[ Oh, there's a tremble in his voice, just a little; less of shyness than conviction and passion. He means every word he speaks. ]

I took your beauty once. But I... I'd let you take mine. In turn, and in faith.

I'd trust your hand on the blade and let you shear my locks to the scalp without fear, or worry, or grief. You looked upon me once, when we rode for safety in the forest, and I--

Whatever comeliness is mine is yours, Legolas. As I live and breathe, I think I will never be more bright than I was through your eyes.