When he first saw her he knew at once he could never have her. Not only was she the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, she was also intelligent and caring. But she was young - too young.
It did not matter anyway for he could not remember how to speak. He wanted to approach but he could not think of a single good thing to say. If he told her his thoughts they would scare her away.
She must have seen him staring because she came over.
"My lord, Arathorn."
When she smiled he forgot how to breathe.
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