I know that had fate not intervened.
You would be here enjoying this with me.
Standing in line with your family and friends.
Waiting for the Hobbit to begin.
I bet you got an eagle eye view.
Watched them create magic.
Did you walk around New Zealand,
Traveling the path of the Fellowship?
Did you stand in that theater,
Laughing along with us?
Enjoying the adventure,
As if you never left us.
And when I finally see you.
And I wrap you in a hug.
Will you laugh and tell me,
Who was your favorite Dwarf?
How do we do it?
How many quests?
How many fellowships
formed and broken,
going on to separate ways?
Doesn’t the heart rub a bit
sore after each parting?
Are we fools thinking
our’s the most arduous journey,
a long trek into Mordor,
to scale the heart of Doom?
Are we a bit of Merry weather
and Pippin riding on a shoulder
of an ancient forest?
Do we fight the Nazgul?
Are we foot soldiers
once more going into the breach?
We go truth be told
with no magic, no ring,
just cheerful Hobbits with secondsies,
snacks between full meal,
brief taste between breakfast,
and lunch, filling ourselves with joy.
I am told that Bilbo, before his
Adventures began, would walk, the
Shire to seek the queen of the fungi.
To search was the compulsion.
Driven by taste, for the mysterious
Fruit of the forest floor.
When asked, he would say,
To savour the wild delight has nothing to compare,
To the humble taste of a spud, or sprout,
Just an ecstasy of unparalleled delight.
Knowing you have found the woody nutty treasure.
Of the queen of the forest floor.
Tis the biggest adventure a hobbit needs
To test his might against the mighty mushroom.
But then he had yet to meet ...
A wizard and a dwarf.
© Nick Strong 2014
Keep the fire bright as stars
singe their hairy feet clean
a Hobbit is bigger then a rabbit
and three times as tasty
The best kind are near Mirk Wood
they are plump juicy and yummy
and as you put them to flame
they inadvertently call for mummy
Oh what joy on dark trollish evenings
to share a morsel or two with friends
eat those Baggins squirming kind
saving their chubby legs to the end
Come toast a hobbit with me
they do as well as chicken
see how many your tummy
will if you try hard to fit in
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
The story that was never told,
Frodo did not write it, to be so bold!
While on the quest of the one ring,
Frodos true desire came full swing.
Sitting beneath by the fire,
He would make a move of desire.
He took the blanket off Sam while asleep,
Spooning right next to him, in too deep.
Frodo quickly move with a slide,
Sam looking for blanket the horny hobbit did hide.
Mr. Frodo could you spare some blanket man?
Frodo was busy, for right then he was the yank it man.
Im here Sam! In a sultry hobbit voice,
Sam would have to take it, he had no choice.
Mr. Frodo, do you have a hairy third leg?
Frodo just smiled, I'll make him beg.
Sam could you take the ring, if only for a while,
Yes Mr. Frodo,he said facing his trial.
He searched but Frodo did not have it im his fingers.
Its here Sam! The hobbit wore it on his weiner!
Sam jerked and jerked but could not take it.
Frodo just smiled until he finally made it....
All over Same face, boy did he hate it.
And so Sam and Frodo went on to fortune and fame,
But Frodo would never forget when Sam screamed his name!
Yes, Hobbit, marvel at the riches underfoot!
See how they fill a great chamber up to its waist
And awkwardly murmur to yourself as you explore its belly!
Witness Smaug, the mighty dragon
The demon. You do not know it,
But he is my left pinky.
Hobbit! thou who art aware
of your small size, you are dwarfed by dwarves!
But I am aware of your mighty heart.
(The quaint Shire is the breeding ground of true love)
Such an odd thing you are!
You came here alone,
I dropped the ring in your hands
A sugar pill, and I watched your heart,
The greatest collection of fuel in Middle-Earth
Catalyze wonders around you.
I made you, hobbit
So that we can be close.
Do you know that you are
my most careful masterpiece?
sometimes when we fight
I think about that time in the theater
(we were watching The Hobbit)
when you slipped your hand into mine
your fingers were trembling
as I looked at you and giggled
and we sat hand in hand for a while
until you couldn't bear it any longer
your grip tightened and you leaned in
to give me the most delightful kiss
I have ever received
we talked yesterday of tidying
cupboards, placing soaps in tins,
prepare for winter.
polish the wooden horse
on wheels, sweep
the steps, feel the still
warm air of autumn.
down the lane they mend
the roof. i had a visitor.
she saw the logs ready,
lost her way on exit.
they say it is a hobbit house.