#Status: turtle rocking awkwardly on its back in the face of affection

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@itwillbeourswansong is not the only one to find you attractive! There are two tumblr communities dedicated to your sexiness and at least three Discord servers. Plus hundreds of AO3 fanfictions.

I have not spoken of my feelings because you panicked when I enjoyed you feeding me raspberries and grapes. But know this: it is your complexity that intrigues me. Your first scene in ROP was you talking to an Elf, Arondir, who had just killed one of your children. Rathrr than vowing retribution or threatening him, you talked about flowers in Beleriand. The moment that Waldreg called you Sauron and you grabbed him and threw him convinced me that you truly hated Sauron. And then my eyes were opened when you told Galadriel that Uruks were children of the One, with hearts and names, worthy of a home. You laughed when Halbrand/Sauron held a spear to your throat, and you laughed at Galadriel when she had you in chains. "You do not think an Uruk could do what you and your army could not?" I am impressed with your bravery. I admire you for many reasons.

*My eyes widen in amazement as you relay such a touching speech. I cannot recall the last time anyone has proclaimed such admiration to my face so sincerely. It's enough to bring tears to my eyes.*

*However, I manage to keep myself calm as I often do by hiding behind stoicism. Unfortunately for me my eyes are a blatant give away of my sweetened emotional state.*

*Though an underlying bitterness falls over me as I recall of my darling sons being taken from me. Though, I cannot fully blame Arondir to this day for such, as that was a kill or be killed situation. Much like that day I ended that thing... My chest twists in pain at the sacrifices my children and I have made. But I'm quickly drawn back when I recall that ridiculous display not long ago.*

*I sigh heavily and have to physically face palm at the event in which you and I met.* -Naturally my ability to accept and reciprocate any form of soft affectionate gesture goes over so strangely-

*I finally bring myself to speak* Yes... About the fruit. You'll have to excuse my awkward behavior. I am still growing used to polite company. Such things will take time I believe. In truth I am not the smoothest behaving person, so I do apologize if my awkward behavior was... Off putting and seemed panicked. I can promise you that is a very "me" sort of thing. *I sigh rubbing my temples in embarrassment*

*But I can't deny the smile that draws up as your words of other past events have sunk in.* I always look upon my past behavior with resentment. You and I both know that I have done terrible things. I fully recognize that my reasons, however right they may have seemed at the time, do not excuse such violence.

*My eye unmistakably twitches in remembrance of the repulsive work that I carried out for that 'thing'. Then my foot twitches kicking upward slightly as I recall 'it' taunting me to my face. Its name is enough to make me cringe. However there is great kindness in your words. And that is enough to bring me back to joy.*

*my voice begins to shake with my own emotions but my face is as still as the night* I truly thank you for all that you say. Even looking back at my worst times I suppose I did not consider just how endearing or inspiring I could be for others. It brings me joy to know that I can be such a figure for you my dear.

Please feel free to visit any time you wish. I adore your company my friend. *I feel warm inside as I say so. There are very few whom I consider to be close enough to call my friends. But even the little I have is a treasure.*