Walking Wood Walker Works

[Pyrus]

He was high on romani ale that night, as he walks, poetry is conjured in his mind, a favoured past time amongst his kin, who valued art

I was borned in a place, of barriers without walls
Out I came, into places with halls
Many I met, seen much I had
across a thousand miles I already have
cities rise, heroes climb
flying high , the common strife
hearts of man, ugly and vile
sorrows deep, the sighing comes
into the deep, i will go
back to barriers without walls
place of tall friends, i call home

He smiles happily as he walked into …........

((A clue to whoever seeks the elf, close friends would know the answer))