Winter

Oh, Winter time has come once more
And cold the blanket on the floor
With colour drained, the land is white
All Hobbits shiver in the night

Though chilled the wind the fills the air
But don't you let yourself despair
For new delights are all around
And fun is waiting to be found

Just step outside upon the lawn
And feel the cooling rays of dawn
The snow is sparkling, pure and clean
Just like a painted Winter scene

Long has the autumn wind
reaped the last leaves
from the boughs of the oak-tree
that stands on the hill.
All nature lies still,
the wind ceased its dancing,
the leaves lie unmoving,
frozen in death.
Holding its breath,
Waiting - awaiting:
As if time too had frozen;
Silent the lands lie.
At last, from the sky
a crystal, a flower,
the softest of snowflakes
falls down on the hill.
And yet, it is still.
Only the whisper

Who fills now the meadows
With shining white blossoms?
Who fills now the forests
With needles like leaves?

No warm winds make grow them,
No summer makes ripen
The fruit in the fields
That the farmer has sown.

No autumn wind colours
The forests with brightness,
The shade of the needles
Not dark on the pines.

As white as the blossoms,
So white stands the forest:
In frozen bright beauty
Paints winter his land.

Part 1

The winter came, with frosted bite
And thick the falling snow
Around the land all turned to white
So cold the wind did blow
Hobbits froze in the cold sunshine
Wolves howled beyond the Brandywine

The coldest day that darkest year
The Brandywine did freeze
From Brandywood, the wolves appeared
From under frosted trees
At the river the wolves did bay
In howling packs they crossed this way

Chapter one, Becoming.

It was a fierce and cold winter. I can still hear the snow cracking underneath my feets as we walked in the wilderness. In front of me, was a large man, covered in a brown thick cloak wich was needed to protect him against the chill winds. Too bad for me, I did not had such warm cloak, I only had some thin clothing I made myself before we left home. And I say 'we left home' Because the man in front of me, is known as my father. The man I now still hate till the bottom of my heart.