Back in October we shared the news that our friends at Syzygy Forge were going to be bringing us some new items in 2026. They didn’t give many hints about that these items would be – adding to the collectible whisky they already make. But now their first new items have been revealed!
They tell us:
We will be producing three engraved wooden barrel lids: one featuring the primary The Lord of the Rings logo, one The Prancing Pony, and one The Green Dragon. Each design will be limited to 500 pieces, individually numbered on the reverse.
Feast your eyes!
The Prancing Pony and The Green Dragon artwork were designed by none other than Daniel Falconer, whose work at Weta Workshop, and particularly on Peter Jackson’s movies, is of course well known to us all.
Syzygy’s team go on to tell us:
The pieces themselves are quite rustic. They are made from authentic reclaimed whiskey barrels, and hearken to the “Barrels Out of Bond” chapter in The Hobbit, and are well suited for an office, study, or collector’s space.
They’re available for pre-order now. (When visiting Syzygy’s site, you’ll notice they also have a John Howe Collection coming soon! Can’t wait to see that!) And even better news – you can use the code theonering15 to receive 15% off your order! Order yours before they’re gone!
Welcome to The Great Hall of Poets, our poetry feature showcasing the talent of Middle-earth fans. Grab your favourite beverage, and come and join us by the hearth. Enjoy!
If you have a Tolkien/Middle-earth inspired poem you’d like to share, then send it to poetry@theonering.net One poem per person may be submitted each month. Please make sure to proofread your work before sending it in. TheOneRing.net is not responsible for poems posting with spelling or grammatical errors.
Long Roads
by Tom Frye
The long road lies before you, a far journey to reach your goal. Miles of endless traveling, but take comfort, O weary Soul.
Though you may seem far from nowhere, Where you stand and where you’ve been, all short-cuts with little traveling, lead nowhere in the end.
So, if the road seems long, now. And the journey much too tough. Remember, gems and jewels, are cut from rougher stuff.
And though it’s quite a struggle, with Apathy a constant foe, it’s the journey on the longer roads, that helps your soul to grow.
So stay steady on your journey, and surely you’ll succeed, and claim the golden harvest, where before were only seeds.
An Elegy for Boromir the Brave (As sung by Pippin)
By Joseph Paul Hession
A dear old friend who never left my side. Where arrows bend, he would not run and hide. He stopped the ill, those creatures fell and shrill— Now blessings send, in peace and calm reside.
A shining star who always showed the way. If near or far, he’d come to brave the fray. He came to aid, turned bent and evil blade— To caring shield, in love and concord lay.
A mighty lord who carried me along. When held to spear, he rescued me from prong. He saved and freed, from dark and evil breed— I bid thee hear, to you this blessed song.
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If you have a Tolkien/Middle-earth inspired poem you’d like to share, then send it to poetry@theonering.net. One poem per person may be submitted each month. Please make sure to proofread your work before sending it in. TheOneRing.net is not responsible for poems posting with spelling or grammatical errors.
Welcome to The Great Hall of Poets, our poetry feature showcasing the talent of Middle-earth fans. So come and join us by the hearth, and enjoy!
If you have a Tolkien/Middle-earth inspired poem you’d like to share, then send it to poetry@theonering.net One poem per person may be submitted each month. Please make sure to proofread your work before sending it in. TheOneRing.net is not responsible for poems posting with spelling or grammatical errors.
Andreth’s Lament
by Caroline Flynn
The trees are bare, the wind is chill But I remember the spring upon Dorthonion’s hill. My hair is grey, my eyes grow dim Yet they brighten when I recall him.
But between us a wide gulf spanned Unbridgeable by any earthly hand. I looked upon his flame, bright as the midnight star – A light I could only behold from afar.
For he was a child of the earth’s morn: I, mortal man’s daughter born. He, an Elda, for whom the ages flow by, I, of the Edain, doomed to age and die.
Yet our hands touched in the night, And I felt his flame, sharp and bright That burned in his eyes, touched his golden hair And touched the heart of a maid, young and fair.
Joy for a short time, then long sorrow And the dawn of our love had no morrow. Did I alone love in those blissful days? For in the end, you turned away.
On a grey morning you set forth Answering the war-horns of the North. Was it mist upon your face, or tears, As you left me behind to fading years?
Youth’s years may indeed have been few, But all I would have given to stand beside you! Did you spurn the love I thought we had before? I never asked, I saw you never more.
But in the regret, I found a friend, As your brother sought the hurt to mend. And he said that your love had been great, And only unwillingly did you separate our fates.
But as we sat and by the fire spoke, My hurt was healed, hope awoke. I understood that you were not free, But that you loved me as I loved thee.
In fire you fell, named the Sharp-flame. But my memories shall no longer be regret and blame. O irony! That I, the fading mortal Shall outlive thy years immortal.
Farewell, my beloved! If beyond death’s rift – Death, in hope Iluvatar’s gift – Await me, remember me, beyond the night Where shines the Everlasting Light.
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Behold the Orc!
By Jennifer Russell
Behold the Orc, for such are we, Spawned by fell necromancy From steaming stinking depths we crawl A curse on our heads and siblings all, When we emerge from pits of hell We blindly follow, swarm pell-mell By Elven folk and men reviled No more no less an evil child With blackest thoughts and what ere’ defiled Scorned and hated Yet we were created.. Is it not said that from the Elves, We were but moulded from themselves? Those perfect beings so fair so wise From them, in twisted aspect, guise? Are we but YOU in fell disguise? Ah think before you scorn and sneer It is not us the Orc’s you fear.. Against your so called light you need… Our darkness and our foulest deed!
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If you have a Tolkien/Middle-earth inspired poem you’d like to share, then send it to poetry@theonering.net. One poem per person may be submitted each month. Please make sure to proofread your work before sending it in. TheOneRing.net is not responsible for poems posting with spelling or grammatical errors.
