The Elven Prince of Jonathan Ronald Reul Tolkien

To Rivendell he came,
On a majestic steed of silver and white,
Ill news he bore,
Of Gollum’s escape by orcs of Mordor everyone must be told.

Son of a King,
Prince of a land,
Thranduil King is his father,
Mirkwood is his home.

A journey he went on,
Evil on his tail,
Time was not on their side,
With the Fellowship of the Ring he must push on.

Of the Snowy Mountains of Caradhras he raided,
Light-footed and without falter did he,
A deserted Mine of Moria he entered,
Upheld till the end by Balin the Dwarf.

Come Goblins, Come Orcs,
Come Trolls, Come the Shadow of Doom,
Flee, they did, to the Bridge of Khazad-Dum.
In Lothlorien did they seek refuge,
Under Galadriel’s wing they hid,
Before sailing south down the Great River of Anduin.

A loyal friend he remained to Aragorn the future King of Gondor,
As the Fellowship parted ways at the Falls of Rauros,
Travel they did into the realm of Rohan,
With a grave mission at heart.
To retrieve their dear little Hobbit friends it was,
Before they came too late into the reaches of Saruman the White.

Into the Forests of Fangorn they were led,
Into the Golden Hall of Theoden the Kind they arrived,
To Helm’s Deep they fled,
Before grief rained down upon him in the form of Wargs.

Aragorn he lost,
Nearly to death his heart broke,
Yet surprise came to him from a mutual enemy of almost centuries,
And consoled him Master Gimli the Dwarf did,
Whom into the Glittering Caves he promised he will go.

But wait,
Not all hope is lost,
For fall Aragorn did not,
But bore dire news of a battle that was soon to come.

Fear he have not,
Armed to the teeth with loyalty and courage,
Friends and comrades,
Fought to the death he did.

Dawn broke,
A red sun rose,
For blood had been shed,
And lives had been lost.

Victory was at hand,
Yet defeat was closer,
Hence to Gondor they marched,
To the Eye of Sauron they must face head-on.

Till the end he remained,
From the Battle of The Pelennor Fields,
Deep into the dark Land of Mordor,
Fall the Tower of Barad-Dur did,
Falter he did not,
Not even once would he allow it.

A graceful creature he is,
Skilled with the bow and arrows,
Wise and immortal,
Everlasting he will be in my heart,
Forever he will be in my memories.

Son of a King,
Prince of a Land,
Thranduil King is his father,
Mirkwood is his home,
In Middle-Earth he dwell,
In Lord of the Rings he will remain.
Legolas Greenleaf the Master Elf he is known as,
The most favourite fictional character he is to me,
And forever will be.