Sunlight, Moonlight and the Cerulean Stone:

Legolas opened the door for Viggo, "I am sorry if you are hurt. Lle auta yeste."

Viggo stared at Orlando for a moment, wondering again about his speaking in Elvish. "I know a small bar down the road, we could go there. It should be pretty quiet... unless... you uh... wanted to go to my place."

Legolas considered it, but then said, "I feel it is best that we are not alone yet, heruamin. I would go to this bar you speak of." Legolas smiled, to take the sting out of his words.

Viggo nodded slowly, "Sure anything you want," he said as he opened the car door for Orlando. He gave a seductive smile, "You know; I'm sorry... that I was so jealous of Charlie, you could have just told me that she was a girl."

"It would not have made a difference, you did not want to hear or you would then have been jealous of Elijah. And it was a question of honor, I could not have revealed this without betraying someone," Legolas stated matter of factly, as he slid into the luxurious car and leaned back against the leather seat.

"Who?" Viggo inquired as he climbed behind the wheel and started the engine. He headed down the road at any easy pace, as the bar was very close.

Legolas closed his eyes and reveled in the feel of the engine's purr, "That would be a betrayal as well, melamin."

Viggo nodded as the bar came into view, a medium-sized place that had a tiny parking lot. He knew that they had a small dance floor and knowing how much Orlando loved to dance, was hoping to get him on the floor. He pulled into the parking lot and looked at the young man next to him. How different he seemed. How could someone change so much in such a short time? he thought to himself as he killed the motor and then slipped out from behind the wheel. "We're, uh... here, Orlando," he said, though Viggo hated to bother him as he looked content to stay where he was.

Legolas startled, as he was called by Orlando's name. He stepped out of the vehicle and looked at the older man holding his door. He placed his hand on Viggo's arm and looked at him through his eye lashes, "You are very beautiful to me. I have not seen such a sight in so long."

Viggo shook his head, "No, Orlando. I am a bastard for hurting you the way I did." His fingers were gentle, almost reverent as they traced the jaw line of the man he loved, "Charlie is right, I don't deserve you, but I am sorry. Come on; let's go get something to drink and maybe you'll tell me why you're speaking so oddly." Viggo closed the car door and led Orlando inside.

The elf followed this man who was so like his beloved. The bar was medium sized and clean, there was music coming out of the doorway. Following Viggo inside, he sighed in contentment.

Glancing around, Viggo made his way to the bar with Orlando just behind him. He leaned on the bar and looked at his former lover. "Oban on the rocks or do you tend to prefer skull fucks?" he asked with a grin, remembering Orlando's favorite drinks.

Legolas was confused at the question, though he was fairly sure it must have something to do with the drinks being served here, "Would you choose for me? Please?" He looked around him and drank in all the details. It was so invigorating to use all his senses again.

Viggo raised a brow; Orlando never let someone else order for him. But he turned to the tender and said, "Let me have the absolut royal fuck, make it two of them." he slid a twenty across the bar. "So, you going to tell me what else you've been up to since we last parted, Orlando? I know all about Troy of course. Where did you get that new necklace? It suits you." He lifted the necklace for a second, but received a small shock from it and let it drop upon Orlando's chest again. Then he guided Orlando over to a corner table.

"This necklace? The stone was found in New Zealand and made into a necklace. I never take it off. As for my activities, I have not been occupied with much, melamin. Learning and experiencing, I would have to say."

"I see," he said with twinge of sadness, as the drinks were place on the table before them, along with Viggo's change. "What's with the Elvish? Not that I mind... but it's just strange hearing it from you after so long... Especially after the way we broke up and why... I figured that you wouldn't speak that language for awhile, if ever again."

Legolas smiled a wry grin, "I have discovered another part of myself and that part longs to hear the language of the wind."

"That almost... sounds like..." Viggo thought for a long moment, then whispered almost inaudibly, "like something Legolas would say." He picked up his drink and took a healthy swallow.

Legolas laughed, the sound was like music, "What you say is truer than you know, melamin. What have you been doing since you last gazed upon my face."

"Nothing really... brooding mostly.. thinking about how much I hurt you, and how sorry I was about the whole thing, and mostly how I just missed you, in my arms at night and first thing in the morning... the way you made me feel just by a glance, a touch or a smile... everything... I sat there in my studio, trying to write some new poetry. I ended up writing a song instead... that I will probably never sing."

