Title: Fellowship
Author: daima_ashiki
Summary: a little different from what I usually write, but I still think
it's pretty good. just a silly poem about the forming of the fellowship,
taking place from the start of the journey to before gandalf took that
little detour.

there was a man who took a journey...
well, not a man...a hobbit really
a hobbit and his trusted friend
who left their home in search of things-
of wonderful, fantastic, frightening things.
they traveled far- over hill and dale-
crossed rivers and forests and many ant hills.
they walked and walked and walked some more
till their large hobbit feet were really quite sore!
they picked up some friends along the way
jokers for play, scruffy men to lead the way
and an elf who's hair was never astray!
what a group they were, what an eyesight to see
the dwarf and the wizard they would also be
a part of this fine fellowship you see-
though not as attractive as the others might be.
so these nine they set out on a magnificient quest
they swore to each other they would do their best
to fight off the evil, the darkness, the pain
that wracked the cute little hobbitses brain.
but it wasn't going to be easy
the dark land was dark
you could bumb your sweet head on some ax of some orc!
but the hobbits were brave, and the men they were too
elf, wizard, and dwarf- they were all in this too.
the elf had his arrows and his hair that was pretty.
the men had big swords that could chop stuff up quickly.
the hobbits could throw things with great accuracy
the wizard was smart, and that dwarf- he was witty.
nine friends, very different, from many a race
all working together to save this nice place.