Disclaimer: Legolas, Aragorn, Arwen and Glorfindel belong to Tolkien, "You
Oughta Know" belongs to Alanis Morissette
Author's Notes: If you don't like an angry Legolas, don't read this. The content is pretty intense, with reference to rather rough sex (no graphic details) and tons of angst. No happy ending. This takes place the night before the Council of Elrond. Book verse. ***SLASH***
****You Oughta Know****
**I want you to know That I'm happy for you I wish nothing but The best for you both**
The Hall of Fire is filled with Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, Men and one Istar, but to me there are only three people here who matter. You. Me. Her. Since I am a Prince of Mirkwood I do have a seat at the head table, but I am the youngest of the group from Greenwood, so I am seated toward the far end. You, however, are seated near the head as Lord Elrond's fosterling and Lady Arwen's betrothed. I have kept my eyes on you two during the entire meal though you have barely looked at me. You both seem happy and I'm glad that you found each other. Really, I am. Lady Arwen deserves nothing but the best and I truly wish for you to be happy.
**An older version of me Is she perverted like me? Would she go down on you in a theatre? Does she speak eloquently And would she have your baby? I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother**
As I watch you two I notice how elegant the Lady is and I wonder if you love that about her or hate it. I remember how you and I were. There was nothing elegant about our love or the way we expressed it. We had very little regard for privacy, and we were rarely gentle though we did love each other greatly. Neither was our love conventional, either in wisdom or action. Something tells me that cuffs, ropes and paint brushes have no place in the bed that you and Arwen share. I also don't believe that she has any markings on her body declaring her as yours. I still have some of mine. She seems to be the tame type, a born mother.
**'Cause the love that you gave That we made wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide And every time you speak her name Does she know how you told me you'd hold me until you died?**
Do you remember how long we were lovers? I do. I guess I thought you truly loved me, though now it seems I was a fool. You were always the one giving, I was always receiving. You always found ways to keep me from entering you, though I let you have your way with me. Ai, what a fool I was. It seems you never truly gave me your heart, though you held me through the nights and promise never to leave me until the day you died.
**'Til you died but you're still alive And I'm here To remind you Of the mess you left when you went away It's not fair To deny me Of the cross I bear that you gave to me You oughta know**
But you *did* leave me. You left me all alone with no word of where you'd gone or why. I simply woke one morning and you were gone. You weren't in my bed or even in the Palace. Your horse was missing from the stable. I was a wreck for months, worried about you, worried about us. Finally I realized that you'd done it to me on purpose. I felt used.
**You seem very well Things look peaceful I'm not quite as well I thought you should know**
You look so happy as you sit there, laughing softly with Arwen at some story of Glorfindel's. If one didn't know better, one would think that you're already married and that there was nothing wrong in the world. One would probably think the same thing by looking at me but they would be mistaken. You broke my heart. Do you know that? When I finally realized that you'd left me I stopped speaking unless it was absolutely necessary. I hardly ate or rested and I still suffer. I have many nightmares. Most frequently I have to watch you be torn away from me by war or freak accident. I wake in a panic then remember that you left me intentionally. It makes me throw up every time.
**Did you forget about me Mister Duplicity? I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner It was a slap in the face How quickly I was replaced And are you thinking of me when you fuck her?**
I have stopped wondering why you didn't contact me. I have stopped caring. The "why" is not important anymore. Now I know the truth. Now I know that when you came to me and shared my bed you were aware of your heritage and destiny. You *knew* that you couldn't have me forever yet you let me believe you would. Only a few short years after you left me you were betrothed to Arwen. From my bed to hers without a word to me. It was a betrayal. I hate you for it. Was I not good enough for you? A Silvan prince *is* beneath an Eldarin princess, after all, and you need a queen if you are to be king. From my bed to hers. Does my face ever flash before your eyes as you rock into her? Does her body become mine? Does she ever cry out in pain because every once in a while you forget it's her and not me and you thrust hard, deep and fast? Does she know? Do you ever cry out *my* name?
**'Cause the joke that you laid in the bed That was me and I'm not gonna fade As soon as you close your eyes And you know it And every time I scratch my nails Down someone else's back I hope you feel it Well can you feel it?**
I suppose I was something for you to brag about in the world of Men. The beautiful Elven prince that you bedded while it was convenient then left without a word of acknowledgement. Do you laugh about it with the other Men at the inns? Those thoughts haunted my mind for months until I finally began to recover. I decided that I would remind myself that though I may be dead to you, I *was* still alive. Since you left me I have taken many, many lovers and they all knew that I didn't love them. Every time my fingernails leave marks on another back I think of you. Can you ever feel the pain? Do my thoughts ever penetrate the haze of your mind? Do you ever get shivers down your back like someone lightly dragging fingers down your spine? That's me though it's not really you.
**Well I'm here To remind you Of the mess you left when you went away It's not fair To deny me of the cross I bear that you gave to me You oughta know Well I'm here To remind you Of the mess you left when you went away It's not fair To deny me of the cross I bear that you gave to me You oughta know**
Dinner is now over and you walk away from the table, still laughing with Arwen. I let you go for now though not forever. My original purpose in coming here was to deliver news to Lord Elrond. However, I have found a *new* mission. I will visit you tonight. I will visit you and you will know what you have done to me. I will not let you deny anything. As I watch you disappear into the crowd I hope you have a pleasant evening for your night will not be much fun.
