For Kitty, whom I shall never forget.
Have you forgotten who I am, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir to Isildur?
Have your thoughts of me become thoughts of Arwen?
Have you forgotten our promise sealed by the Rings, the two forged from the One Ring to rule Middle-Earth?
Have you forgotten the tale of the Fellowship?
Have you forgotten our meetings in Rivendell, where on so many occasions I offered you the great gift of immortality?
Have you forgotten the equal number of times that you refused it?
And yet I see it now, a Lorien necklace around your neck.
How did she claim you?
Yes, I know who gave you that necklace.
There is one thing you do not know about Elven women, Aragorn.
For centuries, the Elven women have brought mortals into our midst, luring them on with gifts of silver and mithril.
Then they cast Love Spells on men, letting them waste away in a fake marriage.
The Elven men cannot do that, Aragorn.
We rely on the ancient values of love.
Do you remember that night last month, when we made love under the full moon?
Do you remember the way our bodies moved in perfect harmony?
Do you remember the way my hands worshipped you?
That night was not an accident, Aragorn.
Choose then: Will you stay in Rivendell with me? Or will you elope with the Lady Arwen?
A silence fell between us. He stared at the ground, dark hair shadowing a pale face.
"Forgive me, Legolas," he said. "Forgive me for the things I have done, and those I am about to do."
He looked me in the eyes, before turning away. He left me standing there, alone as I was in the beginning.
I will never forget him. But I can never truly forgive him either.