You were hooded and standing at the foot of legolas's bed. Your bright eyes peering at the elf's unconscious body. You were obsessed. The quarrels and feuds you had with him got you hooked. You'd been doing this for 2 months, but god how you adored him. A white rose and necklace you hand picked and handmade lay on Legolas's nightstand. Your eyes still look at the elf's face, body, legs... Until he starts to stretch and wake. And groan.