Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, and honestly, Sauron is the lord of the Ring, and who'd want him?
I loved you.
You loved my daughter.
You loved her, and you pledged yourself to her, and you wed her, and you killed her just as surely as if you'd driven a stake through her heart. You chose to die, you chose your time, and you took her with you. My beautiful daughtermy sweet one, my Evenstar.
If you were not already dead, I would kill you myself. I would cut you open and break your heart as agonizingly as you broke hers.
But you are dead, and she is dead, and nothing I could do to you would bring my Arwen back to me.
I can only remember when I loved you so much...
You looked at me sadly. I stared at you in shock. I had just told you who you were: Aragorn son of Arathorn, Chieftain of the Dúnedain and Heir of Isildur. But you had a surprise up your sleeve as well.
"I have met Undómiel, Adar," you looked at me with shining eyes– shining with tears and hope. Estel. "I love her."
I turned away from you. Ai Valar, how am I cursed so that I must endure this twice? But no, perhaps my daughter did not love him– this unproven boy with an unfulfilled destiny. Perhaps the Evenstar could still be saved.
"Go," I said. My voice sounded harsh.
"Adar?"
"Go!" I whirled and glared at you. "You will not see Arwen again, Aragorn."
You flinched as if I had struck you. Then you turned and walked, head lowered, towards your chambers.
Except for the day you left, I do not remember the next few years very clearly. Perhaps I do not want to. You left, and I found that Arwen missed you. Your brothers agreed with my decision. Though Celebrían was long gone, her shadow hung over us now, and Elladan and Elrohir did not wish to lose their sister as well. I sent Arwen back to Lothlórien, hoping that she would forget. Not knowing that Lórien would be the first place you would look.
When Galadriel told me that you and Arwen had pledged to each other in Lórien... I believe that was the day when my cooling love for you began to harden. And so, many years later when I sent you with the Companions of the Ring, I did so with a secret half-hope that you would fall.
That you would fall, and Ennor would turn to darkness, and I and my children could sail. And forget.
And then when you were crowned, I knew, before long, it would be not only King Elessar but also Queen Undómiel. And I could not stop you, I could not save her, not even as she wed the one who would cause her death. So I sailed to Valinor, and forgot, for a time, with my Celebrían.
And many years later the prince of Eryn Lasgalen arrived, with his dwarf elvellon and his pain and grief and told me that you were dead and that my Arwen was dying.
And I do not know whether to grieve at the passing of Estel or rejoice at the end of Elessar.