He did not want fortune.

He did not want fame.

He enjoyed life in the Shire,

Till it came.

The Ring of Power!

Isildur's Bane!

He accepted his sad fate

To defeat malice and hate.

Away from the Shire, with friends he did go,

To Bree's Inn, and Weathertop, where he received a Nazgul's blow.

To Rivendell he went;

From Rivendell he was sent.

With companions nine, he traveled towards the Black Land

To overthrough Sauron's dark hand.

Through Moria they went to lands below.

There on the Bridge, Gandalf fell into Shadow.

To Lothlorien they fled

And heeded what Galadriel said.

Frodo looked into her mirror

And saw things quite queer.

They left Lothlorien

Never to return their again.

But Frodo felt in his heart

That he should to Mordor depart.

But Sam was to follow him all the way

And by Frodo's side he did stay.

Through rocky land and marshes they did tread,

Their hearts weighed down with dread.

They followed Gollum, the creature that, a hobbit had once been.

In Ithilien they met Faramir and his men.

They traveled to Cirith Ungol, the Spider's Pass.

There Frodo was stung, alas!

Then Sam believing his Master was dead, the weary Halfling,

His faithful servent chose to finish the task and to take the Ring.

Orcs came and took Frodo away.

"He's alive" he heard the orcs say.

Sam then in his heart knew

That he had to save his Master, to be ever true.

Swiftly up the dreadful tower he went. Of leaving his Master he did repent.

He went up the long, dark stair.

In a high up room he found Frodo there.

He gave back to his Master, the Ring,

Ready to destroy the evil thing.

Through Mordor's dark lands they did tread.

The Evil Eye they did dread.

They climbed up the Mountain of Fire,

Slowly climbing higher and higher.

There above the lava thinking Frodo did linger.

Frodo chose to claim the Ring, thrusting it on his finger.

But Gollum also wanted it, the miserable thing.

He attacked Frodo, biting off the finger that bore the Ring.

But lo! Gollum the treacherous liar

Fell down into Mount Doom's fire.

It was destroyed, the Ring of Power

And crumbling down was the Dark Tower.

Good triumphantly conquered on that day.

From the fire, the Eagles bore the hobbits away.

Behold! The Ring was gone, the deed was done,

The Dark Tower fell, victory was won.