Legolas

Majestic is his manner,

With grace in ev'ry stride.

A long, green cloak he's clad in;

An Elvish Grey he'll ride.

He sees from vale to mountain

To nature he will hark.

His rapid-action firing

Is sure to meet its mark.

In battle he is fearless

And loyal through and through

Protecting his ring-bearer

Is what he came to do.

His flaxen hair lays long

Across his shoulders, down his back.

He always senses danger

Ere it even plans attack.

His speed is like a stallion,

His stamina as well.

And what his mind is thinking:

No one can ever tell.

His boots fall more than silent,

His daring feats unsung.

His voice floats like a melody

When using Elvish tongue.

Those eyes so deep and caring

Hold years beyond all man.

But, sadly, he must sail away

To join his fading clan.