This time I tried my hand at a Shakespearean sonnet.

Boromir's journey

"...and long have I wandered by roads forgotten, seeking the house of Elrond, of which many had heard, but few knew where it lay."

-- Boromir, The Council of Elrond

Of northlands lost does tell thy ancient tale
So tell me wand'rer fair, what seekst here?
The strangest place, an elf-lord's hidden dale
I cannot find it, know you is it near?
The black haired man watched him with keen grey eye
'Tis north and east of here, this much I know
Must wander many leagues like crows do fly
And so much more for wolves that run below
Canst take the road or go along the stream
But do not count on help in wilderlands
Please ask me not what way do best I deem
For I but know the sword in battered hands.
And Boromir the strong and valiant
Went on alone to meet his journey's end