A poem in which each line is an anagram of the title.

THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING

He ship off (he, little-grown)
He's high-profile, left town.
Hero hit pen of fell wights,
Elf hero to help win fights.
Howl! He pelts! Night of fire!
Elf town lifts hope higher.
Well, these off on high trip -
On, the fighter fellowship!
Oh! Help self! Winter fog hit!
Shhh! Elf flew into ogre pit.
Top hero wins fight; he fell,
Swept off height - or in hell.
Off hill! Oh, weep! Night, rest.
Two help, high in elf forest.
Oft he slept high in flower.
Fell fen - ship to high tower!
Fighter, he help fool twins;
He flop - the ogre filth wins.
Oh! I stop. Hewn, fighter fell.
He, of fight, no whisper tell.