Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings. Rather obvious.
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The Moon and the Sun
(A quick AU poem. Could Arwen be the one Legolas cares for more than anything?)
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Eyes scanning the crowd that made his heart beat
Of every person he was forced today to meet.
Who would be the one that would catch his heart so?
And bear the title that he so did woe
Golden locks that never would match his own
Eyes that locked and touches that made shiver to the bone
Granting requests of endless melodies in dance
As gracefully along the grand hall did they prance.
Yet the night took its long forbidden toll,
And none were picked as his match, as his whole.
He went outside into the deep gardens of night.
And there he beheld a breathtaking sight.
A figure whose beauty you would not compare to the moon.
Hands in prayer so that her presence may be left soon.
Unhappy these eyes that were forced to be there.
A body attired in a beautifully woven clothe, but worn without
care.
Blue eyes looking up in a look of pure chaste.
Full red lips, so eager he was to taste.
So lithe and small yet beaming with might.
That she may survive the pressure of this night,
For so like himself was she brought to feel.
Before a chosen husband she was to kneel.
To lock her freedom in her heart's dreams,
To end her happiness, or so to her it seems.
And words whispered softly blown away by the breeze
Words no one should hear, besides the birds and trees.
'Sinome na i olorillo indoart'
Here are the dreams of my heart
As her soft fingers untwined and opened to sight.
In her palm she held the beauty of the night.
A sight more beautiful than an enchanted lagoon
In her grasp she held the sparkle of the moon.
He walked up to her and brushed his hand across her knees
She looked up as her hair rode through the gentle breeze.
And as their eyes locked in the in a circle in a whole
He knew he had found the second part of his soul.
Gently their hands became as one.
The moon entranced with the colour of the sun.
He gracefully pulled her body to stand.
And brought her close to the melodies of the band.
She laid her head on his chest with a sigh.
Knowing if she left his arms she would surely die.
And like that they stayed through the depths of the hour.
As their pleased parents watched from the nearest tower.
For that night an allegiance was made, as it always should,
Between the daughter of Rivendell and the son of Mirkwood.
A Princess and a Prince, Arwen and Legolas as one.
The dark beauty of the moon, and the striking purity of the sun.
And as the melody departed from the air of the night,
So did the trance, as quickly as it came, it took its flight,
And lower did the Prince his head for a chance not to miss
And captured her lips in a breathtaking kiss.
A seal of the love that they would always share,
A show of devotion that they would always care.
A promise of wonder of the life yet to begin.
That they live their life, pure, without sin.
So the story goes with happiness to end.
The couple lived on, there lives themselves to fend.
And the land of Elves became as one,
As they lived under the rule of the moon and the sun.
~~~END~~~
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A/N: Comments anyone? I'd really appreciate them. It's been a while since I've written any poetry, so please tell me if it sucked or not.
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The Moon and the Sun
(A quick AU poem. Could Arwen be the one Legolas cares for more than anything?)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eyes scanning the crowd that made his heart beat
Of every person he was forced today to meet.
Who would be the one that would catch his heart so?
And bear the title that he so did woe
Golden locks that never would match his own
Eyes that locked and touches that made shiver to the bone
Granting requests of endless melodies in dance
As gracefully along the grand hall did they prance.
Yet the night took its long forbidden toll,
And none were picked as his match, as his whole.
He went outside into the deep gardens of night.
And there he beheld a breathtaking sight.
A figure whose beauty you would not compare to the moon.
Hands in prayer so that her presence may be left soon.
Unhappy these eyes that were forced to be there.
A body attired in a beautifully woven clothe, but worn without
care.
Blue eyes looking up in a look of pure chaste.
Full red lips, so eager he was to taste.
So lithe and small yet beaming with might.
That she may survive the pressure of this night,
For so like himself was she brought to feel.
Before a chosen husband she was to kneel.
To lock her freedom in her heart's dreams,
To end her happiness, or so to her it seems.
And words whispered softly blown away by the breeze
Words no one should hear, besides the birds and trees.
'Sinome na i olorillo indoart'
Here are the dreams of my heart
As her soft fingers untwined and opened to sight.
In her palm she held the beauty of the night.
A sight more beautiful than an enchanted lagoon
In her grasp she held the sparkle of the moon.
He walked up to her and brushed his hand across her knees
She looked up as her hair rode through the gentle breeze.
And as their eyes locked in the in a circle in a whole
He knew he had found the second part of his soul.
Gently their hands became as one.
The moon entranced with the colour of the sun.
He gracefully pulled her body to stand.
And brought her close to the melodies of the band.
She laid her head on his chest with a sigh.
Knowing if she left his arms she would surely die.
And like that they stayed through the depths of the hour.
As their pleased parents watched from the nearest tower.
For that night an allegiance was made, as it always should,
Between the daughter of Rivendell and the son of Mirkwood.
A Princess and a Prince, Arwen and Legolas as one.
The dark beauty of the moon, and the striking purity of the sun.
And as the melody departed from the air of the night,
So did the trance, as quickly as it came, it took its flight,
And lower did the Prince his head for a chance not to miss
And captured her lips in a breathtaking kiss.
A seal of the love that they would always share,
A show of devotion that they would always care.
A promise of wonder of the life yet to begin.
That they live their life, pure, without sin.
So the story goes with happiness to end.
The couple lived on, there lives themselves to fend.
And the land of Elves became as one,
As they lived under the rule of the moon and the sun.
~~~END~~~
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A/N: Comments anyone? I'd really appreciate them. It's been a while since I've written any poetry, so please tell me if it sucked or not.