I OWN NO THING. SUCH AS ARAGORN, ARWEN, OR LORD OF THE RINGS.
This is a my fav type of poetry, btw. Limericks rock. V(^.^)V

Strider Strider,
What a fighter,
Can swing his sword,
And throw his fire.
But when he sees his little elf,
His his head much lighter,
And his his breeches MUCH tighter,
He sneaks to her room with stealth.

**copyright M.E. Bonk**