Summary: the consequences of rash decisions, and what happens after those decisions are made. Aragorn/???. Place yourself in and have fun. Warning: girl does not get the guy, but it ends on a happy note. Short, two chapter drabble.
Disclaimer: not mine.
"I know that this does not make sense, but you must hear me out."
I stared at the Ranger. He must be kidding me. I had just spent the last five minutes pouring my heart out to him, telling him that I loved him more than anything, and that I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life. And his response? "I love someone else. But you are still special to me….I just care about her too much to end our relationship, no matter my feelings for you."
Special? What the hell was special going to get me? Nothing. Nothing at all. "Damn you, Aragorn. Damn you! Why would you even bother to tell me? I would have been better off not knowing." This feeling was horrible. I had wanted him to tell me that he cared for me for so long, but I wanted it scott free. I didn't want to hear that he cared about me, but not enough to want to be with me.
"I'm sorry." His eyes were filled with sorrow and pain, but I wasn't paying attention to his feelings, as I was too lost in my own misery. I was forced to turn away quickly as the tears started, for I did not want him to see them. This was too much; I couldn't stand here anymore. I had to get away before I lost it. I started to run, not looking back, even as he called my name. I hated him. I never wanted to see him again…I didn't even know where I was running, and I didn't care, as long as it was away from him.
Why does fate hate me so? Why? I heard footsteps behind me faintly, and I knew it was he. I also knew that if I didn't lose him, he'd soon catch up--he was Strider the Ranger, after all. I turned around a corner, wondering who's bright idea it was to make the hallways of Rivendell so goddamned long. I just needed to get out. Suddenly, I crashed into a strong chest, clothed in soft, velvet material. I looked up into the bright blue eyes of a male elf.
An insane plan popped into my head, and as Aragorn rounded the corner, I grabbed the elf and kissed him with all the passion I could muster. I really didn't know why; it's not like I actually felt that any amount of jealousy would drive Isildur's heir into my arms. But the deed was done, and when I pulled away, the shocked and hurt look on Aragorn's face was enough to give me much satisfaction. But then I realized that the look was not only meant for me, it was meant for the person I had kissed, too. I stepped away, and took a closer look at the elf I had ran into. With a sinking feeling I realized that it was Legolas Thranduilion, one of Aragorn's closest friends. 'Oh God. . . ' I turned to say something to the human, but he was already gone. I turned back around, only to find that the elf had disappeared, too.
And so I was left, alone, with my wretched self.
Alone.
So very alone.
