Disclaimer: This filk is not intended to infringe on any rights by Tolkien or the estate thereof. It is merely a story from my imagination regarding Tolkien's characters. I write it in honor of those characters and I make no profit on it whatsoever.
Audio copy: You can listen to this story on my podcast: There Are Three of Me. It is read (not sung) in S1E6. You can find There Are Three of Me on Spotify, Google Podcasts, and Anchor.fm.
by Ainaechoiriel
Amazing Elf,
How light his feet
That run upon the snow.
How beautiful
The moon at night
That sets
His eyes aglow.
Through many dangers
Toils and snares
He comes through unscarred.
T'is grace of his
Eldar genes
That makes
Wounding him so hard.
He kills them with
His bow so fast
And also with his knives.
He's saved all his friends
At least once in the films.
They owe
Him all their lives.
We are his fans
Ten thousands strong
Young and old and all between
From every country
On this earth.
How can
We all be wrong?
A/N: Written for the International Legolas Month Song Parody Palooza at HASA.
The End
©copyright 2004 Gabrielle Lawson
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