She'll never be mine
Summary: Legolas's point of view on his relationship wit Arwen and why she will never be his. This is a sad (angsty) Legolas/Arwen fanfiction.
Chapter1/1:
I watch her cry for her late husband. I know she loved him. Everyone loved Aragorn. Even I loved him. I hold her in my arms telling her that everything will be okay.
I hope she believes that. Do I even believe that? How could she be okay? She lost the love of her life. He was the one obstacle that stood in the way.
Even after decades I've learned to except the truth. She will never be mine. She was always meant for another. She was never meant to be mine.
I love her. It's like that, plain and simple. I would do anything for her. I would even deny my love for her. I have denied myself for centuries. I have watched her. I have kept silent. I have never told her how much I love her. I just watch her and talk to her, playing the part of the forever friend.
That's how it's always been like, always. Well, it wasn't like that always. There was once a time when I felt as if she felt the same way. There was once a time I thought that maybe she would give me the chance to be hers.
All my hopes and dreams died when she met Aragorn. She loved him. She didn't love me. Whatever she had or did feel for me was nothing compared to what she felt for Aragorn. He was her true love. He was the person she needed more than anyone.
She would be lost without him. She would never be lost without me. I'm sure she'd mourn me but she'd never feel like she was half gone. She would get over it.
I thought all those thoughts and feelings were true until her wedding to Aragorn. I ofcourse was there. Everyone was there. If I wanted to play the charade I had played for the longest I had to go to, and go I did.
I watched them exchange vows of forever love. I tried not to scoff. There was no such thing as forever love to a man. He knew nothing of eternity and forever. I watched her pledge her life and love to him.
She was now his forever, but something lessened my grief during the wedding ceremony. Everyone was dancing with the bride so I thought I would too. After all, everyone else was.
May I have this dance Arwen?"
"Ofcourse Legolas."
I walked her out to the dance floor. I couldn't help but hold her as close as possible to me. She must have felt my love for her because I felt her tremble in my embrace. She now knew. I pulled back and looked in her eyes.
"I know you will never be mine but now you know."
"You should have told me so long ago. You should have. If you had told me we would have been together we really would have, but now it's too late. Now I can never be yours."
She's right, you know. I really should have told her all those years ago. I really should have. Why I didn't is still a mystry to me. One thing remains the same, she will never be mine.
That night as she celebrated her wedding I could see her sneaking glances at me. She had once felt the same way. As wicked as it may seem I was happy that day. For the first time, her thoughts weren't on Araogorn. And when she was supposed to be thinking about him she had been thinking about me. That thought in itself had brought me great joy. Even if it only lasted awhile to me it was enough to get me through all the ages.
*******
Even as I now hold her in my arms I know she will never be mine
The End
Summary: Legolas's point of view on his relationship wit Arwen and why she will never be his. This is a sad (angsty) Legolas/Arwen fanfiction.
Chapter1/1:
I watch her cry for her late husband. I know she loved him. Everyone loved Aragorn. Even I loved him. I hold her in my arms telling her that everything will be okay.
I hope she believes that. Do I even believe that? How could she be okay? She lost the love of her life. He was the one obstacle that stood in the way.
Even after decades I've learned to except the truth. She will never be mine. She was always meant for another. She was never meant to be mine.
I love her. It's like that, plain and simple. I would do anything for her. I would even deny my love for her. I have denied myself for centuries. I have watched her. I have kept silent. I have never told her how much I love her. I just watch her and talk to her, playing the part of the forever friend.
That's how it's always been like, always. Well, it wasn't like that always. There was once a time when I felt as if she felt the same way. There was once a time I thought that maybe she would give me the chance to be hers.
All my hopes and dreams died when she met Aragorn. She loved him. She didn't love me. Whatever she had or did feel for me was nothing compared to what she felt for Aragorn. He was her true love. He was the person she needed more than anyone.
She would be lost without him. She would never be lost without me. I'm sure she'd mourn me but she'd never feel like she was half gone. She would get over it.
I thought all those thoughts and feelings were true until her wedding to Aragorn. I ofcourse was there. Everyone was there. If I wanted to play the charade I had played for the longest I had to go to, and go I did.
I watched them exchange vows of forever love. I tried not to scoff. There was no such thing as forever love to a man. He knew nothing of eternity and forever. I watched her pledge her life and love to him.
She was now his forever, but something lessened my grief during the wedding ceremony. Everyone was dancing with the bride so I thought I would too. After all, everyone else was.
May I have this dance Arwen?"
"Ofcourse Legolas."
I walked her out to the dance floor. I couldn't help but hold her as close as possible to me. She must have felt my love for her because I felt her tremble in my embrace. She now knew. I pulled back and looked in her eyes.
"I know you will never be mine but now you know."
"You should have told me so long ago. You should have. If you had told me we would have been together we really would have, but now it's too late. Now I can never be yours."
She's right, you know. I really should have told her all those years ago. I really should have. Why I didn't is still a mystry to me. One thing remains the same, she will never be mine.
That night as she celebrated her wedding I could see her sneaking glances at me. She had once felt the same way. As wicked as it may seem I was happy that day. For the first time, her thoughts weren't on Araogorn. And when she was supposed to be thinking about him she had been thinking about me. That thought in itself had brought me great joy. Even if it only lasted awhile to me it was enough to get me through all the ages.
*******
Even as I now hold her in my arms I know she will never be mine
The End