The Fellowship

by fair_elf~maiden

NamHear us, hearken
Over the seas
Heed us, hear us
Through the Earth’s trees
Hearken all, listen well
The Fellowship has departed
From Rivendell

He comes from the Shire
Bearing power unknowing
From evil to evil
The Halfling’s courage is showing
He may be much shorter
Than all of his foe
But he will change all our fortunes
Hail the hobbit, hail Frodo
His home is far yonder
Bag End, Under Hill
Through his travels go far
He’ll go back there still
Fond of food and of nature
His kin can melt your heart with their grins
The Little One, Ringbearer
Our own Frodo Baggins!

From the West-Farthing
In the land of the Shire
Faithful follower
The Halfling’s heart burns with fire
Short and stout he appears
He’ll eat and drink if he can
From cheese to lembas bread
Hail the Hobbit, Hail Sam
His mind wanders far away
He smiles as he thinks of Rosie
His hands yearn for a garden
P’raps just a rose, or a peony
Longtime friend to our hero
Trace trails from here to past Bree
Unwavering, forever loyal
Introducing Samwise Gamgee!

The Shire is his home
Originally from Tookland
He knows all four Farthings
Like the back of his hand
Always cheerful and happy
With a song and hurrah hip hip!
Loads of rhymes in his head
The Little One, our Pip
Though the youngest in the group
He may prove wise beyond his years
Wielding two knives by his side
He is much bolder than he appears
Imagination abounding
If only he hand the patience to write a book…
The adventurous and amiable
Peregrin Took!

The Buckland calls to him
From far, far away
He sets his fears and longings aside
Ans waits for a new day
Energetic and ambitious
“We’d best not tarry”
The conspirator, the guide
The ever-resourceful Merry
A refreshing attitude
With a ready boat by the Brandywine
For him sleep and song
Will make everything fine
Helpful and observant
The first (and last) to trust luck
The friendly and amusing
Meriadoc Brandybuck

Son of a steward
Who never leaves his post
He’s sensitive and sympathetic
Perhaps a bit touchy, at most
He longs for the White City
Ecthelion, it’s views of the shore
Tries hard to please everyone
The future Lord of Gondor
Courage on his brow
A white horn ‘round his waist
Forever restless when not moving
He’d much rather make haste
As brave as they come
However even the brave will shed a tear
The loving yet daunting
Lord of Gondor, Boromir!

He carries many names
And is known throughout
Brave, true and kind
Without a doubt
He bears the re-forged shards of Narsil
No honour greater, no sword lighter
Swift to act, apt to follow
In touch with the Earth, he is Strider
Isildur’s last heir
He is Dunadan, and Estel
He has visited every land
Be it glorious or fell
Blessed with longevity, yet mortal
From his love, the fairest star, he is torn
Experienced, strong and sagacious
Hark Gondor, your King, Aragorn

A wanderer, a pilgrim
A stranger clad in grey
Has lived and seen many things
Has watched the ages melt away
A font of knowledge, very wise
He sees more than Palantir
With eyes that are sharp and swift
The widely known Mithrandir
He can be stern and still manage a laugh
The lines on his face show more life than age
This only betrayal: the grey beard and staff
His journeys bring him everywhere
North, East, West and South
Wise, kind, helpful and firm
The Wizard Gandalf!

He belong to the Mountains
Where once lived his kin
Much betrayal and hate
Has mad his patience grow thin
His heart yearns for mines
As he journeys North
His mind sees many riches
He is craftsman, a Dwarf
A sturdy fellow
With the strength of an ox
With an unbreakable ax
Eyes and ears of a fox
His armor is thick, his helmet hard
He fears death only dimly
He’s a fighter with a pure heart
Gloin’s son, he is Gimli!

As ancient as tall trees
As fair as a clear lake
As swift and sharp as an arrow
Make no mistake
Eyes bright and observant
Hear joyous without wealth
Great knowledge of all forests
He is a Greenleaf, he’s an Elf
He remains immortal
His loyalty and honesty is not a show
He carries daggers and courage
His greatest skill is with bow
He is kind and beautiful
The chance to adventure he’ll naught pass
Skilled, brave and sage
Thranduil, of Forest, Legolas!

Hear us, hearken
Over the seas
Heed us, hear us
Through the trees
Hearken all, hear well this
The Fellowship has
Left Imladris

The Hobbits small
The Wizard wise
The men strong and tall
The Elf fairest, keen of sight
The Dwarf always prepared to fight

Nine companions, a Fellowship
One single purpose, one goal
To destroy the Ring through fire
To regain what the Enemy stole

Hear us, heed us
Throughout the Earth
Hear us, hear us
Listen well those on land, sea and air
The Fellowship has left
The City of the Fair
Hear us, listen all and one
The journey of the Fellowship has begun!