The March-Warden and the Princess
The March-Warden lives in a Talan
On the outskirts of Caras Galadon
All the elves know him by face
But, they don't know how he acts
Haldir is his name
He lives alone, hoping one day
The maiden named Anariel will look his way
She likes him, yes
But, he has yet to ask her
To go with him
Long are the days he spends
Following her
Longing to be with her
To hold her
To tell her, "I love you"
But, alas! He bids his time
Always waiting;
Never confessing his love
While his heart and the maiden Anariel's are torn
A princess, both madly in love, but never confessing
Forever they shall travel this rough path
Until someone helps them realize their love
Or they confess it themselves
So, I pray you
If you see them together
Help them confess their love for each other
And end the love-tormented life they travel
That is the tale of the March-Warden and the Princess
The March-Warden lives in a Talan
On the outskirts of Caras Galadon
All the elves know him by face
But, they don't know how he acts
Haldir is his name
He lives alone, hoping one day
The maiden named Anariel will look his way
She likes him, yes
But, he has yet to ask her
To go with him
Long are the days he spends
Following her
Longing to be with her
To hold her
To tell her, "I love you"
But, alas! He bids his time
Always waiting;
Never confessing his love
While his heart and the maiden Anariel's are torn
A princess, both madly in love, but never confessing
Forever they shall travel this rough path
Until someone helps them realize their love
Or they confess it themselves
So, I pray you
If you see them together
Help them confess their love for each other
And end the love-tormented life they travel
That is the tale of the March-Warden and the Princess
