It had been quite some time since he had been
On an adventure, and there was the fat
To show for that, and in his mind, unseen,
An equally fattish lethargy, that
Grew large and seemed to swallow everything.
But he had heard the holy songs of elves.
And longing grew to wander and to sing
Songs of those who’ve learned to forget themselves,
And in forgetting gain the Earth entire.
Farewell to constant comfort and to ease,
Not choosing, but to bear the dark and mire,
To see and be the light to truer peace.
How can such foolishness be all that’s wished
For, to be, not less, but more hobbittish.