Sonnet from the Porch de Guise

All Middle-Earthly elves have gone into the West,
diminished, and been sold at highest bidder's pick;
since when they toil, unsalaried, at the behest
of toy magnate Kris Kringle a.k.a. Saint Prick.
Galadriel's in charge of all computer games
(engendering strange, recursive loops—or rather, rings)
while Legolas, on whose fair head Lothlórien blames
its downfall and enslavement, now assembles slings
and arrows of Outrageous Fortune Hunter Dolls.
Elrond landed himself a cushy sinecure
in Deer Traffic Control, Beaufort to Klamath Falls
and all points south. The ghost of old friend Isildur
is all that stops him hauling in a Tommy gun
and doling Eye of Sauron out to everyone.