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“My fate and your fate do not cross paths… they do not intertwine and merge into one, into something we could both call ‘ours’. ” The elf said, not with malice, yet his words were poisoned with hurt and anger.
“One must hope, Legolas.” Aragorn tried to reason.
“Well, we must astray from this foolish hope that lies within our souls!” Legolas yelled at him, making the ranger widen his eyes in surprise.
Heavy silence fell upon them.
“I wish you would’ve told me this before I went and fell in love with you.” Aragorn murmured as he lowered his head.
“Oh, Estel. My love for you is etched into my veins. It flows through my body, it feeds me when I ache from hunger, it satiates my thirst. My heart belongs to you, but we cannot be bound together. Not in this world.” The elf approached his lover carefully, cupping his face with his hands.
Aragorn wouldn’t look at him.
“You’re so selfish, Legolas! Why must you act like this? Why must you hurt me so?” He spat, angrily, though refused to raise his gaze, and therefore directed his words at the ground.
The light in Legolas’ eyes dimmed, and his features no longer held any joy. He pecked Aragorn’s lips with regret and let go of his face.
“Maybe one day you will understand.”
Bereft of any words, Aragorn watched as the elf went on his way, away from him, and wished for a chance to bring him back in his arms again, though it was too late.
Their paths parted, and Aragorn never felt as lonely before as he did now.