Legolas was deeply moved and caressed his face, "You make my heart sing, your words please me so much."

Viggo was lost in his touch and turned his face into it, as he kissed the palm of Orlando's hand. He had missed his beloved for so long and they had lost so much time... "I'm glad that I'm finally doing something right."

"You speak with your heart. That can never be wrong." Legolas picked up the drink and sniffed at it, "This smells as strong as Dwarvish grog." He took an experimental sip, "Oh what a wonderful flavor!" He quickly downed a third of the drink and spluttered a little at it's heat. Grinning he drank the rest in two more swallows.

Viggo blinked and marveled as Orlando downed the super potent drink in three swallows and then smiled, "I think you might have to be carried home..." He took another swallow of his own drink.

Legolas smiled, "Mmm that was nice." A slow song began to play and Legolas closed his eyes, swaying gently in time with it.

"You, uh... want to dance?" he asked softly, as he gazed at several couples on the dance floor. He offered his hand to Orlando, "Come on, it's been a long time since you danced with me."

Nodding slowly, Legolas took Viggo's hand. Rising to his feet, he felt a rush of dizziness, but with the grace of the Eldar he managed to conceal it.

Viggo pulled the younger man onto the dance floor and smiled slightly. He wrapped his strong arm around the younger man's waist and pulled him close to his body, "I missed you, missed having you here in my arms."

Legolas snuggled into Viggo's arms, "I have wanted to be here for so long, Hûn Nín." Legolas slurred slightly as he spoke.

Viggo stroked Orlando's gentle curls and smiled, "I thought you were still so angry with me, and when you told me about Charlie, I didn't think that you would ever forgive me for what I did... You are a part of me, Orlando and I love you. I'm so sorry for hurting you."

Legolas stepped back from his arms slightly to look into his eyes, "I love you also, my king. I have longed for you for so long. I thought I would never be in your arms." Legolas swayed, suddenly dizzy.

Viggo supported him quickly and then asked, "Why call me that, Orlando?" He stroked Orlando's high cheekbones with his thumb as he looked into those warm chocolate eyes, but there was something different there this time, something he had never seen before. Orlando's eyes seemed to be almost sparkling with blue highlights.

Legolas looked at him in confusion for the alcohol in his system was making his mind fuzzy. "Because that is what you are, what you always have been and always will be. I would not be ruled by any other," Legolas stumbled and fell against Viggo looking up at him with love shining in his multi-faceted eyes.

"But... I don't want to rule you, Orli... I want to be your equal, to love you as I should have loved you," Viggo held Orlando tighter and stroked his hair.

Murmuring in contentment, Legolas breathed, "Sui lle iest, A'maelamin. I will be your equal if that is what you desire. I only want to please you." He wrapped his arms around Viggo's neck and rested his head upon the older man's shoulder.

Viggo sighed deeply and held Orlando close as they swayed to the soft music that came from the jukebox. Kissing the younger man's mop of hair; he whispered "Why... what made you decide to come with me?"

"I could not have stayed away; you are my destiny, what the fates have decreed for me since conception. To stay away from you would have been to laugh in the face of the Valar," Legolas lowered his arms and caressed Viggo's strong back.

Letting out a soft groan at the sweet sensations that Orlando's fingers were supplying, he moaned, "You are my destiny, Orlando Bloom, for it is you who has my heart."

Legolas brought one hand up and caressed Viggo's cheek, "I miss your beard, Pen-vuil."

"You said, it itched you something fierce," Viggo said with a chuckle, "but I'll let it grow back if you want me to."

Legolas smiled up into his face, happy that Aragorn... no Viggo would do such a thing to please him. "I wish we had not been apart so long. So many things I have seen, I wish I had shared them with you."

"I haven't seen much, just the inside of my studio. Oh and I did some more poetry. But mostly I missed you, I even missed the way you flip pancakes first thing in the morning," Viggo chuckled.

Legolas eyed his beloved in confusion, "I flip... pancakes?" Then he remembered the ones he had eaten in Milan, "Why would I do such a thing?" He bit his lower lip and his multi-toned eyes searched Viggo's.

Viggo let a burst of laughter, "Because you were making them for me for breakfast. Don't you remember? I came into the kitchen and there you were, your nose covered in flour. There was a stack of about twenty of them, like you were feeding all four hobbits, and there you were still flipping them into the pan with a spatula. Don't you remember?"

