Or I think so – how can I tell?
She was so small... Never before
I've seen an elven child... Oh, well.
Long seven years have passed now,
And she must be a pretty maid,
Like any other elf... you know, like "Wow!"
So, I don't know... but it is said
Among the forest folk of Kalurond,
(That's how that land is called)
About a maiden, who is fond
Of roasting dragons by a bolt
Of pure magic... And who knows?
She could well be that little girl,
Trying to somehow cut the paws
Of evil... that's a noble goal,
Although not all the dragons are
So cruel as that, whom I've met...
But, maybe, that day left a scar
In her young soul, made her afraid
Of any dragon, whom she meets.
Or maybe not... That's just a guess,
I really don't know much of this,
Only the rumors of that lass...
If memory does not deceive me,
