Disclaimer: I don't own any of the LOTR characters, I simply make them do my will. (Laughs evilly)



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I don't when I started to have feelings for him. It was after Rivendell, that much I'm sure of, but when I fell in-love with the mortal man I do not know. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Isildur's heir, is not like the rest of his lineage. He is strong, dark, and easily falls for elves. I should know that much.

Arwen is his lover; she is my race but not my kin. With her long dark hair and caring eyes she even ensnared me at one point in time. But that in itself is a different story. If there has ever been two beings meant for each other it is Aragorn, the mortal man, and Arwen, the immortal elf. The way they look at each other, eyes filled with love and honesty. Holding each other close, when one must be torn away to go and help all of Middle Earth.

Yet, I came between them. I made Aragorn my own. On our long journey when Arwen could no longer hold him close he fell for another elf. I am the opposite of Arwen, or as close to it as you can become without being evil, which in my own way I was. Arwen's hair is as dark as a river at midnight; mine is the golden sun. We both have blue eyes, but mine are said to be more fierce and expressive. She is quiet and stays where she is told. In all my long years I have spoken out and done what I pleased, usually to be later punished by my father for it. How I came to pull Aragorn into my love, I don't know, he just seemed to come to love my pale beauty.

The first time I began to realize my feelings for the mortal man was the day that the first of Saruman's spies saw us. As we walked over the rocky grounds it was decided that we stop and make camp for a while. Two the hobbits were with Boromir and the others, Sam and Frodo were watching along with Aragorn. The rest of us were discussing our travel. The dwarf complaining of how no one asked his opinion and how we should go through Moria.

My eyes caught something in the air, as did Aragorn's. They were birds from Dunland. Quickly we all hid under and behind the rocks that made up the campsite. I through myself into the first area that seemed hidden, and I must have thought right for someone else lay there. My body landed full upon that of Aragorn. I could feel his heart pounding through his chest as mine was also. And there was a look within his stormy eyes that I had never seen before. It wasn't anger; it was slight surprise and if I wasn't mistaken desire. Yet, it would be a while before I knew of his care for me.

When Gandalf fell in the mines of Moria, Aragorn and I had been the people closest to him. He was throne into the place of being our leader. Yet, I knew that he needed help for losing Gandalf was extremely hard on that mortal man. As we ran towards Lothlorien, I whispered to him in the elven tongue so that only he could hear.

"Aragorn, I will help you with your sadness, for I feel it too." As I spoke his clenched jaw seemed to soften, and his ragged breaths grew more even. He looked at me for a moment, then turned to tell the others that we must keep going.

When we reached Lothlorien, Haldir greeted us. I was on such tight nerves that I could have caused blood shed to the fellowship, had Aragorn not stopped me. Haldir spoke with me of my reckless behavior before we went before the Lady of the Golden Wood.

"Legolas, you have always been quick to speak and it's almost impossible to watch you fit an arrow to your bow you do it so fast, but never have you done so at other elves. Why would you do so now?" His question disturbed me. Why had I been so quick to anger?

"I have been sworn to protect the fellowship and my company was in danger," I said quietly. There was truth in my words but I didn't speak of my need to protect Aragorn. I knew that he could protect himself, but I wanted to be the one to make sure he wasn't hurt or in danger.

"Prince Legolas, your eyes betray you again. Now, tell me the other reason why you would have shot your own race. You know why but fear to say it, come tell me for I have walked these lands even longer than you have. I may be able to provide council, and if not I than Galadriel will be able to."

"I will speak with her on the matter for I can guess your reaction and do not want to have to see it."

As Galadriel spoke to us she entered our minds. Boromir was deeply disturbed and Aragorn seemed to not hold eye contact with her. When she reached me she simply thought to me, for she wasn't speaking directly to me.

'He wishes for your touch, but his heart still loves another. Be careful not to hurt him for he is torn between you both. Give him the love he needs, but don't be hurt if you are pushed always.'