Fellowship of the Ring - Drabbled, The
3. Three's Company
Over hill and round pond
We leave our lovéd hole behind
And everforth the road does wind.
Without Gandalf, in whom we trust,
But wait we can't, so walk we must
Toward our home at fair Crickhollow,
Whither then? They must not follow.
We walked by moon, and then slept
While the Nine rode to intercept
Ere the three could flee the Shire
Into danger far more dire
But fled the sound of the elves:
They would attack us by ourselves.
We walked many miles that night,
But it was the purest delight.
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