What is it that makes you want to respect him?
Is it because he's tall, silent, and slim?
Or is it all in his actions, the way he talks,
Yet doesn't make a sound.
Though his expression may be solemn and unchanging,
Or look as though he is sad and lamenting,
There are those moments of change,
Though far apart,
Which completely and utterly reverse him.
Those blue eyes he so possesses, grow bright,
Burning with a jovial, cheerful light.
His expression, often accusatory and callous,
In the presence of that distrustful dwarf,
Transforms to one of excitement,
And everyone is stunned, for they have never heard his laugh.
But whether you are friend or foe,
Or a stranger you have yet to know,
You have yet to be able to read him,
And Laiqalasse, for that be his name, will forever be
A mystery, even to those souls who know his royal ancestry.
For he be a prince, the heir to the Mirkwood throne,
And will only assume it when his immortal father,
Son of the great king, Oropher, sails to Valinor.