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__A Hobbit's Tale__
//By: ndDucati848// The mountans be so far and old, For let us hear their stories be told. For up a mountain a dragon lay, One life or more is the price you'll pay. All will be lost if you are found, So keep quite and make no sound, Or to death you will be bound. The Beast's great name is Smaug, The smoke from him is like a fog, Your throat will surly burn and clog. So hurry on and make much haste, for your death would be such a waste. If you survive, a treasure you've won, For no arrow or sheild or even gun, had ever faltered this dragons skin. You will walk away with a pufffed out chest and grin. So if your bold and do not fail, You'll come back with a wonderous tale. ..

Bilbo Baggins is the one, He penetrated the dragon with only cun. The bird he sent shall not fail, The arrow will shoot and impale. With a booming crash of waves, all the villagers will rave, The dragon will fall unto its grave. But the trouble has not yet stopped, For the treasure has called and fought. Five armies will call the claim, The problem has started all over again. Three will cause the trouble and all, Many soldiers and Wargs will fall. For all good men have nothing, but pride, Smart little Blibo sought to hide. The greed had started to take its affect, leaving the armies will nothing but death. For in this battle King Thorin will die with his pride, His goal achieved he faced death with great stride, He left the world with nothing to hide. They had won the battle, acheived the gold, For this tale will be told, long and old.