Reflections in dark places
Sometimes I wonder about this Woodland Elf,
it seems he knows me better, than I know myself.
He invites me to visit him and climb up in his trees,
but the very thought of such heights makes me weak in the knees.
When I told him of my home and he saw the Glittering Caves,
he acted excited as if he'd been underground all of his days.
I think he is just being polite, he puts up with my outbursts even in spite,
and hoists me onto horseback, and insures I am alright.
Legolas may be a pointy eared Elf,
But I canna help but love him, in spite of myself.