Some people asked me to expand this poem. I didn't want it to sound too forced, but I finally did it.
This explains what the wearer or the ring feels because he wants to believe because it's beautiful, it's good. He says in reality the ring is heavy but in his dreams it's light. He says the gold feels cool, but admits he feels like he's burning up when he holds it. He says the uncertainty almost makes him distrust it but beauty brings him back again. Actually quite sad what the ring can do. Please comment.
This was based on a dream I had about a very special girl that I hold dear to my heart. Ever since I have spoken Elvish, I gave her the name Gethír Tinúviel. Gethír means smile because she makes me smile and Tinúviel is taken from the Elvish beauty, Lúthien. Her voice is soft and it calms me, and her beauty competes with Lúthien herself. 🙂 enjoy.
I wrote this poem about four years ago while I was still attending school. To put it short and sweet, its a rhyming narrative of the entire Lord of the Rings story. I never really thought it was much good because I don't generally write poetry, though it did win me a few school poetry competitions.