Tall and proud
His head held high
His face as fair as angels
His eyes as blue as sky
His quick eyes waiting
His deadly hand steady
If orcs show their face
He will be ready
His bow of death
His heart of gold
A promise that he makes
To it he will hold
He went with the fellowship
Until the very end
And after the journey
He had more than one friend
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The dead marhes through the eyes of a child who witnessed it. Though it may be your initial reponse, please keep in mind that it is not based off any real characture from Lord of the Rings. I made this one all up. Please comment.
Some people asked me to expand this poem. I didn’t want it to sound too forced, but I finally did it.
A farewell to a gentle friend.
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