Legolas concentrated and found that he could sift through Orlando's memories with difficulty, "Oh yes, now I remember. You laughed at me and I said we could always invite the hobbits to eat. You said that you would rather eat me. Is not that right, Viggo?"

"Yeah, that's what I said," he replied softly. He kissed the tip of Orlando's nose, "I still would rather eat you; than have all the Hobbits at my house wolfing down the pancakes you made for me..." He smiled at the rest of the memory, "I wanted to cover you in syrup and I did... remember?"

Legolas blushed, "Yes... I remember. It was sweet."

"No, the syrup I licked off your flushed and quivering skin was sweet," he whispered. Viggo always loved it when Orlando blushed. He lowered his voice an octave and spoke in the voice that had always made Orlando hard, "I remember the way you begged me to fill you. But I teased you, until you whimpered my name in that way that just drives me crazy."

Legolas stumbled again upon hearing those words in Viggo's husky bedroom voice, "Aiye, you make me faint, my love."

"Then faint, Orli. I will always be here to catch you."

Legolas looked up into his true love's eyes and quivered at what he saw there, something he had never thought to see in those moss green eyes. His bones turned to jelly and he fell.

Both catching his breath and his beloved, Viggo cradled Orlando in his arms. He carried him over to a booth and sat down, nestling the younger man in his lap. Then he felt it, something on Orlando's chest digging into his own, "What did you do, Orli..."

"I believe that I fell," Legolas giggled.

"I see that, I was there to catch you," Viggo smiled against his hair, "So, I'll uh.. take you back to the beach house, if that's what you want?"

Legolas looked at him with saddened eyes, "I do not want to go home alone."

"Orlando, I'm going to ask you this, because it has to be your decision... What do you want me to do?" Viggo asked as he stroked the soft curls on Orlando's head, brushing his cheek with gentle fingers.

Legolas smiled poignantly, "I want to be with you, Viggo. Please take me to your domicile."

"My domicile? That's a new one. Alright, Orlando, I'll take you home with me, " he said softly. There was a small voice inside telling him not to take advantage of Orlando's drunken state, but he couldn't deny his beloved or himself. He gently put Orlando off of his lap and headed for the door holding Orlando's hand in his own.

Legolas tripped along happily after Viggo, delighting in the feel of his strong hand holding his. It seemed that everything was working out the way it was supposed to, "We must have stepped very carefully, Viggo."

Viggo grinned, though he was a bit confused, "Stepped carefully?" he queried as he put his arm around his tipsy lover and guided him to the car. Opening the door, he set him into the plush seat solicitously. "What do you mean by that?" he asked as he got him the driver's side, starting the engine and smoothly backing out the car.

Legolas slid his hands over the smooth leather seat and sighed happily, "It is what Charlie said we must do to get the fates aligned. She told me that when she and Elijah were taking care of me in Milan."

"Why were Charlie and Elijah taking care of you in Milan, Orlando?" he asked as he drove along in a daze, trying to remember where it was he lived. Orlando usually had an effect on him, but this was ridiculous.

Legolas smiled ruefully, "So I would not get into trouble, although I still did. I made this body sick by eating too many sausages. They came to Malta too; Elijah was really worried about Troy."

"Well, you are a vegan, love. Why were you eating so many sausages? The one time I tried to get you to eat one, you called me a bloody twit and hit me upside the head with a croissant," he said jokingly, then he looked serious, "You know, I saw Troy."

Legolas' eyes widened, "You did?" he whispered, wondering what a croissant was.

"Yes, I did... The scene where you killed Achilles was fantastic, I saw lots of the work you did in Lord of the Rings in that scene. Your portrayal of Paris was marvelous. I could see your fear and grim determination as you chose to fight Agamemnon, and when your spirit broke it brought me to tears. Henry laughed at me. It was a scene that you should be proud of," he continued as he stopped the car at a red light and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, "I bought every magazine you were in just to see your face; that is how much I missed you."

"The battle between Achilles and Hector was wonderful, though I only observed it. Every move was perfect, I was sad that they made Hector die as he fought so well," Legolas trailed off as contemplated the thought of being in a magazine and what this would really entail.

"Well, Hector really did die in that battle, so they had to do it in the movie as well," he said as he pulled into the parking garage of his apartment complex. Viggo got out and opened Orlando's door for him.

