He's tall and strong
His hair is long
It glimmers in the sunlight
His feet are light
He can see through night
His aim is with perfect sight
His bow and arrow
Hands are narrow
Long and slender too
He shoots at Orcs
The evil slaves
And kills them two by two
He jumps and lands
Without his hands
Rides saddle-less on a horse
From Mirkwood he comes
To Mordor he goes
To destroy the Ring is his cause
Evil soldiers gather in mass
This fair Wood-Elf's name is Legolas.
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