Many there are that presume to know my thoughts and feelings. I would say who can, be he Elda, Maia or shining Vala, ever truly know the deepest depths of a persons heart?

They say thou shalt always be but second in my heart.

They are wrong.

For lo! Was it not thou, Indis the Fair, who wiped away the stain of Miriel Serinde from my heart and mind with thou warm, unselfish love?

It saddens me that none among my kith and kin shall ever know the sweetness of a second love, for it is thankful and joyous and sweet beyond imagining.

When I took your white hand upon Taniquetil, your golden hair radiant with light of Laurelin, a bond deeper and more meaningful than any I could imagine rose between us, binding my heart and fea to yours until the very ends of Arda.

They say thou shalt always be but second in my heart.

They are wrong.