Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26116279-20150321200845/@comment-26116279-20150322192517

yes so many people think he died at helms deep, read the books you people who think that!

here is sam's poem about tom and the troll
 * Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,
 * And munched and mumbled a bare old bone;
 * For many a year he had gnawed it near,
 * For meat was hard to come by.
 * Done by! Gum by!
 * In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone,
 * And meat was hard to come by.
 * Up came Tom with his big boots on.
 * Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon?
 * For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim,
 * As should be a-lyin' in graveyard.
 * Caveyard! Paveyard!
 * This many a year has Tim been gone,
 * And I thought he were lyin' in graveyard.'
 * 'My lad,' said Troll, 'this bone I stole.
 * But what be bones that lie in hole?
 * Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o' lead,
 * Afore I found his shinbone.
 * Tinbone! Thinbone!
 * He can spare a share for a poor old troll,
 * For he don't need his shinbone.'
 * Said Tom, 'I don't see why the likes o' thee
 * Without axin' leave should go makin' free
 * With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin;
 * So hand the old bone over!
 * Rover! Trover!
 * Though dead he be, it belongs to he;
 * So hand the old bone over!'
 * 'For a couple of pins,' says Troll, and grins,
 * 'I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins.
 * A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet!
 * I'll try my teeth on thee now.
 * Hee now! See now!
 * I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins;
 * I've a mind to dine on thee now.'
 * But just as he thought his dinner was caught,
 * He found his hands had hold of naught.
 * Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind
 * And gave him the boot to larn him.
 * Warn him! Darn him!
 * A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought,
 * Would be the way to larn him.
 * But harder than stone is the flesh and bone
 * Of a troll that sits in the hills alone.
 * As well set your boot to the mountain's root,
 * For the seat of a troll don't feel it.
 * Peel it! Heal it!
 * Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan,
 * And he knew his toes could feel it.
 * Tom's leg is game, since home he came,
 * And his bootless foot is lasting lame;
 * But Troll don't care, and he's still there
 * With the bone he boned from its owner.
 * Doner! Boner!
 * Troll's old seat its still the same,
 * And the bone he boned from its owner!