This is a poem I wrote about my favorite book The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien.
Without a minutes notice,
The great wizard arrived,
But alone? No!
Two dwarves knock on the door,
"Can't be all of them" the hobbit surmised.
Ten more eventually come,
And the hobbit's guess true,
Plans for the adventure from some,
Questions to the wizard, a few.
What none of them know,
Is the hobbit's great importance,
Of it, some he shall soon show,
Until then, great distrust and suspence.
...
A Goblin King dead,
An Elven King tricked,
Bard with Smaug's Head,
The new King Under The Mountain, picked.
But to the hobbit, these events are in the past,
For he is rich, and back in Bag End, atlast.
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