The Paradox of the Elvenking
Often perceived as fearsome,
yet in war he despised to come.
A crown of seasonal materials he wore,
which he do not need due to the aura he bore.
He might be viewed as villainous,
though he was not against a truce.
Shiny white gems he wished he had possessed,
but the to start a war over gems he oppressed.
A grudge is something he never had,
as seen in the hobbit he was not mad.
In forgiving he was not beyond,
though in forgetting he was not fond.
To see him in social endeavors was a rarity,
as his elves were his top priority.
For anyone he seemed to never care,
in reality he mostly thought fair.
Through many millenniums he persevered,
but the horrors of immortality always reappeared.
Through the death of his father,
he learned that control shall not waver.
His outside visage was tough,
yet inside it was madly rough.
Trauma and fear he tried to burry,
for his wounds he wished his son to never carry.
The hole in his heart cannot be filled,
as if an emptiness was deeply drilled.
His innocence he can never retrieve,
though in good deeds he did believe.
In his life he loved only a few,
but nothing can make his love subdue.
In leading his force he was truly vicious,
the deadly battle under the trees was victorious.
As the darkness ended and kingdoms shift,
to the undying lands elven rulers drift.
He must have been the last elf to leave,
for departing the green leaves he would grieve.
Some say he is still in his kingdom of wood,
to surely know you never could.
Others believe he would remain,
as long as time do not complain.
In rumors about him some people believe,
though that is left for you to perceive.
perhaps to age as a secret of the old.
