
| Here at the inn of dear Tolkien sing elf and rivergolden, healer, hobbit, dwarf and warg swap poems new and olden. Strike harp! Sing bard! Oh, how he'd thrill to see all Middle Earth here at the inn of dear Tolkien in fellowship and mirth. |
| - qkbeam |
From comic doggerel and walking songs to solemn dirges and sung history, there is verse everywhere you turn in Middle Earth. So, too, at Westmarch. Silly and serious, short and long, there is something here for every taste. |