LoTR Fan, 5 Years Old

He hands me his plate and asks for more.
“I’m a hobbit, Mom, you know, and always hungry!”
I serve another mound of mashed potatoes,
He eats, as only a hobbit can do.

He swings his plastic sword around in circles,
Then flings it down and grabs instead his bow–
A plastic hanger pillaged from his closet
Suffices to make him feel like Legolas.

“Orcs are coming, Naneth,” he shouts warning.
“Don’t worry–I’ll protect you from them all!”
He strings an imagined arrow on the bow,
Pulls back and lets it fly, defeating all his foe.

Christmas tree needles lay scattered on the floor–
He grabs a broom and begins to sweep with me.
“I’m Frodo, and I am helping Arwen clean.
After all, she saved my life after Weathertop.”

He takes again his sword and gazes down its blade.
“I am Eldarion, son of Aragorn and Arwen.
My father will teach me to wield this sword
And we will hunt orcs together!”

We snuggle in his bed after nightly prayers.
“Arwen,” whispers a sleepy voice to me.
“I’m Luke Skywalker visiting Middle Earth.
“May I live here with you?

“Tomorrow the Death Star will come down
On Galadriel and Arwen’s homes.
And Aragorn and I will fight Stormtroopers
And save you both from Darth Vader!”

A day of battles wearies even the best of rebels,
And so I pull the covers to his chin
And kiss my little warrior on the forehead.
He sleeps, as only a boy can do.

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