Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR but Tolkien does.
Summary: A little oneshot telling Arwen's last moments .
Note: I did it on the rock. Please note that English is not my first language.Constructive criticism is appreciated. And now, enjoy!
Aftermath
The mallorns were gradually saying their goodbye to Arda as their once golden, white, or crispy orange leaves fell one last time upon the soil of Lorien; when Arwen, daughter of Elrond and wife of the late King Elessar, a mighty and appreciated king of Gondor, came to her once second home.
Her beauty was not contrasted by that of the trees, both blended together as if to make one. The dark-haired elven jewel walked, almost glided through those powerful trunks which were ending their last Yestarë season.
The jowful Nimrodel was taking her last leave, rustling down like a fiery young dancing- girl over the green and grey, ethereal stones of her banks. She lay across the forest, and seemed glad to join her friends who had left her to a more pleasant land.
Who would be there to regret? Female and river were joining their last forces, vanquishing the last fears and doubts of eternal sleep together.
A waxed hand touched one tree overlooking the Nimrodel, and the last breath of life of the forest coursed through the elven body, as blood would to a new source of life and joy.
The elven lady smiled an turned to the man who had stayed in the shadows until now. He was not so young, but still vigorous and full of determination, as he watched his mother beginning to fade. He lowered his head, his chin hiding in the depths of an old, fur-collared tunic, made for long travels in the wilderness. His mother saw the movement and smiled.
"Do not be sad, ion-nin (my son), you will find your way when your time comes. "
With those words, Eldarion knew no more regrets.
A/N: I hoped you enjoyed reading this.. Until I decide to write something else!
Jinmorgath