It all started the day we met. I had been warned of his beauty and told to put up my guard but nothing could prepare me for him. I had been warned that I would fall for him and could not pursue him even if he returned the feelings because he was the king-to-be of Gondor.
But there he was. Tall, dark, and handsome. His smile made me catch my breath even though it was a simple greeting from one royal heir to another. Yes, I am Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, son of King Thranduil of the Woodland Realm. But back to Him. That perfect specimen of Man, the Man I love, is known as Isildur's heir, Aragorn son of Arathorn.
Now, I'm not some lovestruck little boy. I've been around for over five hundred years and in all that time, I did not find one near to his brilliance. Most of that time has been among the Silvan Elves, and a few of my own kind, the Sindarin. We elves are a long-lived race and many have seeked me out, both men and women, and I've had but a few relationships, the longest a few months. It was great sex, if you were into that kind of thing, but there was no true bond to hold me there.
When I saw him, I almost lost sight of the end goal, and a very important goal it was: to destroy the One Ring. When Boromir, son to the Steward of Gondor, dared insult Aragorn by calling him only a Ranger, I had no choice but to stand and tell him that he spoke not to a simple Ranger, but to Aragorn son of Arathorn, Isildur's heir and the king-to-be of Gondor. Boromir owes him his allegiance. How could he not recognize his King?
When it was decided that Frodo Baggins, a Hobbit of the Shire should carry the ring, Aragorn immediately swore to Frodo, that he would defend him against the dark evils of Mordor. I, of course, instantly swore my bow to his service. Gimli the Dwarf, the great wizard Gandalf the Grey, Boromir, and the three young Hobbits, Sam, Merry, and Pippin also joined the group, which was named the Fellowship of the Ring.
However, when Frodo first laid the ring down onto the stone table, and I looked upon it, it whispered to me, that if I took it, it would help me get Aragorn. I almost took it, but was able to resist, hearing Aragorn's impassioned speech about the dangers of trying to use the Ring.
We spent the rest of the day preparing for the adventure, side-by-side getting equipment together. While doing that, Aragorn and I spoke. He told me of his wife-to-be Arwen Undómiel, daughter to Lord Elrond. He declared to me of his love of her, and I knew then that all ideas of romance between Aragorn and myself must cease to be.
Early the next morning, the Fellowship of the Ring departed from Rivendell.