Legolas Greenleaf

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L ight filters through forest canopy yet
E ven when darkness falls the tale continues
G reen leaf and bark of tree older than time
O ver hills and under mountains to find
L eaving home was more difficult than fighting
A s orcs crawled over the unspoiled plains and
S eas beyond reckoning call your name

G reeting friends from far off places
R eaching for stars and stooping for flowers
E ven when trouble comes and it seems that
E ver will you be far from home and hearts belonging
N ever will you see forests again, yet
L earning things that had long been forgotten had
E arned a place in memory’s vaults
A nd time seems to stop in perfect moments,
F or life is a bittersweet sorrowing.
"....I hold with those who favor fire", Frost




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E ven when trouble comes and it seems that

That's the only line that doesn't seem to fit. All the other lines sound good, but that one just sounds . . . off.

Maybe something ilke, "Every time" instead of Even? Though maybe that's too simple.

Lovely poem overall. :)




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I could go either way with the "even" thing. Really like it, though, you do good charecter poems.
"In a sort of ghastly simplicity we remove the organ and demand the function...We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful." ~C.S. Lewis




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You don't want to see the Frodo one. I did it for Sage, she got a chuckle, but it's baaaaad.
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oh wow!! this poem is a brand tribute to Legolas!*melts at his thought*

the imagery is grand and i love how the letters spell out his name... awesome originality!!

i loved these lines
"A nd time seems to stop in perfect moments,
F or life is a bittersweet sorrowing."
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