User:MaxwellCharlie

Far away from the Misty Mountains cold,

A creature from the world of old,

Back from the dead, with him comes dread,

Constantly searching for his ring of gold!

When men and elves unite,

For months on end did they fight,

But the son of the king, then seized the ring,

And with the blade that was broken the dark lord did he smite!

For a thousand years it passed out of all thaught,

Elves did not care, the men forgot,

But tiny hands, reach for the sands,

And that poor halfling, the ring had caught!

For five-hundred years it poisened his mind,

It forced this poor halfling to retreat from all light,

But then as unlikley, as it could be,

The most unlikley creature the ring had caught!

I am Hazgirad, son of Galgirad, son of Garad, and I am a Warrior of the Seven Stars. I am here to protect the free peoples of Middle-Earth, from the growing threat in the east. Im short, even for a dwarf, but mighty I still am, strong enough to wield a hammer in one hand, and an axe in the other.