The Halfling and the Istari
were sitting at their mead;
Relaxing after setting-to
on a very ample feed;
and speaking of momentous things
while smoking choice pipe-weed.
The Hobbit took a long, deep draw
and blew a smoke ring grand;
of this he was quite proud, you see,
and hoped a fanfare band;
But the Wizard puffed a Sailing Ship
bound for the Undying Land.
They debated deep and lofty themes
till the rise of the Morning Star;
Such as the origins of Dragons,
did they spontaneously appear;
Such as the creation of Evil
and the nature of Iluvatar.
They spoke of Quests and Rings of Power,
of Volcanoes and many things;
Like can half-elf maids die or sail,
can Rangers become Kings;
Like whether Uruks are bred or brewed,
and do Balrogs have wings.