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Suprise! "Legolas DIES!" isn't all just stories. This is a rather Dr. Seussian poem. I don't know why it turned out that way. My brother loves it, for some reason.
For an EXCELLENT even more Seussian poem, please read "That Legolas, Man" by leggy-stinks. It's a hilarious story, and it's located in my favorites. In fact, read all of leggy-stinks's stories.
Legolas Greenleaf, out walking one day An orc did he spy, and thought he would slay
So creeping so softly upon his quarry, Never thinking for this he'd be sorry!
The orc was a scout for quite large a battallion, Rows upon rows, and Nazguls riding black stallions!
Poor Leggy crept closer and closer to doom, And meanwhile the servants were cleaning his room.
Never thinking their fair prince would never come back, Their elf prince would become quite tasty a snack.
So blind was he to all else as he crept towards, The lone orc mapping out the ways of the fjords
He tripped on a tree root, and fell on his face! The orc scout turned around, and then began to race
Back to his commander, to give his report, "An elf in the woods, and elves are such sport!"
"Then haste, bring him hither," his commander replied "Us Nazgul just love to deal with nasty spies."
So Leggy was brought to the Black Rider crying, But no-one thought to give heed to his whining.
"You can't do this to me!" Leggy screamed out. "My Daddy's a king!" but he quieted to a shout.
"He'll hit all your heads," he hissed in a whisper But not a thing moved, moved not a whisker.
He whimpered in fright, and Orcses moved near, Hasty to be the first to be the cause of his fear.
Leggy-boy screamed, it was the last sound he uttered, "You foolish orcs!" the head Nazgul sputtered.
"It was I should have done it! I! Me! Myself! 'Twas I who should have done in the elf!
Our Master will hear of this, see if he doesn't! And the fates he devises sure won't be pleasant."
The orcs all wailed in the utmost distress, The noise of which scared all the birds from their nests.
"Oh please, don't tell Master what happened just now, For we know what he'll give us, oh boy, and how!"
The Nazgul just grinned, what a horrible sight, And told them all that it would be all right.
"Just find some green herbs, po-ta-toes and you, Will help me feast on a Mirkwood Elf Stew!"
The Orcses all did this, and danced through the night And from experience, that stew tasted all right.
You may be sad for your Leggy, all you and sundry But he is a hero! For those orcs were hungry!
Because of his nutritious body so slim, The company owes their victory to him.
Without his nourishment, they would not have won, Thranduil's kingdom owes their fall to his son.
The end.
Kindly let me know what you think. :D
Suprise! "Legolas DIES!" isn't all just stories. This is a rather Dr. Seussian poem. I don't know why it turned out that way. My brother loves it, for some reason.
For an EXCELLENT even more Seussian poem, please read "That Legolas, Man" by leggy-stinks. It's a hilarious story, and it's located in my favorites. In fact, read all of leggy-stinks's stories.
Legolas Greenleaf, out walking one day An orc did he spy, and thought he would slay
So creeping so softly upon his quarry, Never thinking for this he'd be sorry!
The orc was a scout for quite large a battallion, Rows upon rows, and Nazguls riding black stallions!
Poor Leggy crept closer and closer to doom, And meanwhile the servants were cleaning his room.
Never thinking their fair prince would never come back, Their elf prince would become quite tasty a snack.
So blind was he to all else as he crept towards, The lone orc mapping out the ways of the fjords
He tripped on a tree root, and fell on his face! The orc scout turned around, and then began to race
Back to his commander, to give his report, "An elf in the woods, and elves are such sport!"
"Then haste, bring him hither," his commander replied "Us Nazgul just love to deal with nasty spies."
So Leggy was brought to the Black Rider crying, But no-one thought to give heed to his whining.
"You can't do this to me!" Leggy screamed out. "My Daddy's a king!" but he quieted to a shout.
"He'll hit all your heads," he hissed in a whisper But not a thing moved, moved not a whisker.
He whimpered in fright, and Orcses moved near, Hasty to be the first to be the cause of his fear.
Leggy-boy screamed, it was the last sound he uttered, "You foolish orcs!" the head Nazgul sputtered.
"It was I should have done it! I! Me! Myself! 'Twas I who should have done in the elf!
Our Master will hear of this, see if he doesn't! And the fates he devises sure won't be pleasant."
The orcs all wailed in the utmost distress, The noise of which scared all the birds from their nests.
"Oh please, don't tell Master what happened just now, For we know what he'll give us, oh boy, and how!"
The Nazgul just grinned, what a horrible sight, And told them all that it would be all right.
"Just find some green herbs, po-ta-toes and you, Will help me feast on a Mirkwood Elf Stew!"
The Orcses all did this, and danced through the night And from experience, that stew tasted all right.
You may be sad for your Leggy, all you and sundry But he is a hero! For those orcs were hungry!
Because of his nutritious body so slim, The company owes their victory to him.
Without his nourishment, they would not have won, Thranduil's kingdom owes their fall to his son.
The end.
Kindly let me know what you think. :D
