I can't help but want you. I look at you and see goodness and light.

I see you watching me. But I don't recognize the look in your eyes. Don't you know that I admire you? That I love you? Of course you don't, I'm just the little hobbit who took up an entirely too big and important task into his hands. Look at me like you want me. Please.

Don't look at me like that Dear Half-ling. I won't be able to control myself. If I gathered the courage would you let me touch you? Or would you spurn me to keep up appearances?

Please come over. I promise I'll be good. As if answering my mental request you walk over. "Frodo." You say.

I walk over to you and you look up. "Legolas."

I love the way you say my name.

I love the way you say my name.

You gather me into your arms.

You kiss me.

"I love you Frodo." You whisper.

"I love you Legolas." You whisper back.

I guess my wish was granted.