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Note: One shot drabble on how Aragorn feels about Legolas. It's in Aragorn's POV. I'm going on from the scene where Legolas and Aragorn exchange glances just after Aragorn's made king.
Warnings : Slash ^.^
I felt his striking blue eyes pierce my soul, I slowly placed my hand on his shoulder and he did the same, it took all my strength not to take my elf into a hard embrace.
His eyes read love and friendship. I returned the stare. No words are shared; all the lust is communicated just through our eyes. He is so beautiful, like an angel. I took in every feature, wishing I could stay like this forever.
Suddenly he broke the magical gaze; I slowly turned to see what he was observing. Behind a banner was Arwen she looked exactly the same as the day I had met her, instantly my heart felt broken.
Legolas gave me one last look, almost beckoning me to go to Arwen. My heart cried for Legolas, his touch, his smile and laughter. Why did I have to be the king of Gondor, why couldn't I just be a normal man? Then I could be with my one and only love.
I slowly walked over to Arwen; I fake a smile and take her in a passionate embrace. I gently look over her shoulder to see the pained look in Legolas's eyes; I noticed a single tear run down his pale soft face.
Oh how I want to hold him, comfort him, and tell him it will be alright. I had to fight with all my will not to rip myself away from Arwen.
I feel the weight of this crown on my head, and the cheers of the people, knowing their king has been found. My pride would never allow me to cry, but I know I'm crying inside.
I always thought I would love Arwen, but when I met Legolas my life changed. I believe from the moment I saw him I fell in love; my heart had skipped a beat when he called me his friend even though my heart yearned for more.
After we had shared a magical kiss after the battle of helms deep, I knew he was the one, the one I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.
My duty forces me to be king, to love someone I do not. My people expect a queen and heir to the throne. We both know it, my mind is been logical but my heart, it desires the prince of Mirkwood.
I take Arwen's hand leading her back towards the doors, I quickly glance behind me. Legolas is smiling sadly, watching as I go with my new queen.