though stron was sung for the one I love
He untimely died before my eyes could see.
Colonizer of dreams, they say
is what J.R.R.Tolkien is today,
Frodo lives, they cry,
for the Ring Bearer never dies,
A treasured gift has Tolkien bestowed
a grateful world has much love to show,
From the Brandybucks to the Old Took,
to Tom Bombadil and Queen Galadriel,
Orcs, wargs and Urak-hai! Oh, my!
Mirkwood, Fangorn and ents
the ent-wives (who knew where they went?)
Oh, Master Tolkien we thank you from our very core
We'll see you someday at The Last Shore...
A Verse for Eowyn
The inspiration for this poem was given to me by the sentence " a
hutch to trammel some wild thing in".
but I long to breathe
but I long to stir
but I long to shout
but I long to gaze afar
my claws are cut
but I long to fight
my wings are broken
and I long to fly
The Day has Come:
The day has come,
it's come at last
and now we'll get to see.
behind the scenes,
on the extended DVD.
And so it comes,
but still we'll wait,
to see Return of the King.
And when that day comes,
I know I'll be,
in the theaters crying.
Then nothing's left,
to wait and see,
except the ROTK DVD.
Second Son of Gondor
The one least loved,
but biggest part,
high in quality,
brave in heart.
- Queen of Gondor
This Sandy Shore
I stood here on this sandy shore
While the waves rolled in around me
And gazed out over this grey sea
To the last ship sailing from me.
Only sadly did I then realize
While the waves continued their rhythm
That I was now all on my own
Here on this sandy shore.
Overhill and over stream
Mashing things is a scream!
I get to kick and stomp and roar
Being an Oliphont's never a bore!
But there was the time I was in this battle
And, now don't think me a big tattle,
But there were these green ghostie things
And with fear it makes your blood sings
But wouldn't you know, just my luck--
The stupid ghosties attacked my butt!
– A Lantern Poem
Needs a wash
Never stays clean
Folks are always dis-ing me
'Cause of my lanky hair
No one seems to comment on
My steely, sea-gray stare
Nor do they take the time to comment
On my prowess with a sword
Gracefull as a ballet step, as I
Slaughter uruk-hai hoardes
My royal mein, my lantern jaw
My nicely grown in beard
I am the bloody King, you know
Someone to be honour and be feared!
But no... this is all I hear all day,
With Arwen giggling at what's said,
As she hands me another bottle of Suave...
I think I'll just shave my head!
It's good not to be the King
It's nice to be the Steward's son
And bear the silver horn
It's pretty cool to be Denny's Heir
It's fun to be First Born
I am the captain of the Guard
My name my people sing
And best of all these wondrous things...
I don't have to become King!
No royal ballroom, no velvet drawers
No stuffy courtroom affairs
Nobody minds if I wear leather coats
Or if I ever wash my hair!
I am supposed to be a grimy Man
My contract says so clearly
If I was always perfectly coiffed
The fangirls would be chasing me!
They'd leave behind that lanky Ranger
And drop Frodo like a rock
And Orli's fans... well, if I was of a mind
I'd be shepherd of that flock!
But I am happy being me
An unprepossessing Man
I don't need the award of any Academy
With Linaewen as my biggest fan!