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Summary: This poem's 'bout a friend, told as though Dan and (young) Estel are having a conversation when Dan is telling/showing him about/to the friend. Hope you'll enjoy this one, and sorry for not updating for ages upon ages!
"Do you see, dear brother, that Elf over there?"
"Do you mean the one that has the fair hair?"
"Yes, Estel. He is my friend."
"Tell me what his name is, then!"
"It is very easy, you have heard of him before.
Or, you would have, if you didn't think ada was a bore."
"I do not, but if you wish, I will play your silly game.
I guess, if I must, I will try to guess his name."
"Three hints I will give you, do you understand?"
"Yes, dear brother, I am a grown Man!"
"He is an Elf of Mirkwood, you see.
Since he was born, he has lived under tree."
"That is hint one, dear brother, but that just won't do.
I am sorry, 'Dan, I just can't guess who."
"Another hint, I think, would bring thanks:
He is often the victim of one of our pranks."
"That's very cruel, how is he your friend?
You'd think pranks like yours would put that to an end!"
"Not very funny, dear brother, but laugh while you may.
You're fun may just as well end here today.
But because I am your brother, I will give you one more:
He is one of the Prince's that come to our Door."
"That last hint was certainly different, I must say.
But I am ready to give my answer, if i may."
"Of course, my brother, tell away!"
"I beleive his the elf that you pranked before,
Using the boobie trap you made at the door.
The fact that he is from Mirkwood has narrowed it down.
I know that he is not related to you clowns."
"Ha, ha, not funny, Estel, you're getting too old.
Of this mystery Elf, you have not yet told."
"When you told me he is a prince, you gave it away.
It's Legolas Greenleaf, and he's here to stay!"
Author's note: If ANYONE can think of a better title (I bet you can!), please lemmie know! just submit your idea in a review!
Summary: This poem's 'bout a friend, told as though Dan and (young) Estel are having a conversation when Dan is telling/showing him about/to the friend. Hope you'll enjoy this one, and sorry for not updating for ages upon ages!
"Do you see, dear brother, that Elf over there?"
"Do you mean the one that has the fair hair?"
"Yes, Estel. He is my friend."
"Tell me what his name is, then!"
"It is very easy, you have heard of him before.
Or, you would have, if you didn't think ada was a bore."
"I do not, but if you wish, I will play your silly game.
I guess, if I must, I will try to guess his name."
"Three hints I will give you, do you understand?"
"Yes, dear brother, I am a grown Man!"
"He is an Elf of Mirkwood, you see.
Since he was born, he has lived under tree."
"That is hint one, dear brother, but that just won't do.
I am sorry, 'Dan, I just can't guess who."
"Another hint, I think, would bring thanks:
He is often the victim of one of our pranks."
"That's very cruel, how is he your friend?
You'd think pranks like yours would put that to an end!"
"Not very funny, dear brother, but laugh while you may.
You're fun may just as well end here today.
But because I am your brother, I will give you one more:
He is one of the Prince's that come to our Door."
"That last hint was certainly different, I must say.
But I am ready to give my answer, if i may."
"Of course, my brother, tell away!"
"I beleive his the elf that you pranked before,
Using the boobie trap you made at the door.
The fact that he is from Mirkwood has narrowed it down.
I know that he is not related to you clowns."
"Ha, ha, not funny, Estel, you're getting too old.
Of this mystery Elf, you have not yet told."
"When you told me he is a prince, you gave it away.
It's Legolas Greenleaf, and he's here to stay!"