"Legolas, what's your favorite season?" asked Aragorn abruptly.
The two friends were riding through the forest of Mirkwood, returning from a leisurely visit to Rivendell. It was early spring, and the ground was still littered with patches of melting snow, but the morning had dawned clear and bright.
Aragorn had been expecting a long and heartfelt answer from Legolas, discussing the virtues of each season, and debating with himself which one he most preferred. Or even just a simple "I like all seasons." What he was not expecting was for Legolas to break into song.
"The soft sun glows upon my back
And feeds the trees its light
I walk along a narrow trail
Still damp from rain last night
Lo, spring is here, a welcome break
From winter's silent chill
And leaves now dance with long lost friends
By banks of mountain rills
As time wears on the blazing sun
Shines through the fragile leaves
The summer air is fresh and moist
Lands of light we achieve
A lively night has life around
Under a moonless sky
The streams still run, the crickets sing
Not fooled by the shadow's lie
This world, our land has changed once more
When trees change hue and shed
A song of life before our eyes
Lands in their final bed
The brisk winds rise to tell us now
That they have voices too
However much we love this land
They shall see it renewed
It comes again it peaceful falls
That soon creates a land
Of sparkling days so crisp and clear
And nights in winter's hand
Sunlight declines and shadows grow
But I will ever see light
With winter's song and evergreens
Now always in my sight"
"Incredible." remarked Aragorn. "Did you make that up on the spot? It sounded very Elven."
"Of course." Legolas replied. "I am an Elf, and we do tend to make things up on the spot. Why did you ask? It seems a rather pointless question."
"I was just thinking that it would be a whole lot easier for the horses to walk if they didn't have to slog through all this mud."
Legolas laughed.