The Fan

Pointy ears,
A beautiful smile,
his hair in an
elegant style

Lives in trees
and walks on snow,
strings three arrows
to his bow

Has a grand total
Of four movie lines
Not very smart ones
As everyone finds.

A long blond wig,
air-brushed eyes
all of his features
a pack of lies.

Vain enough to
Preen, prance and primp,
He is truly
Mirkwood's Golden Prince.

Tall and slender,
Dances as he fights,
I'm glad I'm mortal,
he's every elf maiden's delight.

Very strange garb,
Eyes of a non-descript hue
Don't know how I liked him,
When I knew about you