To my one and only Love,
When I first heard of your Love for me, I thought that it could never be true.
Oft I would fall into a reverie where there was only me an you, you lulling me to sleep
in your faultless soprano voice, a voice I know that would outshine any in the mortal or
elven race.
. Many a time you blessed me with your presence in a dream, and for that I hold you
even closer to my heart, if indeed that is humanly possible. For lo! Now I see the error
of my ways - taking an elven lady to be my lover was a mistake both grave and terrible.
Why could I not see the beauty around me then, in the mortal race, the race of my kin? I
looked too far afield and for wasting that time which we could have had together I am
most truly sorry. I was denying myself the peace of true love by tricking myself to
believe that I would be fulfilled with an Evenstar of the elves. Yes, I call her the
Evenstar, a rare splendour among her race, but not even her exquisite attractiveness
could compare to yours. Many a time I have imaged myself gazing into your soulful
brown orbs, reaching up to tuck an errant strand of hair behind one of your perfectly
formed rounded ears. How I have longed to touch you, or to at least talk to you! But
here I find myself at fault once again: never could I approach you, due in part to an
overwhelming shyness of mine, and in part the ever watchful eye of the Evenstar's
father. But I do not care for him, or the spawn of his marriage any more! All I care for
is being able to see you once again, not in a fantasy or dream, but in person, and to be
able to freely declare my undying Love for you without heeding who hears me and
judges me for it. Such is the strength of my Love for you; I would relinquish my throne
and live a pauper's life with you if that was your desire. But I would not be deprived of
all riches. Money maybe, but not the joy and satisfaction I would be certain to find in
your arms. But would you have me? For this is the true purpose of my brutally honest
declaration to you: I beseech you now with all my heart to let me know your whole
mind as to the love between us; for necessity compels me to plague you for a reply,
having been for more than a year now struck by the dart of love, and being uncertain
either of failure or of finding a place in your heart and affection. I would stop the
endless searching in my heart for love and take you as my wife, if you are in a like mind
as I. But if you are not, then I would seek your apologies for this forthright letter and
beg for the matter to be forgotten. And if this fate should come to pass, befalling me
with an injury more deadly than any sword thrust could strike, and you do as I request
of thee and forget my declaration of Love unbounded, I shall never forget you or how
you were the first, and most likely only, lady to touch my heart in this way for as long
as my years shall span.
Yours in Love and Hope,
Aragorn, Son of Arathorn
When I first heard of your Love for me, I thought that it could never be true.
Oft I would fall into a reverie where there was only me an you, you lulling me to sleep
in your faultless soprano voice, a voice I know that would outshine any in the mortal or
elven race.
. Many a time you blessed me with your presence in a dream, and for that I hold you
even closer to my heart, if indeed that is humanly possible. For lo! Now I see the error
of my ways - taking an elven lady to be my lover was a mistake both grave and terrible.
Why could I not see the beauty around me then, in the mortal race, the race of my kin? I
looked too far afield and for wasting that time which we could have had together I am
most truly sorry. I was denying myself the peace of true love by tricking myself to
believe that I would be fulfilled with an Evenstar of the elves. Yes, I call her the
Evenstar, a rare splendour among her race, but not even her exquisite attractiveness
could compare to yours. Many a time I have imaged myself gazing into your soulful
brown orbs, reaching up to tuck an errant strand of hair behind one of your perfectly
formed rounded ears. How I have longed to touch you, or to at least talk to you! But
here I find myself at fault once again: never could I approach you, due in part to an
overwhelming shyness of mine, and in part the ever watchful eye of the Evenstar's
father. But I do not care for him, or the spawn of his marriage any more! All I care for
is being able to see you once again, not in a fantasy or dream, but in person, and to be
able to freely declare my undying Love for you without heeding who hears me and
judges me for it. Such is the strength of my Love for you; I would relinquish my throne
and live a pauper's life with you if that was your desire. But I would not be deprived of
all riches. Money maybe, but not the joy and satisfaction I would be certain to find in
your arms. But would you have me? For this is the true purpose of my brutally honest
declaration to you: I beseech you now with all my heart to let me know your whole
mind as to the love between us; for necessity compels me to plague you for a reply,
having been for more than a year now struck by the dart of love, and being uncertain
either of failure or of finding a place in your heart and affection. I would stop the
endless searching in my heart for love and take you as my wife, if you are in a like mind
as I. But if you are not, then I would seek your apologies for this forthright letter and
beg for the matter to be forgotten. And if this fate should come to pass, befalling me
with an injury more deadly than any sword thrust could strike, and you do as I request
of thee and forget my declaration of Love unbounded, I shall never forget you or how
you were the first, and most likely only, lady to touch my heart in this way for as long
as my years shall span.
Yours in Love and Hope,
Aragorn, Son of Arathorn