Try and guess who this poem is about...

O where are you going, wanderer?
Where, with your eyes of steel?
You have the glance of a king;
You are tall and proud.
Dark is your hair, flecked with grey,
Yet your step is youthful.
A great sword is girded at your waist
And a ring is on your hand.
Your clothes are stained with battle and war,
And many travels.
I wish you could tell me all your tales
For you would tell them well.
But after a smoke and a mug of ale
You would journey once again.
Where you are going, I know not, yet
Your road will soon cease.
For your strides are long and swift
And your bearing earnest.
Farewell, wanderer, may your travels be few
And your sword kept sheathed.
O may we meet again!
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I like the poem. I'm madly in love with Aragorn and this fits perfectly. =D
Whooeee! Yeah, great poem. I got who it was right away, and I think it's very close to what the dear old hobbit would write himself!
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God wove a loveliness
Of clouds and stars and birds
But made not anything at all
So beautiful as words
~Anna Hempstead Branch
Thanks! Although I don't think it's as good as Bilbo would write it...he would do SO much better than I did! :P
Oh, I don't know. I think it's pretty good!
Bilbo would be proud to call it his.
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes
Thank you very much!
But I still think that if Bilbo had composed it, 'twould be at least twice as long, much more descriptive, and have a complex rhyming scheme...something that would take me days and days to put together. ;)
Nice Poem.
Congrats on becoming a writer, by the way.