Disclaimer: I don't own anything mentioned in this poem!
I had a sudden urge again to write a poem; this time it was in physics class! It was only a rough draft, though, and I redid it at 4AM in the morning while doing a take-home psychology test, and TA-DA!!! Here it is, copied from the original manuscript written in the back of my psychology test. It's a few lines shorter than the first poem, and I scrapped the idea to have the rhyming pairs match in syllables because, when it's 4AM in the morning, I don't really want to keep counting with my fingers over and over again! The rhyming scheme is also different, with the rhyme coming after every other line instead of the next line. It's also grouped together in verses of four lines. Anyway, the poem's main character is Thranduil, although the poem is mainly about Legolas' life, culminating in the end when he finally leaves to go to the West. I was always interested about what Thranduil's reaction and feelings would have been about Legolas' decision to leave Middle-earth, and so I wrote it down in another depressing poem. Also, please excuse my apparent apathy towards Tolkien trivia because I have only known about Legolas through the movie and the back of the ROTK book. Feel free to correct me if anything about the poem is blatantly historically inaccurate because I hate getting things wrong, but I'm sure I can make up another rhyming pair to replace whatever is wrong in the poem.
Deep in the vast forest of Mirkwood,
There lived the greatest of forest kings;
Great wealth and fame amass he would,
But it is of a newborn son he now sings.
Born to him so elven-fair
With eyes bright and blue,
And sun-golden was his hair
With skin of ivory hue.
Grow did his child
Noble and slender and tall,
Living his life running wild
In the forest from winter till fall.
So joyous was his son in the forest kingdom,
For the trees called his child's name,
But the king knew evil will come,
For its shadow already came.
Thus he taught his son the knife and bow
For when the drums of war will sound,
And, when the time comes, they will know
Where the evil will be found.
Yet the shadow still troubled the great king's mind,
Even thought joy to him his child brought;
For, when the time comes, he knows he will find
That it is his son's departure that will be sought.
And farewell to his son he did bid
When news of evil came,
And send his child he did
To the Council in his name.
But little did the king know,
As he said to his child goodbye,
Of the burden his son will tow
When he hears the seagulls cry.
Achieve the king did great wealth and fame,
But it is of a departing son he now sings.
The trees still echo his child's name,
For the West took the son of the greatest of forest kings.
I had a sudden urge again to write a poem; this time it was in physics class! It was only a rough draft, though, and I redid it at 4AM in the morning while doing a take-home psychology test, and TA-DA!!! Here it is, copied from the original manuscript written in the back of my psychology test. It's a few lines shorter than the first poem, and I scrapped the idea to have the rhyming pairs match in syllables because, when it's 4AM in the morning, I don't really want to keep counting with my fingers over and over again! The rhyming scheme is also different, with the rhyme coming after every other line instead of the next line. It's also grouped together in verses of four lines. Anyway, the poem's main character is Thranduil, although the poem is mainly about Legolas' life, culminating in the end when he finally leaves to go to the West. I was always interested about what Thranduil's reaction and feelings would have been about Legolas' decision to leave Middle-earth, and so I wrote it down in another depressing poem. Also, please excuse my apparent apathy towards Tolkien trivia because I have only known about Legolas through the movie and the back of the ROTK book. Feel free to correct me if anything about the poem is blatantly historically inaccurate because I hate getting things wrong, but I'm sure I can make up another rhyming pair to replace whatever is wrong in the poem.
Deep in the vast forest of Mirkwood,
There lived the greatest of forest kings;
Great wealth and fame amass he would,
But it is of a newborn son he now sings.
Born to him so elven-fair
With eyes bright and blue,
And sun-golden was his hair
With skin of ivory hue.
Grow did his child
Noble and slender and tall,
Living his life running wild
In the forest from winter till fall.
So joyous was his son in the forest kingdom,
For the trees called his child's name,
But the king knew evil will come,
For its shadow already came.
Thus he taught his son the knife and bow
For when the drums of war will sound,
And, when the time comes, they will know
Where the evil will be found.
Yet the shadow still troubled the great king's mind,
Even thought joy to him his child brought;
For, when the time comes, he knows he will find
That it is his son's departure that will be sought.
And farewell to his son he did bid
When news of evil came,
And send his child he did
To the Council in his name.
But little did the king know,
As he said to his child goodbye,
Of the burden his son will tow
When he hears the seagulls cry.
Achieve the king did great wealth and fame,
But it is of a departing son he now sings.
The trees still echo his child's name,
For the West took the son of the greatest of forest kings.