He wasn’t the first to seek my favour in Fangorn Forest;
Many a knight-errant had stumbled through, in pursuit of excellence.
He resembled a child entertaining a tiger cub with a long stick,
Rather than a warrior fending off an apex predator.
I was particularly indifferent to his beauty –
His locks parodied Absalom’s infamous mane.
I was therefore stupefied to find my trunk impaled, and
Realised that despite my longevity, I’d misjudged her formidability.