Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| All I Want for Yuletide |
To the tune of Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Yuletide". |
| I don't want a dwarf for Yuletide: I've heard tell they delve too deep. I know some find whips exciting, But Orcs are one race you can keep. I just want you for my own, Blessed Thranduilion. Make my wish come true: All I want for Yuletide is you. Bolgers, Brandybucks, and Baggins Have their virtues, I've been warned; And aye, those splendid sons of Gondor, Strapping lads with wondrous horns; Finwë's sons, they bear the jewels, These are facts I can't deny. And the horse-lords, hair all golden, They would take me for a ride... But I just want you for my own, Blessed Thranduilion. Make my wish come true: All I want for Yuletide is you. Oh, I won't ask for much this Yuletide, No more than every other lass, 'Neath the trees of now-fair Greenwood, Or on Ithilien's luscious grass: Lórien cloak falls from your shoulders, Better for to see you, dear. You won't even hear the sea's call When I whisper in your ear: "I just want you for my own, Blessed Thranduilion. Make my wish come true: Meleth, all I want for Yuletide is you." And as our lips draw closer, Ageless skin on new-born fire, Fingers brush 'gainst ear-tips, Proving it's you I desire. The deeds of war are all done, Now it's time to have some fun. Leg'las, won't you play? What more can I say? You are the one that I need. Aye, those splendid sons of Gondor, Strapping lads with wondrous horns; And the horse-lords, hair all golden, They would take me for a ride... But I just want you for my own, Blessed Thranduilion. Make my wish come true: Meleth, all I want for Yuletide is you. |