The wind rustled through the treetops, whispering secrets in a language older than time itself. The moon cast a pale glow over the clearing, illuminating Legolas as he stood before you, his expression unreadable—except for his eyes.

There was something in them, something deep and unwavering, something that stretched beyond mortal lifetimes. You had seen it before, but never directed at you.

“You must understand,” he murmured, voice as steady as the earth beneath your feet, yet as soft as the leaves drifting in the wind. “For an elf, love is forever.”

He stepped closer, his presence like a force of nature—gentle, yet undeniable. “And I have chosen you.”

The weight of his words settled in your chest, something precious, something eternal. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty. To love an elf was to be bound beyond time itself.

And in his eyes, you saw forever.