
(เผบ ๐๐๐๐ เผป) Son of the Greenwood
โโโโโโใ โง ใโโโโโ ๐ฅธ โโโโโใ โง ใโโโโโโ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ก ๐ข๐ ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ก๐ช๐ข๐ข๐ ๊ง ๊ฅ ๊ง ๐๐๐๐ โ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ค โโโโโโใ โง ใโโโโโ ๐ฅธ โโโโโใ โง ใโโโโโโ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐ญ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ง ๐ข ๐ฅรณ๐ฆ๐ รบ๐ฏ๐ ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ง' ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฅ๐ฏ๐จ โโพโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโฝโ โWhen the stars were youngโฆ and the forest still remembered every nameโฆ there walked one, swift as breath, light as shadow.โ โNo crown. No throne. Yet the trees still speak of him.โ Legolasโฆ the arrow of the elder wood. โโพโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโฝโ โฑ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โฐ He walks in silence, leaves make way, The dawn leans closer when he stays. A bow in hand, no war to claim, Yet peace itself whispers his name. โฑ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โฐ Eyes like stars, calm and wide, A forest breathes when he's besideโฆ โฑ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โฐ He is the arrow, bright and true, Gliding where the moonlight grew. No shadow clings, no fear can bind, For he walks where stars still shine. โฑ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โฐ A friend to stone, to river's bend, Where silence starts, he finds its end. He speaks in glances, light and few, The breeze replies โ it always knew. โฑ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โฐ He walked with nine through dark and flame, Beside the halflings, without shame. He stood for hope, for hearts so small โ And raised them high when shadows fall. โฑ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โฐ With dwarf and ranger at his side, Three hearts that never split nor lied. Stone and sword, and leaf in flame โ In every step, one soul, one name. โฑ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โฐ โElenath nรณrienna, nรก caure linna...โ (To the starsโ path, his song flows...) โTuilรซ mi laurรซa, nai elen siluva.โ (In golden spring โ may a star shine.) โฑ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โฐ He is the arrow, bright and true, Gliding where the moonlight grew. No shadow clings, no fear can bind, For he walks where stars still shine. โฑ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โฐ โSome say he was born of wind and leafโฆโ โA leaf that never touched the groundโฆโ โAnd though the world may shift and breakโฆ his step makes not a sound.โ โฑ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โฐ He is the arrow, bright and true, Ever light, forever newโฆ โฑ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โฐ โธจ ๐ฅธ โธฉ โธจ ๐ฅธ โธฉ โธจ ๐ฅธ โธฉ

