The accolades come to pass,
But the road goes ever on.
The fellowship is built to last,
And welcomed as the dawn.
A new day, the film's great birth
The book has graced the screen.
Beloved, comes our middle earth,
A place we all have been.
Characters we love so dear,
And keep within our hearts.
Brought to life, kept sincere,
Victors from the start.
The fellowship, our cherished gift,
Is given life anew.
Thank you for inspired vision,
To it we will hold true.
A fine blond one on a quest has gone
In fellowship of nine gone forth onward
Chosen as a symbol of the Elven kind
Arrows, bow, silent slippers feet be found shorn
From your limbs flow stealth and gentle grace-
Your aim does prove deadly.
Heart so faithful, true and vallian warrior!
Never turn from bravery!
Deeply touched, you feel the danger
A sence of sorrow; expression of care
Your face does set my heart alight
And your voice to me--fresh morning air.
Blond caresses your shoulders your face
Temples adorned with small braids tight.
One tall thin male is enough for me
But alas! we see a fading light!
Stayed true to his path, Legolas hath stayed
He has fought quite well as any
But wartime behind he chooses anew
To leave Middle Earth--sail far away
My song will end, for him will die
Its forces no further past his sea
Though stron was sung for the one I love
He untimely died before my eyes could see.
I'm suffocating
but I long to breathe
I'm paralyzed
but I long to stir
I'm silenced
but I long to shout
I'm blinded
but I long to gaze afar
my claws are cut
but I long to fight
my wings are broken
and I long to fly
away
- RosieCotton
