Goblin Gathering Poem

Goblin Gathering
The next night I crept into the hollow hoping that I would surface near the misty mountain but instead I emerged in the middle of dark and frightening forest. I stood for a moment and gazed up into the clarity of the soft moonlit sky. And I could hear strange rustlings in the undergrowth. I shivered shoving my hands into my pocket and began to wander through the tangled forest. Tree branches thrust themselves at me as and monstrous bushes slowed my progress. Suddenly I caught a glance of something quickly scurrying by stooped over in the darkness. Freighted I jumped back and scrambled over a giant fallen tree truck covered with moss. And as I rounded a corner I could feel the unseen eyes that watched me. I stopped and picked
"So poor old Leviathan is dead. That stupid captain killed ....................................!" The others giggled and applauded. Then another troll began describing how Gordok had clipped the wings of dragon named Norbert he had shrieked like girl and the crowd roared wildly with laughter. Shocked, I muffled a cry and bit down hard on my lower lip. But it was too late one of the trolls heard me and pointed towards the hedge and roared, "There's something down there. It might be ones of those hobbits get it boys. We could have butterschock hobbit pudding for
I shivered, coughed, and tried to pull some of the thorns that I picked up during my roll down the hill out of my pants. I decided that rather than taking a chance of being found by one of the trolls or by Gordok himself I should leave. And so I started walking aimlessly through the morning mist and fallen leaves. Suddenly I spotted a tiny home that had been built into a tree off in the distance. I staggered over to the home and knocked a few times on the door. A thin, frail hobbit who was dressed in a long black robe and had kind, soft brown eyes answered the door and smiled, "Good