One Last Time: Arwen's Last Ride
A lady whose fairness was unmatched and the wisdom in her eyes surpassing all around her reached out across the vast lands as it rolled by. Her hair flowed behind her like a blanket that clothes the midnight sky and a dark blue veil covered her white rose skin. Bright eyes that would shine upon the world were closed, edged in a silver, crystal tear. Her sweet colored lips trembled lightly, but no bell-like sound escaped.
How could so much have gone so wrong, so fast? Was not less than a day ago that she had laughed sweetly beside her noble love's shoulder? Had not all been well? Why must she cry so for something beyond her reach? So many questions and no answers to answer them.
She fingered the soft velvet of her gown wrapped around her slender frame. It was the same feel of her love's hair; his soft, rich hair. A soft tear rolled down her cheek and she rode on.
She was alone now to taste the bitterness of what laid before her. The bitterness: she'd chosen and the pain: she knew would come, but she had not wholly prepared herself for so much. She wished she had, but she could not change the past and she would not change the past.
She had been given some of the best days of her life span. No one could have changed her mind. Now she must live on forever in grief or lay down and join her love. A tear rolled down her cheek and she would not whip it away.
She neared the land of her grandmother and walked solemnly amongst the Mallorn trees that had once been so beautiful. The land had faded, but it was nonetheless beautiful. The light filtered lightly through and she closed her eyes to it.
Slowly she laid herself upon her bed and stared up at the sky. The maiden who was the fairest of all was the saddest of all. She had become as cold in winter that comes without a star and the brightness of her eyes had longed left her with her love.
The leaves fell amongst her and upon her and she did not move. She blinked slowly, a single tear rolling down and uttered soft words.
"I wish I could have seen him... One last time."
And so faded the Queen of elves and men, the Lady Arwen Undomiel, Evenstar of her people and beloved of Aragorn son of Arathorn, King Elessar of Gondor and Arnor. She faded from memorance in the minds of men and the grass covered her grave.
For her choice was the choice of Luthien and like it, so she choose both the sweet and the bitter.