Authors notes: Legolas thinks on the night he was to share with Aragorn, but that night was never to be.



Why do my tears that are so close to the surface not come?

He was never mine to have and yet without him I feel alone.

He said I could have just one night that was all I could hope for

Yet, as I sat here waiting I find that I will always sit here waiting

For the one night, that he was to give, was forgotten.

How could he forget?

Oh well this is not as I needed him. He was nothing to me just a face

However, his touch is fire and his kisses are passion.

Why cannot I forget?

I was nothing to him. My touch held nothing and my kiss is just one of many.

I could have listened to the masses. They said I was one of them, something being used

Nevertheless, I did not want to listen. I wanted to be different. I was not.

He was using me, and I was using him why does the rejection hurt so much.

I would never use Love and his name. That was not what he was to me

He was more than that and less than that.

I was less to him and yet more.

His heart belonged to another as did mine.

I wanted just one night. That one hope is killed as I sit here

Alone, empty, and asking can we just forget?