Treebeard’s waters tumble
Along Fangorn’s misted paths.
Sorrows fervently rumble,
A call to joys long past.

The entwives and gardens,
The entchildren and marvels.

Alone Treebeard stands,
Alone, Fangorn, king.
Heedless of mortal lands
And the passing One Ring.

Hobbits, dwarves and elves,
He alone in the forest dwells.

His stewardship diminishes,
The long labors forgotten,
The great gardens unfinished
Await the industry of men.

Samwise, good Samwise,
Courageous Gamgee hobbit.
Steadfast as mountains,
Merry as fountains,
Watching your children grow.

Samwise, true, Samwise,
Sensible Gamgee hobbit.
With no use for kings
Or great golden things,
You’ve planted your garden now.

Theoden King:
Lord of horses, lord of men.
His stallion drives before him
All fierce enemies of Rohan.

The golden heights of Edoras
Remember the golden past,
And honor bring in singleness
To Theoden King.

Theoden King
Cast down Sauruman,
Built up strongholds,
Drove out orc lords.

The kingdom forever prospers;
Fears no cunning marauders;
He protects our fair daughters;
Theoden King

Bilbo Baggins finding dragons,
In lakes and towns a long way down,
In lands far away.

He rides the ponies with his cronies,
A wizard and dwarves,
To lands far away.

But at his table, wait the staples
To cure his hunger, in his belly down under
At  his home today.

Neither orc nor goblin, could ever rob him
Of cheery smile or cunning guile
No matter how far away.

Tho’ it hurt him and his heart churned inside,
He gave up the ring and his sword sting
To his nephew today.

Now he waits, idle, quiet and retired
To hear the news of other fools
Adventuring far away.

Until long last, he too must pass
With smile and frown, take the long ships down
To lands far away.

Helms Deep, stolid in the rising mist,
Feels serenely cold in the morning.
The root-stone is icy after the fury-sweat
And black pitched battle.
Theoden here stood, his mighty blade
Harvesting enemies like grain
At summer’s long dreaded end.

Helms Deep, golden a century past,
Feels old to the young who play
Across the greenswards on the mounds
Where only memories of crones
And graybeards recall the shadow
Of Eomir’s name. And Theoden
Is the lord’s second horse-warden.