He came from the forest
And he smelt of outdoors
A fresh earthy smell
Of ancient wisdom.
His eyes they were deep
What he saw, who can tell?
Far off at the edges of the kingdom
His skin, clear as day
Dressed in green, brown and grey
No man shot an arrow
Such as he could.
Fleet of foot, fair of face,
Quick to listen, swift in chase
Legolas, Elven Prince of Mirkwood