Author's Note: This is a poem I found hidden in a file. I wrote this several years ago. I was probably thirteen or fourteen. Though it is totally against the laws of poetry, I'm still remotely fond of it. Please review!

Evenstar

There was a maiden long ago,

And in this story I tell of her woe

She was, indeed, a maiden fair,

The starlight shown within her hair

Her face was the fairest to behold

In all the land, so I am told

He eyes were deep, her feet were light,

And farther than mortals can see, her sight

Her years longer than the kings of old,

And though not fearless, she was bold.

Her people she was Evenstar of,

For her beauty and her love

She dwelt in fair Rivendel

For longer years than men can tell

And there, in a twilight garden glen,

She met Aragorn: a king of men

He saw her beauty and loved her so

Her whole self beamed and seemed to glow

And at that time she knew, even then,

That hers was the fate of Lúthien.

Elrond sensed what Aragorn's silence meant,

And knew that one of their hearts must be rent

But he forbade Aragorn to marry,

Till the king of Gondor in Middle-Earth he did tarry

So at that time Aragorn left Rivendel,

And to Arwen he bade a sad farewell

And Arwen went back to Celeborn and Galadriel,

And for some time, in Lorien, did dwell

Out of the north Aragorn entered the fair forest,

To Arwen it went quite unnoticed.

It was on Cerin Amroth then,

That Arwen chose the fate of men

For Aragorn, under leaf and tree,

Like an elven lord he seemed to be

They walked and spoke beneath the trees,

And a loved blossomed, stronger that raging seas

Indeed, on Cerin Amroth on a midsummer's night,

Arwen promised to forsake the twilight,

To give up her immortality for love sake

And yet she knew, at this time, Elrond's heart would break.

Years went by, and Arwen waited

For Aragorn to return, as he had stated

Minutes seem hours, and days forever,

For two hearts to be together

When of some news was heard joyous tiding

Back to her love Arwen went riding

And so in the long awaited year, they were wed

To the Grey Havens Elrond did head

Though his heart for his daughter was sore,

Because of who he was he could go to Valinor.

Aragorn and Arwen ruled for many a year

Arwen bore a son, Eldarion, and many daughters, which she held dear

The kin reclaimed the land that had, for many years, been lost

Bilbo's song had been true: "Deep roots are not reached by the frost"

And long there was peace in all the land

Things began to heal that had been touched by the white hand

But for the elves this was not enough. Man's time had just begun,

But theirs was over. And their songs are here, no longer sung,

For the elves, long ago, passed over the seas to Elven-Home

The elves do no more this world roam.

When, at last, the time did come for Aragorn to depart,

Arwen pleaded, feeling in full, the loneliness of heart

'No my love, you cannot die, for I hold you to dear,

You are the only thing that has kept me here!'

Aragorn just kissed her hand and said farewell,

And there he died, a smile on his face, or so I've heard it tell

Arwen left Gondor and went to Lorien, empty of its former glory

She went to Cerin Amroth, and there it ended her story,

For the Evenstar of her people died the death of the mortal race

With the wind brushing the elanor and niphredil softly about her face.