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whew. was that intense enough for ya?! If you beg, I might consider writing this from Arrers' POV
Author's Notes: If you don't like an angry Legolas, don't read this. The content is pretty intense, with reference to rather rough sex (no graphic details) and tons of angst. No happy ending. This takes place the night before the Council of Elrond. Book verse. ***SLASH***
****You Oughta Know****
**I want you to know That I'm happy for you I wish nothing but The best for you both**
The Hall of Fire is filled with Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, Men and one Istar, but to me there are only three people here who matter. You. Me. Her. Since I am a Prince of Mirkwood I do have a seat at the head table, but I am the youngest of the group from Greenwood, so I am seated toward the far end. You, however, are seated near the head as Lord Elrond's fosterling and Lady Arwen's betrothed. I have kept my eyes on you two during the entire meal though you have barely looked at me. You both seem happy and I'm glad that you found each other. Really, I am. Lady Arwen deserves nothing but the best and I truly wish for you to be happy.
**An older version of me Is she perverted like me? Would she go down on you in a theatre? Does she speak eloquently And would she have your baby? I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother**
As I watch you two I notice how elegant the Lady is and I wonder if you love that about her or hate it. I remember how you and I were. There was nothing elegant about our love or the way we expressed it. We had very little regard for privacy, and we were rarely gentle though we did love each other greatly. Neither was our love conventional, either in wisdom or action. Something tells me that cuffs, ropes and paint brushes have no place in the bed that you and Arwen share. I also don't believe that she has any markings on her body declaring her as yours. I still have some of mine. She seems to be the tame type, a born mother.
**'Cause the love that you gave That we made wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide And every time you speak her name Does she know how you told me you'd hold me until you died?**
Do you remember how long we were lovers? I do. I guess I thought you truly loved me, though now it seems I was a fool. You were always the one giving, I was always receiving. You always found ways to keep me from entering you, though I let you have your way with me. Ai, what a fool I was. It seems you never truly gave me your heart, though you held me through the nights and promise never to leave me until the day you died.
**'Til you died but you're still alive And I'm here To remind you Of the mess you left when you went away It's not fair To deny me Of the cross I bear that you gave to me You oughta know**
But you *did* leave me. You left me all alone with no word of where you'd gone or why. I simply woke one morning and you were gone. You weren't in my bed or even in the Palace. Your horse was missing from the stable. I was a wreck for months, worried about you, worried about us. Finally I realized that you'd done it to me on purpose. I felt used.
**You seem very well Things look peaceful I'm not quite as well I thought you should know**
You look so happy as you sit there, laughing softly with Arwen at some story of Glorfindel's. If one didn't know better, one would think that you're already married and that there was nothing wrong in the world. One would probably think the same thing by looking at me but they would be mistaken. You broke my heart. Do you know that? When I finally realized that you'd left me I stopped speaking unless it was absolutely necessary. I hardly ate or rested and I still suffer. I have many nightmares. Most frequently I have to watch you be torn away from me by war or freak accident. I wake in a panic then remember that you left me intentionally. It makes me throw up every time.
**Did you forget about me Mister Duplicity? I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner It was a slap in the face How quickly I was replaced And are you thinking of me when you fuck her?**
I have stopped wondering why you didn't contact me. I have stopped caring. The "why" is not important anymore. Now I know the truth. Now I know that when you came to me and shared my bed you were aware of your heritage and destiny. You *knew* that you couldn't have me forever yet you let me believe you would. Only a few short years after you left me you were betrothed to Arwen. From my bed to hers without a word to me. It was a betrayal. I hate you for it. Was I not good enough for you? A Silvan prince *is* beneath an Eldarin princess, after all, and you need a queen if you are to be king. From my bed to hers. Does my face ever flash before your eyes as you rock into her? Does her body become mine? Does she ever cry out in pain because every once in a while you forget it's her and not me and you thrust hard, deep and fast? Does she know? Do you ever cry out *my* name?
**'Cause the joke that you laid in the bed That was me and I'm not gonna fade As soon as you close your eyes And you know it And every time I scratch my nails Down someone else's back I hope you feel it Well can you feel it?**
I suppose I was something for you to brag about in the world of Men. The beautiful Elven prince that you bedded while it was convenient then left without a word of acknowledgement. Do you laugh about it with the other Men at the inns? Those thoughts haunted my mind for months until I finally began to recover. I decided that I would remind myself that though I may be dead to you, I *was* still alive. Since you left me I have taken many, many lovers and they all knew that I didn't love them. Every time my fingernails leave marks on another back I think of you. Can you ever feel the pain? Do my thoughts ever penetrate the haze of your mind? Do you ever get shivers down your back like someone lightly dragging fingers down your spine? That's me though it's not really you.
**Well I'm here To remind you Of the mess you left when you went away It's not fair To deny me of the cross I bear that you gave to me You oughta know Well I'm here To remind you Of the mess you left when you went away It's not fair To deny me of the cross I bear that you gave to me You oughta know**
Dinner is now over and you walk away from the table, still laughing with Arwen. I let you go for now though not forever. My original purpose in coming here was to deliver news to Lord Elrond. However, I have found a *new* mission. I will visit you tonight. I will visit you and you will know what you have done to me. I will not let you deny anything. As I watch you disappear into the crowd I hope you have a pleasant evening for your night will not be much fun.
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whew. was that intense enough for ya?! If you beg, I might consider writing this from Arrers' POV