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Library of Scrolls


Welcome to the Library of Scrolls my friends, where poems, songs, and stories of heroes and kings are told...

Bilbo's Song

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

~J.R.R. Tolkien

Boromir's Riddle

Seek for the Sword that was broken:
In Imladris it dwells;
There shall be counsels taken
Stronger than Morgul-spells.
There shall be shown a token
That Doom is near at hand,
For Isildur's Bane shall waken,
And the Halfling forth shall stand.

~J.R.R. Tolkien

The Dragon's Orb

In times of old, when knights sought fame,
And wizards cast their spells,
The dragon's caves were filled with gold,
And maidens wearing veils.

A tale was told among the men,
Round campfires did they speak.
That once a mighty warrior,
A kingdom, did he seek.

His quest was bold,
To much for men,
Of lesser strength than he.
An evil sorcerer, his foe,
His magic, all that be.

He held the kingdom in his grip,
And ruled the night and day.
The kingdom folk were brought to their knees,
Their only hope, to pray.

Then one early misty morn,
The kingdom came to know,
That mighty warrior, Pythion,
Armed with dagger, sword, and bow.

His fighting skills, had gained him fame,
In strength, he had no peer.
His courage was a gift of gods,
He had no sense of fear.

Now Pythion had heard their plight,
The kingdom folk did say.
He sought to vie the evil one,
A battle on this day.

Now Pythion knew that his quest,
Could not be won with steel.
For evil magic was his foe,
With magic must he kill.

From blackened cloth upon his steed,
He drew a crystal, bright.
The Dragon's Orb, by which to slay,
With mystic rays of light.

Thus armed, he gave his battle cry,
The sorcerer did muse.
"What foolish mortal tries my wrath,
His life will he soon lose."

With magic he sent minions out,
To strike with deadly blows.
Yet Pythion was fierce and brave,
He brought their lives to close.

Soon, none were left, The tyrant knew,
He'd have to make a stand.
Against a warrior, pure in heart,
With Dragon's Orb in hand.

Lightning bolts did fill the skies,
From evil spells they flashed,
The earth did quake, the rains did pour,
Into the night, they clashed.

A fury unlike any known,
Had come upon the land.
Titanic forces issued forth,
From gnarled and evil hand.

Then Pythion did raise his Mystic Orb,
And spoke his word.
A sudden stillness, filled the air,
The spell, long since unheard.

"Light of omnipotent fire,
Shine forth thy burning rays.
Spirits, pure, must overcome,
The evil in my gaze.
Bring forth thy power, I beseech,
That time may soon restore,
To peasant folk, who ask for naught,
But peace, forevermore."

A blast like thunder, broke the night,
A swirling mist did form.
About the two, the maelstrom spun,
With power in its storm.

With that the evil tyrant's body,
Shook and fell in fear.
He saw the Orb, and heard the words,
He knew his time was near.

With final gasp, he shouts a curse,
To harm his mighty foe.
Then Dragon's Orb released it's light,
It was his final woe.

At new days dawn, the people thronged,
To see their champion.
With castle's ring, they made him king,
All hail great Pythion.

~R.K. Robinson Jr.

The Fall of Gil-Galad

Gil-Galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.

~J.R.R. Tolkien

Our journey hath now come to an end.
I bid thee farewell,'til we meet again.