Haldir's eyes could barely focus upon Legolas's face for they lingered upon the silver rings he carried. Did the young elf truly understand what he was offering him? It's utterly uncommon for two men to wed even amongst Elvenkind and let us not forget that Legolas hails from nobility. He is the Elvenking and the rightful Prince of Mirkwood. Haldir has no fancy titles to boast. He's simply a march warden hailing from the celestial realm of Lothlórien. There's no way that they're union would be allowed even amongst their kind for these facts alone. Yet, Haldir found himself drawn to the idea of marrying Legolas too appealing for his own good. No one will approve of them being united in such a way, but did he care?

The silver haired elf slowly stepped forward when Legolas retreated. His hands reached to cup the side of Legolas's as he spoke in quiet whispers. "You should be more careful as to whom you give your heart to, my love. I just might take it and keep it for myself." Haldir said before pulling Legolas into a tight embrace.