A/N: I tried to keep this somewhat canon, but this is a slash story. If you don't like the idea of Aragorn and Legolas being involved in a romantic relationship, please read something else. If you are dumb enough to read this story even though you know you aren't open-minded enough to accept a story about love between two men, please don't flame me because of your own stupidity. Everyone else, please leave a review, even if you hated it, just please tell me why you liked or disliked it so I can improve my writing. Also, this was originally a song fic. If you would like to read the songfic version, please e-mail me or visit my livejournal at www. livejournal. com/ users/ lissewen (leave out the spaces).

Disclaimer: I do not own Aragorn, Legolas, or anything else; nor do I make any profit from this story. Unfortunately I cannot even hope to rival Tolkien, the great creator of Middle Earth, and I have no claim to his creation. This distortion of his characters was written purely for entertainment and to improve my writing skills.

The Sea Is Calling (chapter 2)

Arwen found her husband and his best friend the next morning, locked in each other's embrace. They were slumbering soundly, blissfully unaware they were being watched. Arwen ran blindly down the corridor, hot tears stinging her eyes and rushing down her face. She stumbled to her room. She slammed the door shut and slumped against the wall, sobbing. She remained that way until Aragorn came back to their room. He saw Arwen sitting on the floor. She was leaning against the wall and crying. Her beautiful face was red and blotchy. Her eyelids were puffy and swollen. "What's wrong, dear?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

"I saw you with him!" Arwen spat out, unable even to say Legolas's name. Aragorn was speechless. What was he to do? "How could you betray me like that? I gave up immortality for you! The least you could've done was to tell me you never loved me!" Aragorn had never seen Arwen this upset. He didn't know what to say that wouldn't make her even angrier, so he said nothing at all.

"I went looking for you to tell you I'm pregnant, and I find you in someone else's arms, a man's, no less! If you don't tell Legolas to leave now, I'll tell everyone about you two, and I'll go back to Rivendell! You'll never see your baby. I swear, if you go to see him or even write to him, I'll leave and take the child with me! Go, tell him to leave, and I never want to see that bastard again!"

Somewhere during Arwen''s tirade, Aragorn had begun weeping. What could he do? He went to go talk to Legolas.

Meanwhile, Legolas stood at his window gazing at the stars. He could no longer hear the gulls, but their call still echoed in his head. A distraught Aragorn burst throught the door. "What's the matter, love?" Aragorn told him about Arwen and her ultimatum. Legolas just stood there in a state of shock. Aragorn continued, "I don't know what to do. How can I choose between my love and my baby?" Legolas knew what he had to do.

"Aragorn, I love you. I love you too much to make you lose your wife and child. I love you too much to cause you dishonor in the eyes of your people. I know this hurts now, but
someday our love will be just a memory. Someday soon the pain will go away, and you'll be happy with your
little family. All I ask is that when you arrive at the Hall of Mandos, you'll remember how much we loved each other, and you'll try to find me."

Aragorn wept as Legolas packed his things. Legolas had to exert all his willpower to keep from taking Aragorn in his arms and promising to never leave his side. When he had his belongings together, Legolas wrapped his arms around Aragorn and briefly kissed him goodbye. "Farewell, my love." He managed to get to the stable before he broke down. Once in the stable, the elf collapsed, sobbing like a child. He wept until he could weep no more. Then, he saddled his horse and rode straight to the Grey Havens, only stopping when the horse needed rest.

Legolas had to wait for a few days until another ship set sail. His thoughts were constantly plagued with memories of Aragorn. Once he was on the ship, his mind went back to when he promised Aragorn he would wait to sail to Valinor. Was it only a week ago? It seemed like it had been years. He looked around. They were barely out of the harbor. It wasn't too late to go back. He plunged into the frigid water and swam to shore.

He came up on a rather deserted part of the beach. He sat on the warm sand for a minute before realizing he still had his knife with him. He pulled it out of the sheath and wiped it on the grass, drying it to prevent rusting. The small dagger had been a gift from Aragorn. As Legolas held it, he contemplated killing himself and ending his miseries. The sharp blade seemed to beckon to him.

However, he knew it was fruitless. Being an elf, dying was just another way to Valinor. There would be no relief from this pain. Hope was gone; the only thing holding him here was his promise. Aragorn was out of his reach. He could never bring himself to love another. Hope had fled; all that was left was misery.