A/N: Like many LOTR fans, I've probably read a little too much into the pre-quest friendship between Legolas and Aragorn, but hey, It's fanfiction. I know that Aragorn, being mortal, would not technically be able to sail to the West, but for the purposes of this poem, I ask that you suspend your disbelief and pretend he was able to sail as a reward for his part in the destruction of the ring. If this is impossible, just think of sailing as a metaphor for death.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything pertaining to Lord of the rings except for a set of tattered paperback copies; if I did, I would have a lot more time to read something besides engineering texts and stare at circuit diagrams.
Although the West still beckons
And the Sea still calls my name
And all the gulls are whispering
"Will you sail home, tithen pen?"
I will not leave you here alone,
Though years will come and go,
Never will I fade from here,
'till traveling home we go.
We'll sail across the water,
We'll sail across the sea,
When all the gulls are singing,
We're in good company.
Tithen pen, my little one;
Muindor nin, my brother;
Estel nin, my hope.
I will not leave you here alone,
Though years will come and go,
Never will I fade from here,
'till traveling home we go.