Legolas muttered under his breath, "I see, it was a true story, like the Lord of the Rings..."

"What was that?" he asked as he held Orlando's hand in his own and headed to toward the elevators.

"What was what?" Legolas asked as he stumbled and fell.

Viggo picked Orlando up and supported him into the elevator, "What was it you said? Cause you said it kind of quiet. Orlando, you never could hold your liquor." Viggo used the private key for the penthouse floor and watched Orlando's face as the doors closed.

Legolas searched back to what he said and leaned into Viggo trustingly. "I said that Troy was a true story, like the Lord of the Rings," he closed his eyes against Viggo's warm chest.

"Lord of the Rings is just a story, Orlando..." he whispered as he wrapped his arms around him and held him close to his heart, stroking his back lightly with his fingertips.

Legolas became quite agitated however, "No... no you're wrog.. wrong! It was real."

"Shhh, okay, Orli. I believe you..." Viggo tried to soothe him, thinking that the liquor had driven Orlando mad.

Legolas slumped to the floor with the bump of the elevator's arrival at the Penthouse floor, "Would you carry me, please?" He voice sounded achingly young and vulnerable.

As the doors opened, Viggo scooped up Orlando and carried him down the hall as though he was carrying a child. He leaned slightly and turned the knob and then kicked the door open and then shut again. "I almost feel like Prince Charming."

"I never met him, Viggo, but could not be nearly as wonderful as you are," Legolas slurred into his shoulder.

Viggo grinned as gently set Orlando on the king-sized bed, turning on the lamp on the nightstand. He stood and gazed at Orlando, delighting in the highlights and shadows on his face. They stirred the artist in his spirit.

"I love you, please hold me," Legolas begged plaintively.

Viggo slid onto the bed next to Orlando and opened his arms for the young man to slide into them. He stroked his silky curls and held Orlando close to his heart, "I love you too. I will hold you for as long as you want me to."

Legolas smiled and caressed Viggo's chest, "You are so strong, seron vell. I love the feel of you, Will you take off your shirt for me?"

Viggo chuckled, "Of course I will." He untangled himself from Orlando's arms and sat up. He unbuttoned the shirt tantalizingly slow and then baring the expanse of his chest, he tossed the shirt aside. He smiled, "Do I meet with your approval?"

"Yes, you are wondrous," Legolas reached out his arms with a melting smile.

Viggo moved into his waiting arms with grin. He stroked Orlando's finely sculpted cheekbones and kissed his forehead. He then moved down his face, kissing first the tip of his nose and then ever so gently he brushed his lips over the younger man's softer ones.

Legolas ran his tongue lightly over Viggo's lips, stroking his back with strong fingers, "You make me dizzy, Viggo."

"Did you want me to stop, my angel?" he asked, shivering at the feel of Orlando's tongue against his lip. His fingers slid down Orlando's chest to undo the three buttons.

Legolas shook his head emphatically, "No, I want to spin with you until the stars stop shining." He quivered as Viggo brushed his belly while opening the buttons.

Viggo leaned on one elbow and pulled Orlando's shirt from his pants, as the shirt fell open Viggo paused at the sight of the nipple ring, "What... is that?" as he leaned down and peered at it, blowing his breath over the ring that pierced his beloved's nipple, his voice low and seductive.

Legolas' nipple tightened with the gentle stimulation. He moaned, "It is a nipple... ring."

"Yes, I know that... but why did you do it?" he asked, as he ran the tip of his tongue along the outside of it, enjoying the taste of the metal and Orlando combined. Then he took the ring gently into his lips and tugged slightly.

Legolas writhed under his tongue and desperately tried to search Orlando's memories, "Oh yes, it was reckless and I had always wanted one." Legolas smiled at the rest of that memory.

"Well... I think it's nice, more of you to love," Viggo said softly as he tongued the ring once again. He swirled his tongue around the nipple, "Reckless hmmm? And what is with this beautiful necklace? You said you never take it off..." he asked, touching the stone in the center of the beautifully crafted silver and receiving that slight shock again.

Moaning in a soft keen at the feel of Viggo's lips upon the nipple made more sensitive by the ring, he pressed his groin into Viggo's leg. "That holds my spirit," he panted.

"Your spirit?" he asked curiously, but then as he looked at Orlando writhing against him, he forgot his question. The size of his lover's erection against his leg was just about driving him insane with need, "What is it that you want, Orlando?"

