Post by Elindar of Rivendell on Mar 20, 2007 8:44:22 GMT -5
I was wandering 'pon the road from Brandywine to Bree,
My lute played a song of spring, one so sweet and merry,
my lyrics though did not quite match bemoaning the missing ferry,
My song was suddenly interrupted as I came upon this lad,
A mail shirt and buckler long within this bloke was clad,
I asked him what his name was, he seemed just from the shire,
He told me that my song was horrid and I should forever retire my lyre,
I laughed at him his sulky face and said my name is Elindar,
He knew a little Sindarin and called me the song of a star,
I ruffled his hair and grabbed him by the shoulder,
he seemed to take offense of this and threw me into a boulder,
I said, "I am sorry dear hobbit, I really didn't mean to offend."
"Perhaps we should start over and have a new meeting to pretend"
He looked up at me with cheery eyes, and the drew a pipe to my surprise,
"Here have some of the finest pipeweed in the land"
I reached down to him and took a pinch and then I shook his hand,
"Please forgive my wariness Zhongo is my name, he told"
"It is my fault on the dangerous road, I should not have been so bold"
So we stood there for a good long while a tokin' on our pipe,
And from there came a friendship that quickly became so ripe.
Please forgive me this story, I am still quite an inexperienced minstrel, though I promise that one day my pieces will be worthy of your reading.
My lute played a song of spring, one so sweet and merry,
my lyrics though did not quite match bemoaning the missing ferry,
My song was suddenly interrupted as I came upon this lad,
A mail shirt and buckler long within this bloke was clad,
I asked him what his name was, he seemed just from the shire,
He told me that my song was horrid and I should forever retire my lyre,
I laughed at him his sulky face and said my name is Elindar,
He knew a little Sindarin and called me the song of a star,
I ruffled his hair and grabbed him by the shoulder,
he seemed to take offense of this and threw me into a boulder,
I said, "I am sorry dear hobbit, I really didn't mean to offend."
"Perhaps we should start over and have a new meeting to pretend"
He looked up at me with cheery eyes, and the drew a pipe to my surprise,
"Here have some of the finest pipeweed in the land"
I reached down to him and took a pinch and then I shook his hand,
"Please forgive my wariness Zhongo is my name, he told"
"It is my fault on the dangerous road, I should not have been so bold"
So we stood there for a good long while a tokin' on our pipe,
And from there came a friendship that quickly became so ripe.
Please forgive me this story, I am still quite an inexperienced minstrel, though I promise that one day my pieces will be worthy of your reading.