Further still you draw from my sight, my beautiful one--my light. I knew this day would come, nothing could have delayed it. I must go upon the path set before me--a path that leads me to my ends, to the Havens. And you must follow along yours, which still leads you along the trails of Middle Earth and beyond its shores. Aye, I knew this day would come, but that cannot help the saddness I feel in my heart as you depart from me for the last time upon this land. You were never meant to belong to me, for your heart yearns for another...

~Until we meet next fair one, I will be waiting for you. When you finally come home, my arms will be open to assauge your fears and dry your beautiful eyes. Until then, I will wait~

I raise my hand in farewell as you turn back once, before disappearing for good.

"Namarie, melamin"

I have been selfish these past years. You heart belongs to another, it was he whom you yearned for, even as we said our goodbyes in the softness of my bed last night...I tell myself it was for her I kept my secret, to not hurt her, that is not the truth though. It was for me, to keep you close. He loves you, my dear Prince, more than he ever loved her. He aches for you as much as you ache for him, how could you not see it in his eyes? I see it, so does she. And yet, we both remain quiet, for fear of losing those we love most in this world and any other. She still has time to make amends, I do not. I let you leave here with my secret in tact.

One day he will pass from this world, as all men are wont to do...he will go nobly, as he has lived, but he will go. I ache for the sadness you will feel, yet guiltily I look forward to that day. It is this day you will return to me, to seek comfort in the one who will always love you, and always be there for you to turn to in your times of uncertainty. I will be the one you choose to spend eternity with. Nay, not choose...for I know who you would choose, were it a choice. It matters not, I tell myself, for still it is my arms you will finally come to rest in, and I shall stroke your moon dappled hair and kiss your alabaster forehead and therein shall i find my peace...

"Namarie Legolas..."