โ–โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ใ€Š โœง ใ€‹โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ๐–ฅธ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ใ€Š โœง ใ€‹โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ– ๐—ฆ๐—ข๐—ก ๐—ข๐—™ ๐—ง๐—›๐—˜ ๐—š๐—ฅ๐—˜๐—˜๐—ก๐—ช๐—ข๐—ข๐—— ๊ง ๊•ฅ ๊ง‚ ๐‹๐Ž๐“๐‘ โ€“ ๐•Š๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ƒ๐•–๐•˜๐• ๐•๐•’๐•ค โ–โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ใ€Š โœง ใ€‹โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ๐–ฅธ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ใ€Š โœง ใ€‹โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ– ๐„๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐š ๐š๐ง ๐ข ๐ฅรณ๐ฆ๐ž รบ๐ฏ๐š ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ง' ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ž๐ฅ๐ฏ๐จ โ‹†โ˜พโ‹†โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ‹†โ˜ฝโ‹† โ€œWhen the stars were youngโ€ฆ and the forest still remembered every nameโ€ฆ there walked one, swift as breath, light as shadow.โ€ โ€œNo crown. No throne. Yet the trees still speak of him.โ€ Legolasโ€ฆ the arrow of the elder wood. โ‹†โ˜พโ‹†โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ‹†โ˜ฝโ‹† โŠฑ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โŠฐ 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. โŠฑ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โŠฐ Eyes like stars, calm and wide, A forest breathes when he's besideโ€ฆ โŠฑ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โŠฐ 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. โŠฑ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โŠฐ 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. โŠฑ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โŠฐ 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. โŠฑ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โŠฐ 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. โŠฑ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โŠฐ โ€œElenath nรณrienna, nรก caure linna...โ€ (To the starsโ€™ path, his song flows...) โ€œTuilรซ mi laurรซa, nai elen siluva.โ€ (In golden spring โ€” may a star shine.) โŠฑ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โŠฐ 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. โŠฑ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โŠฐ โ€œSome say he was born of wind and leafโ€ฆโ€ โ€œA leaf that never touched the groundโ€ฆโ€ โ€œAnd though the world may shift and breakโ€ฆ his step makes not a sound.โ€ โŠฑ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โŠฐ He is the arrow, bright and true, Ever light, forever newโ€ฆ โŠฑ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โŠฐ โธจ ๐–ฅธ โธฉ โธจ ๐–ฅธ โธฉ โธจ ๐–ฅธ โธฉ