My Dream - a poem

Last night I dreamt the strangest thing,
I went to Middle-earth on the quest to destroy the Ring.

I saw the hobbits leave Bag End.
Go on their journey with no time to spend.

I saw them at the Barrow Downs,
Where Merry thought he had drowned.

I saw them at the Inn of the Prancing Pony,
Where it was anything but cozy.

I saw them at Weathertop,
Where Strider got the Ringwraiths' attack to stop.

I saw the Council of Elrond.
Where the Fellowship formed a bond.

I saw the nine,
Enter Moria, go into the Mine.

I saw Gandalf, with all his wizardy magic.
I saw him fall with the Balrog. O! That was tragic!

I saw Lothlorien, great and fair.
A mystery about it filled the air.

I saw Boromir fall and die.
I felt as if I might cry.

I saw Frodo and Sam on the Emyn Muil.
It all seemed so real.

I saw Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli at Helm's Deep,
Where the Uruk-hai had begun to creep.

I saw Merry and Pippin at Orthanc.
With all that water around, I'm sure it stank.

I saw the death of King Theoden,
at the horrible Ringwraith's hand.

I saw Gollum fall into the Crack of Doom,
Where Sauron's power exploded like a "BOOM!"

I saw Aragorn recieve his crown.
And to their King, the people bowed down.

I saw the Scouring of the Shire,
In the hobbits' time of dire.

I saw Frodo leave for the Undying Lands,
Where Sam cryed into his hands.

I awoke with a sweat.
Who had I just met?

I had seen the hobbits, short and small,
and the Elves, proud and tall.

At last I went back to sleep,
and dreamt the same dream for the next week.


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