All's fair in love and war

Disclaimer: **insert standard disclaimer here** Tolkien rules over all whereas I settle for seventh grade history textbooks. Own neither, don't pretend to. No money made. A poem I wrote that was inspired by a LotR fanfic…hmm, how to explain? Let's just say that if there was a war between the men and the elves, and our beloved king Aragorn and Legolas were leading, this is something about how Legolas would see things. R&R…

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All's fair in love and war

As the battlefield draws close,

Armies of thousands are preparing to win, or die trying.

And yet it simply comes down to you and I,

And who will fall to power instead of love.

You draw your sword,

Callused, world-weathered hands gripping the bejeweled hilt.

The determined shine of your eyes in the cold metal

And the smirk of victory that you've claimed as your own.

But it's a lie…an act

Your blood under my nails

Your breath on my tongue

The way your body fit so perfectly with mine…

Last week…last year…it doesn't matter

You say it was an accident, I laugh

We both know there are no accidents

It was a revelation to what I never needed to know…

And don't tell me you can't feel it too.

Doubt clouds your eyes,

a flash of fear turning the green to gray

Your hand trembles slightly.

The same uncertainties plague us both

And for all I know,

I know nothing of what you're about to do

Neither do you…

My sword next to yours

You strike first

Choose…your pride, your people, and your joy in life

Or your love…

You bring your sword up

Banner flying proud on your shoulder

Insignia on your armor

Making you my enemy…

Your eyes harden and I know my destiny is sealed

I knew that it was at your hands that I'd fall,

But how, tell me how, could I have known

That it'd be like this?

I plead myself to you

Take me into your arms again

Make it beautiful

Make it like before…

But you're cold, and you're strong

And leave me to die

In a cold, hard world where nothing is real

With only my memories to keep me warm…

Now strike, strike while you still can,

My foe…

My friend…

My love…

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                                                                                                    -Sapphire