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The song Legolas sings is actually a poem "Sea Fever" by John Masefield.

Thoughts before a journey

The sea breeze nipped at Legolas' bare skin and teased a few errant strands of long blonde hair. A small smile graced his face as he gazed outwards to the great expense

of water that stretched before his feet.

His mind however lay not at the journey before him but in roads already taken.

In his mind, he heard the hobbits bird-like voices and their merry laughter like the tinkling of silver against silver. Their humorous antics and cheerful dispositions were one of a kind.

"Merry… I'm hungry."

"Shut up Pippin!"


He hoped they were well.

Mithrandir had passed over the havens long ago and Legolas looked forward to the chance of seeing him again. Many a time had the gray pilgrim pulled the prince from mishaps and dangers, and his advice had guided him through many troubles.

Aragorn- his friend, his brother, his comrade. They had had many good times together and bad ones as well.

"Prissy elf!"

"Filthy human!"

He closed his eyes as he recalled their many adventures together.

And then there was Gimli. He paused as his thoughts traveled to the dwarf. Who would have thought that he, Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood who had lived for over two millennia and forged many bonds of friendship, would make his last journey with a dwarf? Of all races on Middle Earth-a dwarf.  Legolas grinned at the thought of what his father would say about that.

A familiar voice drifted though his thoughts, jerking him back to reality.

"Master elf, if you are quite done with your day dreaming, I should like to be started on our way. Unlike you, I do not have all of eternity."

The jest made the elf burst into peals of laughter although there was nothing quite so funny about it. When at last his mirth had died, he took a deep breath and walked towards the dwarf and the small vassal, singing softly to himself along the way.

I must go down to the seas again,

To the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again,

For the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume and the sea gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow- rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

The last notes of the song lingered in the air, mingling for a moment with the steady crash of waves before it too faded away leaving the sounds of the sea alone in  solitude. Legolas crept up behind the dwarf who was staring thoughtfully at nothing in particular and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Come my friend, let us leave these shores."

The end

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