Hobbit

Day XXX: The Spire of Durin
‘So the Axe is for real?’ asked Hroskold, amazed.
‘As real as I’m sitting here!’
‘It’s all written down, as plain as can be.’
Said the Gaffer, to the dwarf’s cheers.
So, fired up again with the thought of the Axe,
The lads and I planned our attack.
I’d scout up ahead; the lads, they would follow
We’d be sure to bring the Axe back!

Day XXX: Treachery
We rounded a bend by the lake’s shore to find
What appeared by the roadside to be
A bundle of clothes, but then a low groan
Revealed to the others and me
That this was a dwarf in need of our care
For he had been struck by an arrow.
When we turned the lad over I gave out a gasp
For all of us knew this poor dwarrow.

Day XXX: A whiff of woodsmoke
I was up before dawn and went down to the lake,
Leaving the others in bed.
On the shore, staring outwards across the dark mere,
Stood the Gaffer, a hat on his head.
‘It’s to keep my ears warm,’ he said when I asked.
‘It’s so chilly out here to be sure,’
I nodded and pulled my cloak tightly around,
As we gazed to the opposite shore.

An Essay on the culture of the Hobbits

A hobbit autumn song, see more information about it on the Biscuity Burrow

Lyrics:

She walks alone through far distant woods
Leaves golden on trees tall and umber
No sound beyond the gentle evening breeze
As the land slows down for winter slumber

Day XXIII - At the Crossroads

Day XXIII continued
I saw a circle of anxious faces
‘You’ve taken a blow to the head.’
Said Kandral, ‘So just lay there, quite still,’
‘I don’t know how you’re not dead!’
Then I pulled off my cap to show underneath
On top of my bushy black hair,
Was a pie, in its tin, now smashed all to bits
Well, how all them dwarfies did stare!