Note: None of these characters are mine! Contains male/male pairing between Haldir/Legolas! This fic might turn into an Aragorn/Legolas fic as well. Warning for violence and angst! The next two chapters have POVs- this chapter is Aragorn's POV on the whole thing. Contains flashbacks, but takes place about four or five years later, after the Prologue. This contains a song that is not written by me! I am using real Elvish in this as well, sorry if I mess it up. It's my first time. The translations are in ( ). Elvish is in '', as always.

Severed Bond

Part 1

I stood at the window, looking out at the rain.

It seems like its always raining, ever since Arwen…

A deep sigh escaped from me.

It feels like it was just yesterday when I found her laying lifeless in the garden, with one of his arrows in her heart. The discarded bow had been laying nearby. I knew that bow well, for Galadriel had given to him.

I thought the pain would get easier, but instead it has gotten worse. Knowing that Legolas lives burns me up inside. I wish that I'd gotten the chance to finish what I'd started. But he knew me better than anyone, and knew to keep ahead of me. I will never stop chasing him, until I get my revenge.

I did not care that I had once loved him, or that he had once loved me. But Legolas had destroyed any trace of the love that I might still have felt for him when he murdered Arwen. Was it jealousy? He hadn't seemed that upset when we finally parted, though Legolas never did show if he was hurting or not.

He was there the day Arwen and I wed, and did not say if it pained him to watch me wed another. Legolas wouldn't have, for it was not his way. He had not wanted to hurt Arwen, for he was supposedly a close friend to her. What was it, then, that had made him do such a terrible thing?

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We were sweethearts in summer, lovers by fall

But wintertime came and put a chill to it all

Now we cannot forgive what we will not forget

We've both said things that we should regret

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I've gone everywhere he's been spotted, but I've always heard the same thing.

"They just left town."

Legolas was always one step ahead of me. He and Haldir. The news that Haldir of 'Lorien was the one who stopped me from killing Legolas was shocking. Many had thought he'd gone West, but apparently not, for he had saved my former friend from death.

Legolas claimed he was innocent, but that cannot be. He refused to say where he was the night Arwen was murdered, and I know for a fact that he was not seen by anyone in my kingdom. So he was hiding something.

Then there was the matter of the weapons used against Arwen. Only he had those particular arrows, and that special bow. An Elf would not just leave his weapons laying around where anyone could use them. Legolas hadn't had an explanation for why they were in the garden, though he said he had not taken his bow or quiver with him when he left.

Gandalf believes in his innocence, but I do not. If he was innocent, he would not keep running from me. Instead, he would say where he was that night. He said he hadn't even been in Gondor.

I remembered how limp Arwen had been. Shock was the expression on her face, and hurt. Someone she knew had killed her, but the only person I believed that it could be was Legolas. He was the only one close enough to Arwen to take her by surprise.

Her blood had stained my clothes, as I shouted her name in grief. The arrow…that cursed Elven arrow of death… It had the markings of the Prince of Mirkwood. I knew those arrows to well to mistake them for another's. I'd seen Legolas working on them numerous times. And that golden bow…

Anything I felt for him, friendship, caring… anything at all… It had all died that day, as I had lifted my dead wife in my arms, and cradled her to my chest. I cried my agony to the night.

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Now my love for you has turned to hate

It's a total reversal of emotional states

A sad conclusion I have to relate

My love for you has turned to hate

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Gandalf had been the first to come, then the guards followed him. None had seen Legolas; they did not know where he was. I ordered messengers sent to Rivendell, to tell Elladan and Elrohir of what had occurred.

When Legolas showed up hours late, I ordered him to be brought to me- by force, if necessary. He'd been dragged to me, with confusion and hurt in his eyes. The Elven prince hadn't seemed to know what was going on.

I'd informed him of Arwen's death; he turned ashen before me and asked who had done it. I held up the arrow that had been removed from my wife, and flung it at him. Legolas had caught it, bewildered, and had looked back at me. I then showed him his bow.

"You killed her," I'd coldly said. "And you will pay the price."

