Life Through A Seaglass Lens

The Baggins Ballad

If u haven't watched the Hobbit movies.... sPoILerS
On google docs this one is like 9 pages soo
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It was many years ago
And yet not so far away
That King Thror loved gold far too much
His hoard bigger by the day.

None said much as he sat
For he was good on the throne,
But then that all soon changed
For they found the Arkenstone.

It glowed and twinkled blue
As it corrupted the dwarf king's head
Dragonsickness caught a hold
And rendered him near dead

Thror refused to give the elves
Even a bit of what he owned
He fell from their favor
And they swore that he'd atone.

And then one day, in the skies
A dragon from the north.
Smaug and death come as a pair,
And so they came to Erebor.

Young Thorin was on the ramparts
And sounded the alarm
That day the line of Durin
Would come to no harm.

And yet the same cannot be said
For the other dwarves that lay
Dead in a solemn tomb
Where they rest to this day.

Some escaped the dragonfire
The spindly grasp of death
They ran to the world of men
Gasping for their breath

Thranduil, Elven King,
 upon his mighty steed:
Turned his armies away, refused to help,
Paid the dwarves no heed.

Thorin saw him turn away
And called out even then
But No help would come from the elves
So he turned then, to the men.

And yet no help came from Dale,
For the city began to die
Smaug picked off the people one by one
A demon from the sky.

So with his stomach satisfied
The dragon fell asleep
But the Golden Treasure of Erebor
Was always his to keep.

The dwarves lived as they could
Scattered across the lands
Working where they might find jobs,
Using their crafted hands.

And then a battle to recover Moria,
And the mines that lay in dust
But Azog the Defiler stood in the way
His weapons free of rust

He swore to end the line of Durin
And managed to kill Thror, 
Thrain was gone,  Thorin stood still
Ready to fight more.

Him with an Oaken shield, 
His dwarves still fighting on,
He faced Azog alone
His spirit almost gone.

Thorin defeated Azog that day
And felt yet bitter loss
Dwarves had won that war
But at a bloody cost.

And so Thorin was left
A king without his hope
He stayed that way for many years
Finding ways to cope.

But then Gandalf came along
He came as a friend.
So Thorin and his kin journeyed
To meet in Bag End.

They had a map and key,
And knew of a secret door
They spoke in hushed whispers
About the glory of Erebor.

And while Bilbo was reluctant
For the Dwarves had just barged in,
He joined as their Burglar
As the fourteenth man of kin.

They walked on paths of stone
That soon changed unpaved
They confronted trolls and orcs
 And went into a cave

It led to the Hidden Valley
Magical Rivendell
Though Thorin was unwilling
Elrond took them well.

They rested up, recovered,
Translated the ancient runes.
They ate their fill of vegetables
And listened to elven tunes.

And as Gandalf met with Elrond
Saruman and Galadriel,
The dwarves went off on their own
Fearing no evil.