Baggins BirthdayThe following event(s) took place in Middle-earth on September 22:

  • Birth of Bilbo in the Shire (1290)
  • Bilbo and the barrels reach Lake-town just after sunset (S.R. 1341)
  • Birth of Frodo in the Shire (1368)
  • A long expected party!! (S.R. 1401)
  • Bilbo and Frodo’s birthdays (S.R. 1418)
  • The Black Riders reach Sarn Ford at evening (S.R. 1418)
  • Gandalf overtakes Shadowfax (S.R. 1418)
  • The hundred and twenty-ninth birthday of Bilbo and Frodo’s fifty-first birthday (S.R. 1419)
  • Sharkey in the Shire (S.R. 1419)
  • Bilbo’s hundred and thirtieth birthday. Frodo’s fifty-second birthday (S.R. 1420)
  • They meet the Last Riding of the Keepers of the Rings in Woody End (S.R. 1421)
  • Master Samwise rides out from Bag End (S.R. 1482) 

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Welcome to The Great Hall of Poets, our regular monthly feature showcasing the talent of Middle-earth fans. Each month we will feature a small selection of the poems submitted, but we hope you will read all of the poems that we have received here in our Great Hall of Poets.

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The Mirror 

by: Cassie Hughes
i) 

Oh dearest love how can I bear 
the mirror’s tale to me this night, 
a family torn and ripped apart 
as darkness claims and covers light. 
Celebrian! Celebrian!  
I called but could not keep her safe 
for claws and fangs bore her away 
to torment she could not escape. 

The mirror fogged then cleared again 
as vengeance showed to me their face, 
twin perils twisted, hearts enslaved 
by lustful wrath they could not sate. 
Come back to us! Come back to us! 
I shouted but they did not hear 
above the clash of heavy blades, 
the screams and sobs of death and fear. 
 
Another scene unfolded then, 
a ranger, tall and dark he stood 
beside our precious Evenstar, 
and oh! their faces shone with love. 
Undomiel! Undomiel! 
I wept then as she turned away 
to follow where I could not go, 
that mortal path of slow decay. 

Is this my doing and my doom? 
In reparation for past deeds 
when thirst for knowledge ruled my head 
and power cancelled other needs. 
Oh Celeborn, my Celeborn 
Have I brought darkness on us all? 
Our daughter held beyond despair. 
Her children lost beyond recall. 
 
ii) 

Your mirror tells what yet may be 
but set in stone those tales are not. 
Beloved, things are still in flux 
our family safe, so ease your heart. 
Galadriel! Galadriel! 
Read nothing yet in what you saw. 
They may be passing shadows just 
like pipeweed smoke and not endure. 
 
Yet if in truth they come to pass, 
our strength combined will see us through. 
As over ages proud and strong 
together we have learned to do. 
Do not despair! Do not despair! 
Though tragedy may take our kin 
live for today, let go these fears, 
and do not let the darkness win.  

iii) 

The silvered surface briefly holds 
An unseen fleeting image then 
a halfling holding out his palm 
upon which lies a glowing ring. 
Ash nazg begiles! Ash nazg deceives! 
What comes to pass will surely be 
as told within those crystal depths, 
and writ in legend endlessly. 

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The Cabin

by: Tom Frye
When the world troubles me,
and all good thoughts have fled,
I venture off to visit,
the cabin inside my head.

Seated before a woodstove,
gazing at radiant coals,
I sip slowly at my coffee,
not worried by endless goals.

High up within the mountains,
nestled beside a brook,
my entrance, a round doorway,
similar to that Hobbit book.

Sanctuary, peaceful haven,
surrounded by fragrant pines,
when I’m in need of solitude,
it’s stored inside my mind.

I do not travel far,
to fish, to read, to dream.
I merely close my eyes,
conjuring a magical scene.  

Sunsets and brilliant sunrises,
appear beyond green hills,
mist above blue waters,
helps me to gather the Still.

When the storm comes calling,
I quietly slip away,
to that nearby cabin,
in a solitary, peaceful bay.

© Copyright 2018 by Tom Frye

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Welcome to The Great Hall of Poets, our regular monthly feature showcasing the talent of Middle-earth fans. Each month we will feature a small selection of the poems submitted, but we hope you will read all of the poems that we have received here in our Great Hall of Poets.

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.

Lady Forest

by: Tom Frye
Kissed by the sun, embraced by the morning,
The Forest sheds her cloak of Night.
She slips into a gown of mist,
She wove herself, by Morning light.

In Amber rays, the Forest dances,
In hidden glens within the hills.
Barefoot, she glides through open meadows,
Tip-toes her way past silver rills.

Her gown of mist trails behind her,
Fluttering in the morning wind,
Adorned with gems and sparkling jewels.
The rising sun did surely send.

© Copyright 2000 by Tom Frye

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“The Seed”

by: Bear Timmons
In a time where the world is burdened with chaos and full of darkness,
even the slightest shine from the Star of Eärendil wouldn't stop it.
Creatures roam unmindful of the evil around them,
focused only on temporary love, possessions and never on HIM.

Rejection can feel cold but murderous to one's mind,
inner thoughts are like battling Balrog

Hoping one day the world will go eastward of Gondor,
to be with JESUS, my precious!
Although many already bear this ring,
it is our job as its bearer to plant its seed.

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Arwen and Elessar The following event(s) took place in Middle-earth on Midsummer’s Day:

  • Gandalf, the Dwarves and their Burglar leave Rivendell for the Lonely Mountain (1341)
  • Aragorn and Arwen – A promise is born (1380)
  • Gandalf meets Radagast the Brown (1418)
  • The Wedding of Elessar and Arwen (1419)
  • Frodo resigns office of mayor, and Will Whitfoot is restored (1420)
  • The death of Mistress Rose, wife of Master Samwise, on Mid-year’s Day (1482)
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