Bilbo’s poem at the Council
Sung by Bilbo at the Council in “The Fellowship of the Ring”:
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Submitted by: royal_elf_maiden333