Farewell

Fare thee well,
the green of trees
in the never-ending forest
I came of age long ago

Fare thee well,
my friends, beloved brethren
give me a moment,
to capture your face
engraved in my heart, forever

Fare thee well,
of courting dangers
bitter arguments, fellow colleagues
we fought fiercely,
knowing each moment could be our last,
in silent comraderie,
thick as thieves.

Fare thee well,
there is none for me here,
but for slabs of stone,
testaments of old valour
with names, and statues
of long-gone friends
farewell

Farewell.

A/N : Another of my variations of how Legolas might have felt like leaving Middle Earth. Somehow, I feel that this can also apply for all wood elves or even elves in general may apply...but heck, I hope you enjoyed this! =)

Edited : Spell check done!