Legolas' point of view
The sun set in the evening sky
I ran with the wind in my gait
The lands of Mirkwood could not wait
I ran on and on, without cease
I was to bring the wood elves peace
And find brave adventurers to drive away
The evil that seemed there to stay
A Necromancer, a dark shade
His shadow simply would not fade
So I raced to bring Deliverance
And came across some dwarves by chance
What were they doing on the road?
Each one shouldered a heavy load
Beasts of burden, they looked to me
All but one--a man so wee
What were they called, those small folk
Who knew Joy and Cheer when they woke
Never were their hearts known to be sad
"Hobbits" they were, who were always so glad
Yet, this one fostered a heart of lead
And took his troubles each night to bed
He walked at day, head bent in shame
'Though whatever the cause, he wasn't to blame
They walked on, and I followed yet
And the hobbit trudged on, quite upset
I did not know what made him so
What was it that brought his spirit so low?
This continued, much in the same way
For man and many an eventful day
And the hobbit showed valor, brave and true
And proved himself to the friends he knew
Yet, show myself, I decided not
For, it was his time, and I felt that I ought
To honor the small man, and grant him some time
To reclaim his head and his thoughts, sublime
Day came, though, when dear ol' Fate
Grew impatient with me, and couldn't wait
I was thrust into the travelors' midst
And was forced to explain or else resist
They glared at me, all cold and sour
And I felt the extent of their small power
Great enough to give me quite a shock
Weapons I could in no way block
They subdued me and brought me to my knees
And turned their ears from my poor pleas
But, one hobit, with head held high
Stood for me, that I should not die
Have never gotten along with themselves?
Why is it, the races of Middle-Earth
Cannot live together in Joy and Mirth?"
His words had little effect on them
But, at least they did not condemn
Me, to a terrible and wretched end
Before help, for my people, I could send
He asked me to join their small band
And I accepted, with a shake of the hobbit's hand
The little man was right proper, indeed
Almost as though he had practiced the deed
I felt so jubilant, I decided to sing
The dwarves complained--how your voice does sting
Yet, I cared not for what they said of me
This is the song, to a tee:
"Over many a wandering road, have I
Traveled and not returned;
Yet, the adventurer's spirit does not die
As I have somehow learned.
What it is that makes my heart swell so
Is more than I can tell;
Yet, the journeyman's soul shall ever grow
Never has it fell.
Over many a wandering road, have we
Gone and then forgotten;
Yet, the adventurer remains a part of me
And tales remain unspoken.
What is it that makes my heart so light
I'm glad that I'm alive;
It is the road I see in sight
For which I work and strive"
They stared at me; said not a word
They thought the tune absurd
These certainly could not be a party
Note, honor, nor praise-worthy
For only the hobbit, did I care in the least
He made me feel welcome, not a beast
Yet, I chose that night, to slink away
And went my own and separate way
To meet again, I do not hope
I pray the hobbit can manage to cope
With those dwarves; those monsters; terrible beings
Little more than unclean things