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The Hobbit
In a world beneath a mountain's crest,
Where shadows dance and secrets rest,
A humble soul, in peaceful grace,
Embarks upon a wondrous chase.
Through forests deep and valleys wide,
Where golden leaves like whispers glide,
A simple Hobbit, pure and true,
Sets forth on paths that none pursue.
With courage small, yet heart immense,
He weaves his fate through fate's pretense,
In hidden lands where dragons sleep,
And treasures in the darkness keep.
He treads where few would dare to tread,
With ancient songs within his head,
The echoes of a distant lore,
Of kings and crowns and days of yore.
Though meek his form, his spirit's might
Illuminates the darkest night,
For in his soul, the fire burns
That to the light of home returns.
Oh, Hobbit dear, with footfalls light,
You journey far, yet hold on tight,
To dreams of hearth, of fire and kin,
For every quest must end where it begins.
And though the road is fraught with fear,
Your courage grows with every tear,
For in your heart, you hold the key,
To realms of endless mystery.
So let us sing of Hobbits brave,
Who journey far through forest and cave,
And find within the world so wide,
The greatest treasure: strength inside.
In Tolkien's words, a truth is spun,
That in each heart, a quest's begun,
To seek, to find, to not forget,
The simple joys we've not met yet.
