An Epitomy to Legolas
(sequel)
Disclaimer: none of the tolkien characters are mine etc. please don't sue me.
His eyes, brown as the Earth.
They stare into mine,
They bore into my soul.
I could stare into them forever,
Never being able to look away.
Lovely is his hair,
Blonde as the sun.
His hair long and as beautiful as the trees of Lorien.
Tall and Strong,
Muscular also.
Protecting me always,
With his bows and arrows.
I always feel safe with him,
Whenever he holds me in his arms.
His bow and quiver of arrows,
Quickly does he shoot them,
Never missing a shot.
Prince of Mirkwood,
Soon to be King.
We get married soon,
And I will be his,
And he will be mine forever.
I call him Legolas, as is his name,
And he calls me his lady.
He cannot pronounce my name,
For I am from America.
So he calls me Lady Legolas.
I love him.
Nothing could ever replace him.
I would die for him.
He is an Elf.
He loves his home.
I could never ask him to leave,
Nor could I leave either.
True love is what we have,
And I hope we always have.
I love him so much.
I could never leave him.
We get married soon.
My family does not know.
As far as they can tell,
I am dead to them.
When I told them of the arrangements,
They did not listen.
They just left me.
But it does not matter,
For I do not live in America anymore,
I live in Mirkwood now,
And an elf I shall be.
(sequel)
Disclaimer: none of the tolkien characters are mine etc. please don't sue me.
His eyes, brown as the Earth.
They stare into mine,
They bore into my soul.
I could stare into them forever,
Never being able to look away.
Lovely is his hair,
Blonde as the sun.
His hair long and as beautiful as the trees of Lorien.
Tall and Strong,
Muscular also.
Protecting me always,
With his bows and arrows.
I always feel safe with him,
Whenever he holds me in his arms.
His bow and quiver of arrows,
Quickly does he shoot them,
Never missing a shot.
Prince of Mirkwood,
Soon to be King.
We get married soon,
And I will be his,
And he will be mine forever.
I call him Legolas, as is his name,
And he calls me his lady.
He cannot pronounce my name,
For I am from America.
So he calls me Lady Legolas.
I love him.
Nothing could ever replace him.
I would die for him.
He is an Elf.
He loves his home.
I could never ask him to leave,
Nor could I leave either.
True love is what we have,
And I hope we always have.
I love him so much.
I could never leave him.
We get married soon.
My family does not know.
As far as they can tell,
I am dead to them.
When I told them of the arrangements,
They did not listen.
They just left me.
But it does not matter,
For I do not live in America anymore,
I live in Mirkwood now,
And an elf I shall be.
