8. The Fellowship
Author’s note:
This one is not precisely a filk, but rather a poem parody. Based on “Jabberwocky,” by Lewis Carroll.
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’Twas Frodo and three hobbits more
Did leave the Shire in haste one day.
All frightened were they of the lore
That old Gandalf did say.
“Beware the black Nazgûl my lad!
Their swords can bite, if you they catch.
Their presence drives all creatures mad -
You from your friends they’ll snatch.”
He took the golden ring on chain
And sought to flee them with the rest;
Then saved by Elf he found himself
In Elrond’s care, at rest.
The Ring could not stay then or there,
To Fires of Doom it must be brought.
So Frodo, amid pain and care,
Made the choice to cast his lot
With Elf and Dwarf, Hobbit and Man
And sought a route to Sauron’s land.
The Nine who walked, did also talk
Of how to reach that distant strand.
But could they match the grim Balrog?
‘Twould be a chore for Gandalf grey.
O wizard brave, the rest did save –
He fell and died that day.
The Company then fled the cave;
To Lórien they sadly passed.
And though the Lady to them gave
Gifts, still they mourned at last.
Now on to Mordor grimly pressed
The Fellowship, on river’s flow.
Then Boromir tried in his fear
To take the Ring from Frodo.
The Hobbit fled up Amon Hen
And Orcs killed Boromir that day;
Merry and Pip were captured then,
Brought to Fangorn far away.
Aragorn then with rapid tread
Led Legolas, Gimli, from the scene
While faithful Sam and Frodo fled
’Cross Anduin, to lands unseen.
This one is not precisely a filk, but rather a poem parody. Based on “Jabberwocky,” by Lewis Carroll.
*******
’Twas Frodo and three hobbits more
Did leave the Shire in haste one day.
All frightened were they of the lore
That old Gandalf did say.
“Beware the black Nazgûl my lad!
Their swords can bite, if you they catch.
Their presence drives all creatures mad -
You from your friends they’ll snatch.”
He took the golden ring on chain
And sought to flee them with the rest;
Then saved by Elf he found himself
In Elrond’s care, at rest.
The Ring could not stay then or there,
To Fires of Doom it must be brought.
So Frodo, amid pain and care,
Made the choice to cast his lot
With Elf and Dwarf, Hobbit and Man
And sought a route to Sauron’s land.
The Nine who walked, did also talk
Of how to reach that distant strand.
But could they match the grim Balrog?
‘Twould be a chore for Gandalf grey.
O wizard brave, the rest did save –
He fell and died that day.
The Company then fled the cave;
To Lórien they sadly passed.
And though the Lady to them gave
Gifts, still they mourned at last.
Now on to Mordor grimly pressed
The Fellowship, on river’s flow.
Then Boromir tried in his fear
To take the Ring from Frodo.
The Hobbit fled up Amon Hen
And Orcs killed Boromir that day;
Merry and Pip were captured then,
Brought to Fangorn far away.
Aragorn then with rapid tread
Led Legolas, Gimli, from the scene
While faithful Sam and Frodo fled
’Cross Anduin, to lands unseen.
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