Legolas gasped, "I did not! I would never kill Arwen, and I just returned from…" He closed his mouth, hiding something.

My face hardened. "How dare you deny it! She was found dead with your arrow in her and your bow nearby."

"How can you accuse me?" he questioned in Western. 'Amin irma quen, Aragorn.' (I desire to speak, Aragorn.)

'Dina, wethrinaer!' I snapped. (Be silent,  deceitful one!)

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The bright summer sun left us blinded and sure

That we'd both found a love that was bound to endure

But then the clouds rolled in and as my eyes adjusted

I was staring at someone who couldn't be trusted

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Anguish was on Legolas' face, for he knew that I was serious.

I hated him and I hated myself for hating him. He looked bewildered as he stood there gazing at me in shock, and I clenched my teeth. "Get him out of my sight and lock him up, while I decide his punishment," I hissed.

Legolas was roughly grabbed by the arms and dragged away. 'Mankoi, Aragorn?" he whispered. (Why, Aragorn?) His voice pleaded for understanding. Why was he acting like he didn't know why I was doing this? He was trying to trick me, I decided.

I remained silent, until I could no longer hear his Elvish words.

"Do you truly believe that Legolas killed Arwen?" Gandulf asked, an edge in his voice.

I looked at him. "If I did not, he would not be a prisoner," I retorted. I calmly took a sip from the goblet of wine I held. It made me feel better to take my anger out on the one who had done this. Legolas had insisted that he was innocent, but would not speak of where he had been.

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I felt the hot summer sun through my cotton shirt

Then I had wine that reminded me of cherries and dirt

But then I caught the smell of fresh fallen leaves

And heard a lonely bird singing in a skeleton tree

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I truly did not want to kill him, and it nearly broke my heart when I informed him of my decision. The coldness in his blue eyes had shattered me into pieces, but I never let him see it. How could my wife's murderer affect me like this?

I was angry at everyone, but mostly myself. It was easier to take it out on Legolas, especially when I believed that he was guilty.

The facts were against him. None had seen him anywhere else around the time that the Healers had told me that Arwen was probably killed; his weapons had been used, and he was not known for leaving them lying around; Legolas refused to say where he had been, which was a definite sign that he was hiding something; and a strand of blond hair had been found on Arwen. Very few blond Elves were in Gondor or came to visit; Legolas was the exception. Or had been.

I sighed, and brought my thoughts up to the present day. It was winter once more, and snow covered most of Middle Earth.

And still I missed Arwen. I was a king, so I was not allowed to grieve in public. I had loved her dearly, and now the only emotion I felt was burning hatred.

Legolas and Haldir had been spotted once more, in a remote town known as Sorin. I was heading there in a few hours, as soon as the wind and billowing snow died down once more.

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Now there's snow on the ground and a chill in my heart

I'm waiting for the thaw and a brand-new start

I know Spring follows Winter, then it's Summer again

But I don't think that we'll ever be friends

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When I found Legolas, I was going to make him suffer greatly. I remembered what he had told me, of getting his own revenge against me for the whipping he'd received. I had been trying to force a confession out of him, for the laws, which I had not decreed- they were created by Denethor- said that if a convicted killer did not confess, he had to die.

Stubborn to the last, Legolas never confessed. He continued his claims of innocence, right up to the point where I'd been about to kill him. Then Haldir had interfered. I'd seen the look in those blue eyes; Legolas had been expecting to die. Why had Haldir saved him? I didn't understand that. Nor had I understood Gandalf's valiant defense of the Elven prince. Gandalf felt that Legolas was innocent and had not committee the crime for which he had been sentenced to die for.

But it was no matter. The laws said that Legolas had to die, though I knew that part of me was loathe to do it.

To never hear his laughter or soft voice again, to never see his fair beauty or feel the touch of a friend once more… that hurt. But I had my duty to fulfill.

Even if my heart would lead me astray.

And I hated my heart, for I hated him. Why did I care if he died or not? Legolas deserved it for doing this to me.

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CHORUS Repeat

I'll say it one more time in case you came in too late

My love for you has turned to hate

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To be continued