A light shines softly through the leaves,
an elf is running in the trees,
the orc is trailing on the ground,
he’ll chase the elf all the world round,
the elf can’t stop his terrored flight,
and no salvation lies in sight,
the orc runs on the end is near,
the scent upon the air is fear,
the elf now knows that he will fail,
and trapped in fear begins to flail,
the orc now feels its time for fun,
his feast of elf flesh has begun.
The dead marhes through the eyes of a child who witnessed it. Though it may be your initial reponse, please keep in mind that it is not based off any real characture from Lord of the Rings. I made this one all up. Please comment.