(ŠAlf Davies 2004)</p>

Nine fingers, the bravest hobbit who ever lived<br>
His name was Frodo, the quest took all that he could give<br>
Ring-bearer where's your smile, you'll be better in a while<br>
The Eye of Sauron won't be seen again<br>
From Bag End to Mordor, Black Riders screaming overhead<br>
The end of the Fellowship, across the Marshes of the Dead<br>
The Ring-bearer held his nerve, with only Sam and Sting to serve<br>
Now you're safe you'll soon forget the pain</p>
	
But some horrors never end<br>
Some wounds will never mend<br>
Be patient till you reach the Havens</p>

The treachery of Smeagol, many times your mercy stilled your hand<br>
Survived the sting of Shelob, entered then the dark and barren land<br>
The Ring-bearer felt the weight, the force of evil close and great<br>
Only one so humble could stay sane<br>
Mount Doom now beckoned, the engine room of Sauron spewing fire<br>
The weight now so massive, only courage left to take you higher<br>
The Ring-bearer's halfling grit, with the Eldar you shall sit<br>
Middle Earth is safe now in cleansing rain</p>
	
Nine fingers, immortal songs<br>
No one else could be so strong<br>
To the journey's end, at the Havens<br>
Nine-fingered Frodo, you were the saviour<br>
Nine-fingered Frodo, none was braver</p>

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