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'The Last Lament'
Chapter 1. A Day of Sadness
Numbed with grief, unable to stop the tears from falling, Arwen untwined her hand from his, kissed his cheek and made to leave the House of Kings, stopping for a final look at her husband, as he lay in peace. " Namarie, my love" she whispered.
Ellesar had chosen the time of his death, as was the gift of the One to his race, just as Arwen had chosen to live a mortal life. She had never regretted this choice; her heart had let her make no other. Elrond had tried to warn her of the bitterness of mortality and she now fully understood his fears. The only consolation she could find was in the knowledge that it would not be long before she joined her beloved. Closing the doors, she turned and headed for the palace. It was time to begin her preparations for she knew that before the year was over she would say her last goodbyes and leave Minis Tirith forever.
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Legolas sought solace in his favourite part of the woods he now called home, the branches of one of the oldest trees in Ithilien. Even here there was little comfort, for the trees themselves whispered of sadness. All day long a creeping sadness had begun casting a shadow over his thoughts. A sense of despair brushed his soul with a feather light touch and he recognised it instantly. "Arwen!" These two were beings were possessed of such sensitive spirits and had a developed a link during their childhood days which transcended time and even, it would seem, Arwen's choice of mortality. The pain and sadness emanating from her beautiful spirit broke his heart. A feeling of unease urged him to climb to the top of the tree, from where he could see, just barely, the towers of the White City.
Grief overwhelmed him as he saw that the flags on the towers were lowered, signalling the death of the King. Tears flowed freely as he sang a lament for the passing of his much loved friend. The sweet yet mournful song carried through the forest and the other elves bowed their heads in grief. Aragorn, as he wished to be called by them, was well known and loved by the elves of Eryn Lasgalen who had come to live with their prince. As the last strains of songs left his lips, Legolas climbed down from the tree and made his way back to his city. As soon as he had sent message to Gimli he would ride to Minis Tirith.
'The Last Lament'
Chapter 1. A Day of Sadness
Numbed with grief, unable to stop the tears from falling, Arwen untwined her hand from his, kissed his cheek and made to leave the House of Kings, stopping for a final look at her husband, as he lay in peace. " Namarie, my love" she whispered.
Ellesar had chosen the time of his death, as was the gift of the One to his race, just as Arwen had chosen to live a mortal life. She had never regretted this choice; her heart had let her make no other. Elrond had tried to warn her of the bitterness of mortality and she now fully understood his fears. The only consolation she could find was in the knowledge that it would not be long before she joined her beloved. Closing the doors, she turned and headed for the palace. It was time to begin her preparations for she knew that before the year was over she would say her last goodbyes and leave Minis Tirith forever.
******
Legolas sought solace in his favourite part of the woods he now called home, the branches of one of the oldest trees in Ithilien. Even here there was little comfort, for the trees themselves whispered of sadness. All day long a creeping sadness had begun casting a shadow over his thoughts. A sense of despair brushed his soul with a feather light touch and he recognised it instantly. "Arwen!" These two were beings were possessed of such sensitive spirits and had a developed a link during their childhood days which transcended time and even, it would seem, Arwen's choice of mortality. The pain and sadness emanating from her beautiful spirit broke his heart. A feeling of unease urged him to climb to the top of the tree, from where he could see, just barely, the towers of the White City.
Grief overwhelmed him as he saw that the flags on the towers were lowered, signalling the death of the King. Tears flowed freely as he sang a lament for the passing of his much loved friend. The sweet yet mournful song carried through the forest and the other elves bowed their heads in grief. Aragorn, as he wished to be called by them, was well known and loved by the elves of Eryn Lasgalen who had come to live with their prince. As the last strains of songs left his lips, Legolas climbed down from the tree and made his way back to his city. As soon as he had sent message to Gimli he would ride to Minis Tirith.