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Author's note: This is actually a repost because I realized the first version wasn't angsty enough… heh… Thanks to the kind people esp. Goldmund who reviewed the first version of this fic… ^_^
"He is Aragorn, son of Arathon!" You snapped with barely restrained fury, righteous indignation bubbling up as you glared at the offending human.
"Havo dad, Legolas."
You turned to look at him, bewildered as to how he could let this slight simply slide past him, without any effort to defend his honor, his heritage… and you see his eyes.
They were frigid, bottomless pools and in their depths you could see the anguish that was inextricably entangled with hatred.
Wild, abandoned hatred that made you sink back into your seat speechlessly, powerlessly.
Hate. Regret. Anguish. Torment. Heartache. Misery. Remorse. Grief.
Through the hazy mist of conflicted emotions that swirled though your mind, one was illuminated starkly.
You had made the wrong decision… and your realization was an eternity too late.
*******
"He needs to be with someone who can bear him children."
"Gondor needs stability and only Arwen can help him achieve that."
"You will remain immortal and he will grow old… and day by day, your love will disintegrate into mere memories."
You tried to resist the insistent, persistent voices.
You truly tried so terribly hard and yet they relentlessly pierced into your thoughts, haunted your dreams.
You were wrong. He was wrong. Your love was wrong.
Everytime you gazed into his eyes, all you could see was the reproach, the pain, the hurt that would remain after the love had forsaken the both of you in favor of bitterness.
Your defenses were torn, your nerves were shredded, your thoughts were crumbling and you were falling into an abyss of darkness.
A ray of shimmering, shining love was the sole, lonely light in your life… and you smothered it.
As you brutally severed the only love you had ever yearned for, had ever hoped for, you felt curiously numb.
As tears leaked out from his eyes, all you could do was stand there silently, chilly and unresponsive.
All you could see, all you could feel was a hazy mist of crimson pain that wrenched at your heart, pierced at your soul … and you didn't know how to stop it.
You didn't want to stop it.
It was the only thing that reminded you that you were still alive.
Pain. Breathe. Pain. Breathe. Pain. Breathe.
******
You tried not to flinch as he deliberately, sensuously kissed Arwen's luscious, crimson lips.
Gazing distantly at them, at the surreal perfection you had forsaken, you felt detached, aloof, exactly what he had accused you of.
Icy. Callous. Heartless. Repulsive.
It didn't hurt, you assured yourself.
After all, you weren't in love with him anymore.
Love. Stab. Love. Wound. Love. Love. Love.
And you wondered how long it took an elf to die of a broken heart.
A/N: A piece of v indulgent writing, hope you guys liked it! Hee.