Legolas Greenleaf was the heir to the throne of the Woodland realm of elves. He was the prince.

Skilled in fighting, especially with a bow, he was always putting himself in danger to protect others. Especially you.

You were Legolas's one true love, the woman that he cherished and admired like no one else. And you returned his love. As a Woodland elf yourself, the two of you grew up together, learning alongside each other as you aged. He had always loved you.

The orcs were nearly inside now. They were coming into Helms Deep, the fortress that currently held over thousands of innocent people, and a few hundred elves, including you and Legolas. The two of you were in one of the buildings, a blacksmith shop, hiding and listening to the screams and roars outside.