Here I sit on my high flet,
Where all can see, I'm not dead yet.
*sigh*
Sipping some wine and eating my lembas
Watching all that happens on Caradhras.
Such tales of wonder, bravery and woe,
Reach me in Lorien, from whence I don't go.
News of my demise, somewhat premature,
Spread by so many, so hard to adjure.
Oh well. Such is the life of a fictional elf.
Now, just a few words with this Peter Jackson,
I'd have for myself.
Just wondering, exactly, how fast can he run?
Archery practice, with him, might be fun... >:-