Thranduil

Pride's Wrath tore the Air  
from Mirkwood, now the Silver Grey;  
I can see a Prince, an Heir    
That does not Obey.    
    
For he used to be a King -    
a fair one, with scars.    
Probably some amber rings    
noble, like a star.    
   
It was heard that in a swamp    
where Frodo Once Fell    
White-Haired Elitist revamped;    
the pure racial Self.    
   
Oropherion's successor with a crown,    
has been contemplating for a while    
"He has truly fucking won!"    
And he started hitting with adolescent vibe.    
   
Suddenly he youth regained;    
Still, a King in a Throne Hall;    
Why do I need the throne, oh Lady Bane!    
To another King you've shown it all    
   
I hate you, I will murder him!    
He didn't say out of pitiful evil    
Rather manly passion from within    
A Sword Fight he initiated - so medieval.    
   
He walked haughtily in Fingon's hall    
unexpecting, in a humble bliss,    
Thranduil has started hitting him with all    
he had, as he was pissed.    
   
"I will kill you!" ~    
Rivalry of the Highness    
You said " Will you... will you"    
And she answered yes.    
   
(Thranduil's tears)    
   
A sound that never mine is.