Torn from you

Mother of guilt

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~previously~

You will never share a family like that with Legolas. Didn't I warn you about what might happen? You sacrificed your life so that he could live in fear and hatred of your name, why? Is this what you have become? Your choice was simple; get Tauriel to confess to Legolas and then he would say no, she would go to the undying lands crying and you would live happily. Why didn't you? Because you are weak.

"Shut up!" I whisper-shouted and stood up in a rage to punch the wall with full force. I fell to the ground, clutching my bruised, bleeding hand and continued to cry myself to sleep.

It was around sundown when I woke up, my hand was now swollen and it was most certainly broken. I wiped my eyes and stood up feeling dizzy. I stumbled over to the door, struggling through the dehydration and loss of blood deciding that I should get my hand fixed. I walked down the silent hall, heading for the infirmary.

Once I had been healed I walked back to my room and collapsed onto my bed, not bothering to eat despite my hungry stomach. My hand had been bandaged and the would was stitched up, it wasn't broken but in fact, only badly bruised.

I have given up, not on life but on failing. I can't disappoint my peers, I would be giving in to Tauriel if I died suddenly. I need to be a good king, a better king and I need to move on from the horrors of my past even if it means without Legolas. From this day on I will rule Gondor!

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Legolas's PoV: (finally sry)

40 years later... (pls shoot me in the head I'm very sry)

I held my child in my hands; Ilithriel was the name of the elf that Tauriel had given birth to. I wasn't attracted to Tauriel in a loving way but the pressure of needing an heir forced me to overcome my obstacles. We were not married neither were we together in a loving way, the heir was what she offered and I accepted willingly to stop the pressured words that came from the elves mouths.

I looked down at the face of my daughter "Who's a little Greenleaf?" I asked the small child.

"Gaga" I laughed.

She had pale blue eyes just like mine and the signature golden hair amongst us Greenleaf's that was starting to form on her head. I had dreamt about raising her with Aragorn only the force it out of my mind. How dare I think of Aragorn like that after such a foul crime he committed? I sneered at the awful memory of him as if he was right in front of me, floating and disturbing my very presence. I remember that very day that all the love I had for him was almost completely gone, but I always knew that a part of me would never let go of the memories I had with him.

Notwithstanding what had happened, Tauriel had made awful attempts to confess her love to me, even though I had said countless times that I don't feel the same.

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Tauriel's PoV:

Guilt was not an emotion I was used to feeling. Guilt. The awful emotion knowing that you have done something wrong but can't change it back. Worry inside you if someone found out what you had done but you can't tell them. Legolas doesn't love me, I love him. I cannot deny that anymore, I have been too selfish enough as it is. That is why at this very moment I am walking to the one I love to confess, not of my love but of what I had done.

"No I have won, but that does not stop me from thinking that you are disgrace to elves but I can't be angry at you, with your help he can now live without me by his side he would surely have died of heartbreak if it wasn't for you and I thank you for that you lying bastard" I realise what he meant by that now, I have been thinking about it for years ever since he spoke those words. He was protecting him, he sacrificed his own self so that Legolas could live a happy life in Mirkwood. That is true love.

I walked until I saw Legolas sitting with Ilithriel and stopped to compose myself "Tauriel, why are you here?" He asked tilting his head to look at me when I was noticed.

"I came to talk to you, it's important" I walked over and sat down next to him taking Ilithriel from him which he was so distracted by.

"So is Ilithriel" I nodded.

"This is really important for me to tell you so you need to listen, it will be hard for me and you will probably hate me" I confessed.

"Tell me" He said concerned present in his voice.

"I framed Aragorn, I wanted you for myself so I framed him" His eyes widened.

"No you didn't, all the hints were there, how in valars name could there be any possible way to fake it?!" He yelled, causing a few passersby to turn around and stare.

"When I went talk to him I told him I had won because I threatened that if he didn't leave you then I would fake a scenario to make you hate him. He wouldn't leave you so I did it and he spoke to me saying 'No I have won, but that does not stop me from thinking that you are disgrace to elves but I can't be angry at you, with your help he can now live without me by his side he would surely have died of heartbreak if it wasn't for you and I thank you for that you lying bastard' I had wondered what it meant but now I understand, he sacrificed his own love for you so that when he leaves for Gondor, you won't die from heartbreak and you could live on" I swallowed, nervous to hear his answer.

"Do you not understand what you have done?" He asked in utter shock after hearing my words. I looked down fiddling with my hands nervously.

"I do and I'm sorry" I apologised.

"That won't be enough, in fact, it will never be enough. Because of you, he is probably dying of old age without me next to him to comfort him" He half yelled in frustration and concern.

"He was only trying to protect you" I said trying to defend myself.

"But were you? No. You had every chance to tell me but you decide that now is the best time when our child is born! A child that I could have been raising with the ONE I LOVE! Do you not understand what you have done?!" He stood up, glaring down at me, even the glare that he gave Aragorn that day was nothing to match this one, he looked completely furious.

"I do and I am sorry" I said my hands beginning to sweat.

"You better be because don't count on it that I will ever return to ask for your sorry face again" He stared at me for a second before looking down at the floor, his face paler than I have ever seen it before.

"Legolas?" I asked concerned.

"That's enough! Look after Ilithriel and raise her to become queen if I never return" He demanded.

"B-" He cut me off sharply.

"Do you promise me?!" He yelled.

"I do, my king" I said and bowed with Ilithriel still in my arms.

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Legolas's PoV:

I ran down to the stables, my mind blank and only able to focus on one person; Aragorn. I jumped onto Arod and rode into the distance at full speed only hoping that Aragorn was still alive.