Taromir the light hearted

[short flute Intro] [Verse 1] They call him rogue, a scoundrel, a little brash. But Taromir, the charmer, would flash a burning dash. Words his strength, his silver tongue so bright. Spinning tales by the firelight. [Verse 2] From a family of legends, more than fingers can count. He used this fact, his heritage to mount. At campfires and taverns, his stories would ring. Earning gold and favors, oh the joy they'd bring. [Chorus] Taromir, oh, with words you weave your fate... Taromir, A charming rogue, on luck's hand you skate... From a family of heroes, you claim your part, Taromir, With songs pouring from your heart.... [Flute Interlude] [Bridge] But coins and lasses' lace, no longer filled his soul, His conscience in discourse, seeking a hero's role. "Why not me?" he pondered, "A hero I could be," But for that, a band of mates, to complement his spree. [Verse 3] Many weaknesses he had, he'd need a sturdy crew, To balance out his flaws, and start his life anew. For deep inside the rogue, a hero's heart did beat, With every tale and song, his destiny he'd meet. [Chorus] Taromir, oh, with words you weave your fate... Taromir, A charming rogue, on luck's hand you skate... From a family of heroes, you claim your part, Taromir, With songs pouring from your heart.... [Outro] So here's to Taromir, may his journey be bold... In search of true valor, and stories yet untold... For in the heart of a rogue, lies a hero's spark... Ready to ignite, and dispel the dark.