Unrequited
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, and neither are the locations. They all belong to J.R.R Tolkien and various affiliated companies. There is no intention of plagiarism or copyright infringement. Everyone will be returned safe and sound, with food in their bellies and smiles on their faces (:D).
A/N: I know I'm s'posed to be finishing my other fic ("You Can't Fight Destiny" plug plug) but I am stuck on that and am hoping to placate the masses with this, in honour of Valentines Day (Yes, I know it's not Valentines Day yet, no I don't care…I hate Valentines Day). In homage to unrequited love/lust everywhere. Although I must recommend against the final action…
I see how you look at her and wish it was me. Jealousy paints me green like a gangrenous limb. You're everything. Do you suspect? No…you're oblivious to all but her. Does she suspect? Perhaps. Sometimes she'll stare at me, a warning trickling through my mind like syrup. "He's mine". She claims you thusly. I know. She has nothing to fear from me. I am not foolish. I still wish you were mine. I will not act, ever. She is beautiful but deadly, like an unknown shadow. Has she shown you that side of herself? Probably not. Even you would fear her then. I would show you who I am, if you'd only ask. But you won't, you see only her. I keep telling myself I don't care. If I repeat it often enough maybe it will be the truth. How can you do this to me? I've been your friend forever. I shouldn't want more. But I do. Oh, how I do. I wish I didn't. I can't stand it much longer. How do you not see me? Were I braver I would tell you. But I'm not. So I won't. I can't. I love you. Could you ever love me? No. Everything is her. I can't stand it.
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Aragorn looked up, seeing a flash fall from a tower in the citadel. He frowned, but was distracted by Arwen's mouth on his. He didn't see the strange glint in her eyes…