Legolas cried out, "I want to touch you; I have waited for so long to feel you in my hands."

Viggo rolled off his young lover and lay upon the bed smiling, "Then do as you will with me, I'll lay here and do nothing."

Legolas rolled over swiftly and moaned as dizziness shot through him. Then he gathered himself up and tried to see the opening to Viggo's pants. There seemed to be more than one and they kept shifting. "Viggo, make your pants stay still. I cannot see to open them," Legolas complained.

Viggo laughed a bit as he said, "Shhh, my angel. I'll take care of it. You're a little too tipsy, I think." He reached down and unfastened his black slacks for Orlando. He wasn't wearing anything underneath he soft material and he was already hard and aching.

Legolas pulled the pants down and his eyes widened as he drank in the sight of his lover's large erection. He reverently played his fingers down it's length, "Aiye, lle naa vanima." He stroked Viggo's erection as he settled into Viggo's arms again.

"Christ..." he whimpered, as he arched hips into Orlando's fingers for more of his touches. Noting the Elvish, he replied in Spanish, "Tan hermoso como usted."

Legolas loved the sound of the words he spoke, though he couldn't come up with any meaning for them. "What did you say to me, my love?" He ran his fingertips over the end of Viggo's erection and then carried the juices to his lips, tasting him in delight.

Viggo reached over and slid his fingers though Orlando's hair as he whispered almost incoherently, "La luz sovre su cara hace que mi corazón canta, porque usted tiene mi corazón, mi amor, usted y usted solo es mi alma. Le he faltado y estoy tan apesadumbrado que le lastimo... Perdóneme... por favor." He didn't hear Orlando asking for a translation, so lost was he in the sensations that the young man was giving him. It had been so long since he felt like this, that he never wanted it to end.

Legolas was bewildered at the flood of words that was coming from Viggo. His brow lowered and his nostrils flared as he scowled. "I don't understand what you are asking of me, Viggo," he complained mildly.

"I said that I am not as beautiful as you. For the light upon your face makes my heart sing, for you have my heart, my love. You and you alone are my soul. I have missed you and I am so sorry that I hurt you, forgive me... please?" he whispered as continued to shiver under the tender onslaught of Orlando's attentions. He eyes were half closed and glittered with desire as he gazed upon the young man.

Legolas kissed Viggo with all the love and passion that was in his heart as his hand moved like music over the older man's erection.

Viggo whimpered under the onslaught of his kiss, tangling his fingers in Orlando's hair. He gently removed Orlando's hand from his erection, only to rub his erection against the younger man's groin. They twined their tongues together with the passion that raged in their hearts. Breaking the kiss, Viggo panted softly, "There hasn't been anyone since you, Angel..."

Legolas stilled for a moment, remembering the ecstasy of his encounter with Orlando in the Lothlorien glade and the evening with Charlie and Elijah. "Really, Viggo? There has been no one?" he said with a wistful tone.

Viggo nodded and he pressed his forehead against Orlando's, gazing into his oddly tinted eyes, "No hay sitio en mi corazón para cualquier persona sino usted, mi ángel. Deseé ningunos otros pero le, de ahora hasta el día que muero. Pertenezco solamente a usted," he whispered against Orlando's lips before kissing him ever so softly, his tongue lingering at the corners of that soft mouth.

Legolas sighed sadly into Viggo's mouth at his own unreasoning guilt. He hadn't even known Viggo then, but he still felt it a betrayal. His emotions were getting all messed up with Orlando's in his drunken vulnerability. The beauty of Viggo's words affected him deeply, though he knew not what they meant. He gave up and surrendered to the kiss and pressed his black and silver clad hips against Viggo's in need.

Viggo's fingers trailed down Orlando's chest and he lifted slightly, reaching between them and unsnapped the young man's pants and gently tugged the zipper down, so that their naked erections brushed against each other's. A ragged moan escaped from the older man's lips and he spoke, "What's the matter, Angel?"

Legolas groaned in fierce desire as their flesh made contact. He pulled together the tattered remains of his self-control and whimpered, "Viggo, I am afraid." Legolas spoke hesitantly and his eyes were wide with emotion.

Viggo paused in his ministrations and looked down into Orlando's eyes, “What is it? Why are you so afraid?" he asked, no moving and simply stroking the young man's cheek with his fingers.

