Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own this noble people. I do not. I just love them from afar. Sob

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With a sigh
You turn away
With a deepening heart
No words to say

Aragorn let slip the glistening diadem into Arwen's white palm. He closed her fingers over it gently his own hand trembling, betraying his heart, "This belongs to you."

His voice was gruff, harsh when he wished it only to be soft and gentle. Her eyes met his and for a moment Aragorn wished to gather her to him and never let her go. Her sweet expression, the dew like tears that shone on her cheeks were so precious to him.

"It was a gift." her words trembled in the air between them, her hand taking both of his and returning the warm necklace to his calloused palm, "Keep it."

For a moment they drew together, their breath mingling and hands attentively touching the other like glass. But as the radiance of ages had made them separate races so now it set an impenetrable wall behind them.

"Go now." Aragorn whispered, but he could not fully release her. Arwen's hand caressed his face once and she kissed his cheek.

"Remember me." she breathed.

Then she slipped away leaving him aching and cold still reaching out as if to hold her close to him again. But her dear lithe figure drew ever away to where her kin, the Eldar waited for their beloved princess. They moved around her lovingly and Elrond lifted her gently onto the back of the beast that would carry her to the Havens.

Aragorn stayed back just in sight of the departing band. His eyes never leaving the sleek black hair of the Evenstar. His hand clasped the diadem so tight the stone and metal cut into his palm.

At a signal from Elrond the elves raised their banners and a low song of home fell from their lips. She never looked back at him and Aragorn was grateful for he was dying inside as the fair procession disappeared through the arched portcullis of the city.

Elrond, his father, looked back, his eyes filled with pain and gratitude. Aragorn breathed deeply and bowed a hand over his heart, his father returned the gesture slowly and for of love.

Then he too, the last link to Aragorn's past, was gone.

Aragorn watched as the bright company continued across the fields and villages of Pelennor until they were lost to his sight and only the ghost of their haunting song whispered on the wind.

In Minas Tirith, brimming with the newly burgeoning population Aragorn stood alone upon the walls watching his love leave him forever. She should go for even in this world they were not meant to live and love together for it was not given to the Edain and Eldar so.

The Evenstar warm and regal lay in his hand and mirrored the tears that fell freely from his grey eyes. Aragorn suddenly felt the weight of the world was on his shoulders and now he was truly alone. But such grief is too much for the mere collection of words to express.

That night Aragorn stayed on the mountain alone while his love ever moved away from him. Her sweet trusting face, wearily consenting to his encouragement for her to leave Middle earth. She was not strong anymore and Aragorn could not have been strong enough to warrant her life with him.

Sleep finally claimed the weary mind of Gondor's king but even then his dreams were troubled with thoughts of his future without Arwen. For himself and his people for he must marry someone But sleep could not answer these questions and he woke weary and unrested.

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