To the tune of Mariah Carey's "All I Want 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.