An Epitomy to myself from Legolas.
Disclaimer: none of the characters, places, etc. are mine so please don't sue me! I know they are Tolkien's only!!
Her hair, fair and brown as the Earth,
With the slightest highlights of the sun
Her eyes, as beautiful as the ocean,
True blue and lovely,
Rising and falling with anger and love,
Like waves on the shore.
I could gaze into them forever,
And would never tire.
Her skin, as fair as the lovliest cream,
Dotted the tiniest bit with vivid sun-kisses.
Her body is perfect,
Thin and graceful.
Her voice as soft as a song,
It flows like the wind.
I could listen to it forrever.
Beautiful as the trees of Lorien.
It is neither harsh nor raspy,
It is just simply wonderful.
She is not an Elf,
Though I wish she was.
She is a Woman,
Of the shores of America.
And I would give my immortality for her,
I would give my life for her.
She loves the trees.
She loves the Elves.
She loves the Earth.
Mirkwood is her true home,
Though it was not where she was born.
Her name is Lovely,
Though it is hard to pronounce,
I being from Mirkwood.
I shall call her Lady Legolas,
For she is my own.
Soon she shall be mine forever,
For we get married in Mirkwood soon.
I love her. I love her.
Every time I see her, my knees go weak.
Every time she speaks, my voice deserts me.
My fellows do not approve, but I do not care.
For she is what I desire and I love her.
For she is the apple of my eye,
The equivalent of myself,
The Love of my life.
Me talking: Hey R&R please. This might seem like obsession, but I just love him so much and this just came to mind. I will come out with my reply soon!!!!
Disclaimer: none of the characters, places, etc. are mine so please don't sue me! I know they are Tolkien's only!!
Her hair, fair and brown as the Earth,
With the slightest highlights of the sun
Her eyes, as beautiful as the ocean,
True blue and lovely,
Rising and falling with anger and love,
Like waves on the shore.
I could gaze into them forever,
And would never tire.
Her skin, as fair as the lovliest cream,
Dotted the tiniest bit with vivid sun-kisses.
Her body is perfect,
Thin and graceful.
Her voice as soft as a song,
It flows like the wind.
I could listen to it forrever.
Beautiful as the trees of Lorien.
It is neither harsh nor raspy,
It is just simply wonderful.
She is not an Elf,
Though I wish she was.
She is a Woman,
Of the shores of America.
And I would give my immortality for her,
I would give my life for her.
She loves the trees.
She loves the Elves.
She loves the Earth.
Mirkwood is her true home,
Though it was not where she was born.
Her name is Lovely,
Though it is hard to pronounce,
I being from Mirkwood.
I shall call her Lady Legolas,
For she is my own.
Soon she shall be mine forever,
For we get married in Mirkwood soon.
I love her. I love her.
Every time I see her, my knees go weak.
Every time she speaks, my voice deserts me.
My fellows do not approve, but I do not care.
For she is what I desire and I love her.
For she is the apple of my eye,
The equivalent of myself,
The Love of my life.
Me talking: Hey R&R please. This might seem like obsession, but I just love him so much and this just came to mind. I will come out with my reply soon!!!!