You guys are great at this! Hmmm...let me see...I'm not nearly as adept at this sort of thing but here we go. This covers the fellowship of the ring.
(to the tune of 99 red ballons)
Hobbit sitting in the shire,
Recieves a powerful ring and a mission dire;
Set out for Bree at the break of dawn,
Hide from the wraiths,till they are gone.
Meet a man with a secret name,
Trusted by Gandalf; a ranger of fame;
Follow him now into the unknown;
As the nazgul nine, try to hunt them down.
Up upon the moutainside,
The nazgul nine, have arrived;
Frodo panics, puts on the ring;
Gets himself stabbed, by the witch king.
Hurry now to Rivendell;
Frodo is not looking well.
Glorfindel helps to save the day,
As the nazgul nine, are quickly swept away.
Elrond with his power strong, Gandalf with his story long.
Time to worry, worry, super scurry,
Call out the fellowship in a hurry.
Frodo with his heavy ring,
3 more hobbits, seem just the thing.
Men and elf with dwarf alongside,
And one grey wizard, follows as their guide.
The chosen nine journey far, fight with a mountain, but lose the war.
Now deep into the earth they go,
And the way out, know one knows.
Evil attacks, Gandalf holds it at bay;
No longer nine, they sadly walk away.
Lothlorien with trees of gold, a most lovely sight to behold.
High in trees sits the Lady fair,
Voice of silk, and piercing stare.
Look in her mirror with both hope and fear;
Views of the future, always seem unclear.
The fellowship is no longer whole, but they continue stil, towards their goal.
One is dead, two more are lost;
Taken by orcs at a great cost.
Frodo and Sam head into the gloom,
to destroy the ring, in the dark flames of Mt. Doom.
(whew! that was harder then i thought! hope it came out alright.)
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