This chapter is kinda short compared to the others. Mostly Legolas thinking
about stuff…This chapter is not a song-fic but the next one might be. It
takes place a few days after the last chapter. And as we all know Aragorn
already promised to marry Arwen, but he forgot about her when he met
Legolas. So don't be so surprised. Enjoy!
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The day I had dreaded had finally come. Aragron and Arwen's wedding. I hadn't wanted to go, but Merry convinced me to. He said that by seeing it I might be able to forget Aragorn. I had never realized how conciencious the hobbit was, and I admired him for it.
"I now pronounce you man and wife," the minister said and there was much cheering as Aragorn kissed his wife. I sat there among the rest of the Fellowship, in the grips of a vividly colored dream.
"I'll love you forever Legolas," were the words I heard as I watched them. The black haired whore that separated us and then my eyes fell on him.
My love that had ripped my heart out of my chest and threw it bleeding in the dirt. And that's what I felt like…dirt. Dirt for even falling in love with a human. That was what I had been warned about since I was little, humans. They are good for nothing, self-obsessed bastards, who will destroy the elven race.
When I met Aragorn I didn't want to believe this but now he had gone and proved me wrong. Damn it, why did I always have to see the good in people?
"Legolas are you alright?" asked Merry, glancing up at me.
"I'll be fine my friend," I said, trying to smile. "I just need to get away from this place."
"Alright. But if you need someone to talk to you know who to come to."
"That comforts me greatly," I said sincerely, before hurrying to the doors. I was then rooted to the spot when I felt a broad hand on my shoulders.
"Why are you leaving so fast Legolas?" asked the voice I loathed yet loved.
"I do not wish to speak with you Aragorn," I whispered, my head bowed.
"You know my duties as king," he said, switching to elvish, so we wouldn't be overheard. "It wouldn't have worked." That remark infuriated me.
"Save your lies!" I hissed. "You are not worthy to speak the tongue of my fathers." And then I ran, trying to put as much distance between us.
After what seemed like an eternity I reached my chambers. But to my surprise there was someone seated on my bed. Someone I hated even more than Aragorn.
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The day I had dreaded had finally come. Aragron and Arwen's wedding. I hadn't wanted to go, but Merry convinced me to. He said that by seeing it I might be able to forget Aragorn. I had never realized how conciencious the hobbit was, and I admired him for it.
"I now pronounce you man and wife," the minister said and there was much cheering as Aragorn kissed his wife. I sat there among the rest of the Fellowship, in the grips of a vividly colored dream.
"I'll love you forever Legolas," were the words I heard as I watched them. The black haired whore that separated us and then my eyes fell on him.
My love that had ripped my heart out of my chest and threw it bleeding in the dirt. And that's what I felt like…dirt. Dirt for even falling in love with a human. That was what I had been warned about since I was little, humans. They are good for nothing, self-obsessed bastards, who will destroy the elven race.
When I met Aragorn I didn't want to believe this but now he had gone and proved me wrong. Damn it, why did I always have to see the good in people?
"Legolas are you alright?" asked Merry, glancing up at me.
"I'll be fine my friend," I said, trying to smile. "I just need to get away from this place."
"Alright. But if you need someone to talk to you know who to come to."
"That comforts me greatly," I said sincerely, before hurrying to the doors. I was then rooted to the spot when I felt a broad hand on my shoulders.
"Why are you leaving so fast Legolas?" asked the voice I loathed yet loved.
"I do not wish to speak with you Aragorn," I whispered, my head bowed.
"You know my duties as king," he said, switching to elvish, so we wouldn't be overheard. "It wouldn't have worked." That remark infuriated me.
"Save your lies!" I hissed. "You are not worthy to speak the tongue of my fathers." And then I ran, trying to put as much distance between us.
After what seemed like an eternity I reached my chambers. But to my surprise there was someone seated on my bed. Someone I hated even more than Aragorn.