Swift as a lightning strike
His arrows just as deadly,
The elf lord's wrath in unmerciful.
Fear not,
For he is kind and cunning
The boughs of the tree that makes his bow
Are crafted to fit a king
Alas!
Get not in his way
For the journey that lies ahead
Is dangerous is grim
To the Lands of Mordor do his travels take him
And for many centuries later
All of the elf nation will sing his song
Sing of the single elf brave enough
To face the Dark Lord
And live