Author's Note: I am not a Legol-ite. But I think this is what they feel when they see him.
Dweller of the wood,
thou art the son of kings.
The thought of your smile
bears my heart up on wings.
I wish I could stand near
and whisper my devotion
in your keen elven-ear.
Yet you know me not,
and I cannot go to thee.
My call goes unanswered
as you stand 'neath a tree.
Alas! I do not have a claim
I and other maidens
who see thee and weep.
Our hearts desire in vain..
For, with our hearts in hand
you walk through a world
in which we cannot stand.
But, Legolas of Mirkwood
fair elf with high brow,
you know not of our love,
yet a great following hast thou!