Sindarin son of Thranduil
In Mirkwood’s growing shadows dwelt.
In Elven halls of fantasy
Beneath the stars, under the trees.
Gone, the years of complacency:
No more the magic dinner feasts,
Deer driven out by cunning beasts.
The shadows grew a doom to tell
That must be brought to Rivendell.
A culminating prophecy.

At Elrond’s table tales were told
Of Nazgul seen and rings of gold;
As tempers flared he made his case
To aid a friend, defend his race —
Irked by the Dwarf’s obduracy.
A strange pact forged in anger joined
Thranduil’s son and son of Gloin.
Nine walkers made the choice that day,
A journey planned and then away
Burdened with the war’s urgency.

O’er barren lands to Mordor’s mines.
Orcs the least threat his bow would find –
Fell victims of his accuracy.
Through dark and danger, fire and flame,
The Balrog’s whip and fiery mane.
At last escaping at great cost –
Their guide, their friend, the Wizard lost.
Despairing in their misery,
Still pressing on o’er glade they ran,
Into the trees – enchanted land –
In Lorien’s woods to find release:
A time to mourn, a time of peace,
Until the fateful prophecy…

A boat ride South to Amon Hen,
Where Rauros falls, the River ends;
As did the Fellowship that day.
Two hobbits gone; two swept away
By orcs, Saruman’s progeny.
And Boromir succumbed at last,
Then lost his life while standing fast
Against the orcs foul piracy.
To Rohan fast on foot they flew
To find their friends, their bonds renew.
Into the Fanghorn woods they dared –
A meeting caught them unprepared:
The White Wizard’s conspiracy.

Dark days grew darker as they tread
Where none would go – Paths of the Dead.
There Aragorn cast off his doubts;
His power drove the dead to rout
To usher in his legacy.
On Anduin the dead host sailed
Vows were fulfilled — the host prevailed.
Yet in triumph on Gondor’s field,
Legolas knew his doom was sealed
While gulls called o’er the war’s frenzy.

As Denothor spurned Gandalf’s plea,
Snared by his own complicity.
Frodo and Samwise journeyed on.
The company looked for the dawn
While battle raged on endlessly,
Fighting the fell and monstrous beasts.
They bravely suffered selflessly
Until the reign of Sauron ceased,
The ring destroyed, the lands released;
The King was crowned; the world knew peace.
For Legolas – dichotomy…

Such wonders have I known and seen,
Such friends I’ve had, such victories,
Such joy I’ve felt beneath the leaves…
No more for me… no more to be…

Ne’er more at rest under the tree,
My home become a fallacy.
Gulls on the shore call out to me;
The tides rise in supremacy.
A yearning born from dormancy
Waking me from complacency.
My heart cries out for clemency,
For succor from the thing it seeks —
The doom proclaimed in prophecy.
Will my heart never more run free?
Until at last it finds release
Beside the sea… beyond the sea…