"I am afraid that if I tell you something that you will no longer love me," Legolas bit his lips to keep from crying, as the passion and the alcohol made him maudlin.

"I will always love you, Angel... you can tell me anything, I thought you knew this," he whispered, seeing the emotions cross over Orlando's face.

Legolas' was low, almost inaudible as he said, "I was not faithful to you, Viggo. I shared this body while we were apart."

Viggo's face softened, "Angel, I still love you... as long as you were happy, that is all that I care about... I will not ask who it was that you were with, as long as you were careful. You were careful, weren't you?" He hated having to ask for he knew that Orlando had been clean while they were together, before they stopped using condoms and the last thing he wanted was to go back to them.

Legolas was fairly sure that they had been careful, for there had been none of the wilder stunts that they elves of Mirkwood could get up to during their lovemaking. In either encounter they hadn't dangled from a single tree. "Yes, we were careful, Viggo."

Viggo nodded and started rubbing Orlando's erection with his again, but harder. He leaned down and recaptured those soft lips, plunging his tongue between them in order to reclaim what was his. Somewhere in his desire clouded mind he remembered that he wanted to be equals with Orlando, but not tonight. Tonight was about passion and love and coming together again.

Legolas surrendered to his passionate onslaught; arching his hips up to more fully mesh with his lover, heat furling through him at their contact. His hands clenched spasmodically on Viggo's buttocks as he spiraled out of control, his nails leaving scratches and small trails of blood.

Viggo moved his lips against Orlando's as he whispered, "Venido para mi, mi ángel." His own climax was near as it had been so long since he had last been with his beloved. It took most of his control to stay sane as their flesh teased each other, his fingers tangling in Orlando's curls.

Legolas felt fire pool through his loins, his lover's passion igniting his own like wildfire. He cried out, "Elessar, maethor nín!" as he climaxed against Viggo.

Hearing that name spill from his lover's lips, Viggo started a bit as now realized exactly what Orlando felt like when he had called Legolas' name when they made love. But then his body quivers as the feeling of Orlando's climax overcame his emotions and he came hard against his lover's stomach screaming out his passion for his Angel.

Shaking with reaction, Legolas clutched Viggo to him and pulled him down for a warm kiss, "Diola lle, Viggo. I love you."

Viggo returned that kiss, though the feeling of guilt still slid through his soul. "And I love you," he whispered as he rolled off his lover. He went to the bathroom and wetted a cloth to clean them both up. Feeling lethargic, he returned to the bed he wiped Orlando's stomach clean.

Legolas giggled at the feeling of the cool cloth upon his sensitive belly and wriggled.

Viggo cleaned himself up and then removed the rest of Orlando's clothing, "Will you stay?"

"I would like that, if you want me to," Legolas enfolded Viggo in his arms and kissed him tenderly.

Viggo grinned, as he placed his head over Orlando's heart with a smile, "Mmm, then stay forever." The beating of his lover's heart soothed him.

Legolas felt Viggo's smile against his chest and he grinned happily. He stroked his lover's silken hair and sang an Elvish lullaby that his ada had sang to him.

Viggo drifted off to sleep with the Elven lullaby and wrapped his arm tight around Orlando's slender waist as he slept. He moaned softly once and then snuggled closer to the younger man.

A'maelamin (El) = Beloved

Diola lle (El) = thank you

Elessar, maethor nín (El) = Elfstone (Aragorn's Elven name), my warrior

heruamin (El) = my lord

Hûn Nín (El) = my heart

La luz sobre su cara hace que mi corazón canta, porque usted tiene mi corazón, mi amor, usted y usted solo es mi alma. Le he faltado y estoy tan apesadumbrado que le           lastimo... Perdóneme... por favor (Sp) = The light upon your face makes my heart sing, for you have my heart, my love, you and you alone are my soul. I have   missed you and I am so sorry that I hurt you... Forgive me... please

Lle auta yeste’ (El) = you go first

Lle naa vanima (El) = You are beautiful

Melamin (El) = my love

No hay sitio en mi corazón para cualquier persona sino usted, mi ángel. Deseé ningunos otros pero le, de ahora hasta el día que muero. Pertenezco solamente a usted (Sp) = There is no room in my heart for anyone else but you, my Angel. I wanted no one else but you, from now until the day I die. I belong only to you

Pen-vuil (El) = lovely one

Seron Vell (El) = dear lover

Tan hermoso como usted (Sp) = Not as beautiful as you