In a land where rings hold power, a small hero with hairy feet carries burdens across mountains, avoiding a fiery demise.

Dreamers know life is not a calamity, But using me and the elements is just a fantasy. And ego and hubris drive one’s vanity To seek gold from lead using . . .

He’s the worst pirate you’ve ever heard of, But you have heard that he set slaves free. He traded his soul to the depth of the ocean, To pull the Wicked Wench from the sea. With Davy Jones he struck a bargain, Thirteen years to sail, then service to keep. Now name the small bird that shares a title, With the man who returned from the deep.

Of stegosaurus, of armored knight, of dinner table by candlelight. Remove my first letter, you'll find me tardy. All scrambled up I fall from wilted head. Both remove the first then scrambled: I'm that which is spun sans spool or thread.

Bees, a well known band, and king's wives are all known for this title.