Legelaven made bubbles as she was taken below the water
So the company said “”/characters/togo-maggot" class=“wiki-content-link”>Togo go down the chimmy first and find her!"
In the darkness I crept, and the stench was horrible.
Then the Marshdwellers came at us,
I thought they were only tales told to frighten children,
Teeth and claws, and sloppy wet feet, and more teeth.
Well I said to myself " that women’s a wonderful cook, I have to save her"
Just then an elven arrow shot over my head and caused one of them to drop
So I loosed an arrow into one of the creatures as well,
Thorr’s maddox bounced off the wall,
With masterful skill Aegir Dreamwalker’s sword decapitated the one I softened up for him,
So I thinks I’ll loose another arrow in another
Then with a mighty flourish, Otbert drives his steel through its belly, what would they do without me?
Thorr’s maddox kills yet another, clearing my way to find “grandma”
“Greetings, Grandma” I say, as I dance away from a slimy one’s claws.
I start running and dashing around the creatures like Bilbo did with those trolls.
Thorr splits one’s skull and his maddox stops mid spine.
I spy a nasty bracelet on Ankle Biter’s ankle, biting the Biter herself.
I touches it, “never forget your kins last spilt blood” it says
I sees three giant spiders clasp it to her ankle.
“No getting out of your task now” they hiss
The others they take Leglaven to the surface.
I thinks, I’ll have a peek down that tunnel,
And what do I find the most beautiful sight
Better than Old Toby, or a mug of Shire brown ale,
A treasure pile as big as ol’ Smaug’s, as Bilbo did tell
Then the hisses and wet feet break my dreaming
A hoard of Marshdwellers
I grab a pretty Dwarven belt, ancient, spun of gold, wearing green and white fire.
Just like Bilbo grabbed the Arkenstone.
I dodge the creatures as they crash around me,
And with quick thinking crumble a wall, so I can escape them.
Running home, just like Mother Maggot told me.
I climb up the chimmy, first one in, last one out,
To elven singing of the charge of the Woodland People in the Batttle of the Five Armies,
As the Marshdwellers pour out behind me, Thorr lights a boat on fire and pushes at them,
As I stare at my prize, a belt of Khazad Dum,
And that’s how I became, Togo Maggot, Treasure Hunter!
Joining the likes of the great Bilbo Baggins.