I came across some Old English riddles (translated by Richard Hamer), and they felt very Hobbit-esque, so I thought I’d share. This is from a tenth-century manuscript, but the item described is still very well-known today. See if you can guess what the writer is presenting!
I am a lonely being, scarred by swords,
Wounded by iron, sated with battle-deeds,
Wearied by blades. Often I witness war,
Perilous fight, nor hope for consolation,
That any help may rescue me from strife
Before I perish among fighting men;
But hammered swords, hard edged and grimly sharp,
Batter me, and the handwork of the smith
Bites in the castles; I must ever wait
A contest yet more cruel. I could never
In any habitation find the sort
Of doctor who could heal my wounds with herbs;
But cuts from swords ever increase on me
Through deadly contest, both by day and night.
What do you think? I wasn’t sure how to hide the answer, so I’m just linking you up to the Wikipedia page – follow the link for the solution!
Let me know what your guess was, and whether you got it right.
Thanks for reading, and have a lovely day!