La Belle Perian Sans Merci
(A/N: this is not the same incident as Mary's poem. It's also a La Belle Dame Sans Merci takeoff)
Oh, what can ail thee, hobbit knight,
So impatiently loitering
The sunset's fading from the pond
And no birds sing!
Oh, what can ail thee, hobbit knight,
So haggard and so wobegone?
"My armor's started to itch, but
The game's not done."
"I met a lady on a quest
Full beautiful, the Tookland's child
'I'm Eowyn!' she hissed at me
Her eyes were wild"
"She set me on her grunting steed
And off we rode to right some wrongs
And she sang to me some of her
And Molly's songs"
"Her mount got bored and bolted here
She's fetching it for next day's ride
She told me to wait for her here
On the cold hill side"
"And that is why I sojourn here
So impatiently loitering
Though sunset's fading from the pond
And no birds sing"
~
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