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A/N: This is about our favorite elf at Helm's Deep. Sorry for the shortness of it, but I think the poem gets the point across.
Among the Bodies
Arrows burst like blinding flashes
Amid the body stricken ashes
A gentle whisper seals your fate
If you don't keep up your pace
Golden locks cascade upon
His tired wearied shoulders true
He awaits the coming of the dawn
Unshed tears wash eyes so blue
He searches amongst the bodies down
And through the crumbling toppled stones
For a beloved friend who lost the night
And the one who sits upon the thrown
Worry seems to strike the heart
When he swiftly flies away
The Prince of Mirkwood, that was he"
Then silence falls on those who say
"What was that blaze of olive hue?"
And oh my dears, if they only knew.
-Melanie
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