[ Celegorm shoots a hot look over his shoulder at his pursuer, always just a little ahead, unbound hair and woolen cloak bannering out behind him, as soundless as his steps, a green-and-gold phantom Legolas sees only in snatches through the wood. One arm reaches out, hooking around a low branch.

But at the cry, he stops short of pulling himself up, fingers flexed against the bark. ]

I don't know what possessed me, to think that you might! That somewhere among all the other things that bound us, affection too might be one!