I miss your fireworks
bursting into the sky,
reds, yellows, and greens;

I miss your unexpected vists,
popping in when Bilbo and I least expect it;
And talking of the world until well past bedtime.

But now you’re gone,
fallen into darkness,
takin by the Balrog.

Aragorn leads the company with bravery,
but I would much prefer if it was you,
you knew the world and gave us hope that everything was going to be allright,
but since you’ve died,
nothings been the same;

Happiness has fleeted and Optimism has deserted us,
we press on,
weary and sad,
hoping for a private chance to greive,
but we can’t till we reach Lothlorien