"Nana! Nana! I am coming!"
Oh how those words rung in Celebrían's heart as she saw her daughter come dancing towards her. It sang so sweetly in her blood, her head was light with joy. She fell on to her knees. The silver light of Telperion shone about Arwen as she ran, black hair flying. Grey eyes shone with love and tears. The End had come. Morgoth had been thrown down and the Silmarils recovered. With their light and Yavanna's song, Telperion and Laurelin had grown once more, gold and silver, and now darkness could not touch the Blessed Realms, and there was no more need for sun or moon. And now was the time when those who had chosen other paths could never be sundered from their families again. Arwen reached her and sank down, embracing her. "Nana." she whispered, and that was all. It spoke of Ages of loneliness and grief. It spoke of how she had longed for the comforting embrace of her mother. It spoke of life, and of loss, and of love undying.
"Ai! Iell nin!" whispered Celebrían. "Never leave me, daughter, never again."
"I never will." was Arwen's soft promise, crystal on the silver air. The flowering trees of Valimar brought a fragrant wind about them.
And then Arwen began to fade. Her face grew pale and then disappeared as blackness came. Celebrían leapt to her feet with an echoing scream, grasping at the air, seeking to hold her daughter's embrace. Telperion's blossom rode high as a waxing crescent, shimmering upon the sea waves. "A dream." she whispered. "It was only a dream. I still have Ages to wait."
Far away, laughter echoed in the palace of Minas Tirith. But the Undómiel's mirth was stilled, as for one heartbeat, she felt the agony in her mother's heart throb with in her own.