The Fellowship

All was well in Hobbiton.
This grand day,
This grand night.
Till the day we dreaded came.
Our hero must take flight.

Black as night, the evil was.
Hiding beside,
The giant moon.
Nine controlled by the enemy.
Their cloaks a black cocoon.

The hero had an idea.
A clever one,
Or so he thought.
They try to lose the evil,
In a forest few have sought.

They met up with a friendly man.
Old as time,
Wise as old.
He led them through the forest green.
Head to Bree, is what he told.

There they met another man.
An adventuring,
Mysterious guy.
The wizard said to trust him,
And the man became their guide.

Phase one of the quest was complete.
In Rivendell,
They arrived.
Sent out again, for phase two.
A fellowship of nine.

Their journey now took them south.
Diving head first.
Into hell.
They took pass through Moria.
Walking blindly where evil shall dwell.

Mighty, how the wizard stood.
Facing the terror.
Standing tall.
He cast the monster into the abyss.
His reward was to join in the fall.

The company continued in much haste.
The wizards death,
Affected all.
They made way for Lothlorien,
Where trees shed no leaves in fall.

There they saw beauty in person.
Skin of satin.
Hair of gold.
The queen of the Galadrhim,
So fair, even as so old.

After passing through the wood,
The rivers water,
Became their ground.
Downstream they floated slowly,
Being weary of every sound.

The time arrived to make a choice.
To aid the men,
Or destroy the ring.
The party put the decision to a vote.
The hero left to think.

Alas, his decision came,
To go alone,
To leave the group.
He took the route of secrecy,
On his way to Mt. Doom.

His secret wasn't kept for long.
And so searched,
The company.
He was quick to get away.
But not quick enough apparently.

One other member joined with him.
Even though,
He could die.
The two set off for Mordor,
The land where shadows lie.