Disclaimer: Once again, I own no copyrights to anything that has to do with Lord of the Rings, except this poem and the one before it. This has been bugging me and I just had to write it down.

Other stuff: I took the original of this down, fixed it, and re-posted it. Thank you to everyone who reviewed the first poem, though this one isn't a poem and just a short one-piece continuation. It warms my heart and makes me happy that other people actually read this. Oh, the first one took place from Legolas's perspective and this one's from Aragorn's.

Parallel Earth 2

"You're late."

Lost in your eyes, trapped in another world, parallel to the hell that we're in now. I smiled, so glad to see him, and I knew that he was glad to see me despite the differences we had. And the one thing that stood in-between us.

After confirming that I did indeed, looked like 'hell' as he put it, he took a small step back and held his hand out to me. A flash of white light off polished metal. The Evenstar, the necklace that showed that I had been bound to the elf princess, Arwen Undomiel*. The name held distaste in my mind after these months of travel. I could now remember why I was reluctant to bind myself to the beautiful elf maiden and her to myself; I had already given my heart to another member of elfin royalty.

I could see out of the corner of my eye another princess glancing at where my elf prince and I stood. Eowyn, ice princess of Rohan*, she had given her heart to me already, but I have too many. And in her eyes too, I can see that I could be in a parallel Middle Earth where I could marry her, become King of Gondor and Rohan*. But I could see the look of despair on her face as she saw me with him, she gracefully stepped away, seeing that she could never have my heart.

The green eyes before me were so beautiful, as were the face that they were situated on. I have known many elves in my life, but none like Legolas, who is beautiful inside and out. I could see our life together in his eyes. Although appropriate and common among elves, humans frowned upon same-sex relationships. We would be in exile together. I did not truly want to be king, and I did not have to be without Legolas by my side.

I embraced him, as he did with me, I never wanted to let go, I felt safe in his embrace although I would never have betrayed this to anyone that was watching. We just looked like two friends, happy to be reunited. He looked down at the necklace in my hand, I knew he was saddened by it, the parallel shows anything and everything. He stepped back, revealing the way to Theoden, King of Rohan.

"I will write to the Lord of Imladris and the Lady Undomiel to tell them of this most joyous news," he stated, never forgetting that I had promised myself to Arwen.

"Then go friend, and do not let me keep you waiting," I answered evenly, not wanting the adoration for him to be evident in my voice.

He did not answer me, but I saw the answer in our parallel earth.

"You will always keep me waiting Estel."

I walked away from him, I know that his heart broke as much as mine, but I also know that time would be able to heal all wounds that we received during this war. He would always be faithful to me in the last, and I to him. But I would not break my promise to Undomiel, and Legolas would not let me forget that. Even if we did, by some never happening chance, get the chance to live in our parallel Middle Earth.

"Namarie, mellon."

Fin.

Okay, that really wasn't that good, but I couldn't stop thinking about it, so decided to elaborate on the poem. I hope that you liked it enough to review. Also, I'm a huge A/L fan and hate Arwen, but I like the Arwen in the book. So lets all pretend that this is book Arwen that I'm talking about.

* Undomiel means Evenstar and is a name that Arwen has, just incase you didn't know that.

* Eowyn isn't really the princess of Rohan, but she could be considered the princess, but it's all just a matter of opinion.

* Okay, that's assuming that Theoden never forgives his banishment to Eomer and makes Eowyn next in the bloodline to receive the throne.