Örome, Elf Friend

- Highland Elf
On a horse plated in gold,
Evil he was in rumours of old,
A hunter he is cloaked in black,
Or so the Elves were told in the land far back.

Terrible in wars,
Just like an eagle, his horse in gold soars,
He rides through the dark, he rides through the dim,
And all the Elf nobles, care for him.