O Legolas
Green leaf fair
Starlight gleaming in thy hair
Light as wings your footsteps fell
On moon-kissed grass
Through sunlit dell

Slender bow drawn with fingers lean
Thy eyes piercing as lances keen
Fain would I have those eyes grace
Their starlit radiance upon my face
With arms slender and strong
To uplift me with laughter long
And sweet like the voice of water

Before dawn breaks and stars fade
Would I cherish a moment in this glade
When thy tender lips shall bestow a kiss
How I would swoon in enchanted bliss…

THE END

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