Legolas' Lament                       

Once Iíve wandered
through greenleaved Mirkwood
blithe and innocent
as a morning in spring.
My eyes beheld beauty
in all the things around me.

I knew nothing
of evil and danger then -

those were words
out of ancient songs.

Beyond menís memory

these days have passed.
My eyes have seen

darkness and shadow since,
my fingers bent
the bowstring
far too many times -
my arrows
never go astray.
Death and destruction
have become too familiar.

Too many tears
have I seen falling
from my companionsí eyes
mourning the loss
of beloved friends.
Iím supposed to be
unless Iím slain.
But something
within my heart
has already

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