Journey Forth, An Errand Spend
My presence wanders free as a Wood Nymph.
Friends and foes, will scoff and jeer. My lovers, my kin; both shall neglect my name. 'Legolas, where do you roam?', cries they, 'why does absence keep thee?'
My promise to betroth a maiden of the Wood has fallen. And the beloved of my soul strays far from reach. Argue, one may, that I have led such Fate to my dwelling. Though regret takes no part of my heart. I am an Elf--and should the Nimrodel flow, I shall roam.
Perhaps, ambition to study this Earth and it's inhabitants possess me to keep to mine own. Or perhaps, I am far too proud to let words run rampant.
Be what it may, I, Legolas of Thranduil, remain. And come the day that Death passes through my fair and faultless skin--I am ever watchful.
My tales shall be told. But rest now I must, for I am weary.
Friends and foes, will scoff and jeer. My lovers, my kin; both shall neglect my name. 'Legolas, where do you roam?', cries they, 'why does absence keep thee?'
My promise to betroth a maiden of the Wood has fallen. And the beloved of my soul strays far from reach. Argue, one may, that I have led such Fate to my dwelling. Though regret takes no part of my heart. I am an Elf--and should the Nimrodel flow, I shall roam.
Perhaps, ambition to study this Earth and it's inhabitants possess me to keep to mine own. Or perhaps, I am far too proud to let words run rampant.
Be what it may, I, Legolas of Thranduil, remain. And come the day that Death passes through my fair and faultless skin--I am ever watchful.
My tales shall be told. But rest now I must, for I am weary.