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Today I saw my wife standing in front of the mirror in our bed chamber with a look of regret upon her face as she cried. Her slender fingers reached up to trace the outline of wrinkles that had shown on her face with the sign of aging. She ran her fingers through her hair, mourning the grey that had begun to take over.
In my eyes she is still beautiful and I would fight a thousand orcs and more if it meant her happiness. Although I know I cannot give her youth or her immortality back to her, I swore to her that she would not know sadness in this life.
I feel as though I have failed her.
Arwen knew not that I watched her as she let the silent tears trace down her cheeks to drip onto the floor. After all, she would not want me to know her pain. But I still cannot help but feel useless at my failed promise. It has all been in vain.
We met in the hallway just outside and she was surprised to see me there. A smile overtook her features, but I knew it was not true. Her smiles have not been true for some time. And I only pity myself for this, though I am certain I deserve no pity from anyone. I know that I do not.
My arms stretched out to her, bringing her to my chest and I held her tightly as she had begun to cry. The pain she felt was now my own.
"I am sorry for all the grief I have caused you," I whispered into her hair as tears had begun to flood my own eyes. "I am so sorry."
"There is nothing you need apologize for," she said into the hollow of my neck. "You have done everything to ensure my happiness. I love you for it."
"But I have failed you."
Arwen then lifted her head and gazed into my tired, worn eyes. She shook her head and brought her hand to my face.
"You have never failed me in the past, and you will not do so in the future," she replied.
"There is so little time left for us."
"That is the price we all pay for a mortal life. I want nothing more than to enjoy my time left here with you."
The tears that had flooded my eyes before fell freely as I embraced her tighter than I had ever done before. She held onto me as I let my emotions flow, baring myself to the world.
Yes, it was true that our time was almost finished. Eldarion would become king and slowly Arwen and I would both die. But there were still years left before that time. She and I both knew this. We would embrace these years wholeheartedly until the end.
a/n: just fic that i wrote in the attempt to write another fic. review!
Today I saw my wife standing in front of the mirror in our bed chamber with a look of regret upon her face as she cried. Her slender fingers reached up to trace the outline of wrinkles that had shown on her face with the sign of aging. She ran her fingers through her hair, mourning the grey that had begun to take over.
In my eyes she is still beautiful and I would fight a thousand orcs and more if it meant her happiness. Although I know I cannot give her youth or her immortality back to her, I swore to her that she would not know sadness in this life.
I feel as though I have failed her.
Arwen knew not that I watched her as she let the silent tears trace down her cheeks to drip onto the floor. After all, she would not want me to know her pain. But I still cannot help but feel useless at my failed promise. It has all been in vain.
We met in the hallway just outside and she was surprised to see me there. A smile overtook her features, but I knew it was not true. Her smiles have not been true for some time. And I only pity myself for this, though I am certain I deserve no pity from anyone. I know that I do not.
My arms stretched out to her, bringing her to my chest and I held her tightly as she had begun to cry. The pain she felt was now my own.
"I am sorry for all the grief I have caused you," I whispered into her hair as tears had begun to flood my own eyes. "I am so sorry."
"There is nothing you need apologize for," she said into the hollow of my neck. "You have done everything to ensure my happiness. I love you for it."
"But I have failed you."
Arwen then lifted her head and gazed into my tired, worn eyes. She shook her head and brought her hand to my face.
"You have never failed me in the past, and you will not do so in the future," she replied.
"There is so little time left for us."
"That is the price we all pay for a mortal life. I want nothing more than to enjoy my time left here with you."
The tears that had flooded my eyes before fell freely as I embraced her tighter than I had ever done before. She held onto me as I let my emotions flow, baring myself to the world.
Yes, it was true that our time was almost finished. Eldarion would become king and slowly Arwen and I would both die. But there were still years left before that time. She and I both knew this. We would embrace these years wholeheartedly until the end.
a/n: just fic that i wrote in the attempt to write another fic. review!