A Poetic Summary of the Hobbit

He is fire.
He is death.
The new king under the mountain,
With incinerating breath.

With his huge, scaly body,
He blots out the sun,
And watches with pride,
As scorched figures run.

He now takes residence under the mountain,
Hoarding the treasures within.
Above all, the Arkenstone,
Prized by Durin’s kin.

This is where a journey begins,
Through the shire went dwarves in waves.
Under hills and over hills,
Through spider webs and goblin caves.

Their Hobbit friend stalked silently,
Around the goblin’s mark,
Acquiring a golden ring,
By speaking riddles in the dark.

Through Mirkwood they trod,
And found themselves with elves,
Who captured and imprisoned the dwarves,
‘Till Bilbo freed them from their cells.

They rode barrels to Laketown,
And took their last rest,
Before hiking up the Misty Mountain,
And storming the dragon’s nest.

Through the moon runed door they went,
And into the heart of the mountain,
Through the stone carved corridors,
And into the lair of the dragon.

The little Hobbit scurried about,
Looking for a certain rock,
But underneath him, the coins moved,
And he stood still in shock.

Smaug awoke, with a shift of gold,
And questioned the presence of a thief.
“Don’t be shy… step into the light.”
The Hobbit’s composure was brief.

Off came the magic ring,
And the dragon’s eyes grew wider.
“I am the Web-cutter, the Clue-Finder,
The friend of Bears and Barrel-Rider!”

The Arkenstone caught Bilbo’s eye,
As a stream of fire passed him.
Eventually he caught it,
As the dwarves came to help him.

They tricked the dragon,
Into igniting the furnace,
To melt the gold,
And cover his surface.

Smaug reappeared from the river of gold,
And swiftly fled the mountain,
Seeking revenge on Laketown;
The battle will not be forgotten.

A multitude of arrows were fired,
A chink in the dragons armour one found,
A wound in Smaug’s diamond waistcoat,
The dragon fell to the ground.

He was fire.
He was death.
Once a king under the mountain,
With only embers in his breath.

Thorin was now king under the mountain.
The Arkenstone was earned.
Everything was right with the world,
Until the necromancer returned.