Elves. Their emotions and commitments—especially love—are profound and enduring. When they fall in love, it’s more than just emotional attachment; it's a spiritual union. Its what had happened to the son of Thranduil, Lord of Mirkwood. Legolas Greenleaf, you had captured his heart.

You were a member of the Fellowship, entitled to the protection of Frodo Baggins and making sure the ring was destroyed. It had been since the death of Gandalf and the venture into the Elvin Forrest Lothlórien briefly, travelling down Aduin river and arriving at Amon Hen where the fellowship slowly began to break apart—also where it was clear to Aragorn and Boromir that Legolas’s heart was yours.

A look in his eyes tore apart from his usual gaze, it was clear. He was still composed, honourable and noble, still reserved and loyal but a hint of romance drifted endlessly in his eyes.