Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They are copyrighted to the Tolkien estate. I'm just another obsessed fan who tries to write, but can't, really.

Author's Note: Maybe it's just me, but there isn't a whole lot about the actual Arwen out there. I've seen a few, but a lot of times she's portrayed as a whiny, posessive 'princess'. I never really saw her as this (even though she's rarely in the books), so I decided to give her some character. I may or may not do more later, this took forever. Sindarin translations are at the bottom, and please, if you see mistakes, tell me and I'll fix them!

Lament
By Sangwaelen

"Melethron-nîn ," she murmured, her fingers busy threading a needle. "Ersí harna ind nîn. Toldan enni." Arwen had never experienced days so long. Her immortality seemed to only make them drag on more slowly. Her normally serene face was creased with worry and concentration. She had to complete her sewing in time. Her keen ears had not heard her father's footsteps, and she jumped when he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Eill-nîn , please do not worry yourself so." Elrond looked at his Evenstar with sad eyes. "There is plenty of time." He smiled, but not with joy. Arwen set her sewing on her lap and began to cry.

"Ada," she sobbed, holding onto his hand. "You know I must. You know it." Elrond's smile disappeared. He knew she was not speaking of the sewing. "If Mother had been of the race of men, you would have made the same choice as I."

"Thenid, Arwen. I know you have chosen the curse of men, but I do not wish to lose you before you bear me grandchildren." Elrond placed the unfinished sewing on a table and rose to his feet. "Come, we shall attend to other matters." Arwen nodded and left the chamber. Elrond followed after her. Watching his only daughter turn the corridor and fall out of his line of sight, the Half-Elven king sighed.

"Arle harnatha ind nîn. Iest estel an le."

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"Nîn melethron, ersí harna nîn ind. Toldan enni.". Roughly: "My love, being alone here wounds my heart. Come back to me."

Eill-nîn - My daughter

Ada - Daddy, shortened of adar, or father

Thenid - True

"Arle harnatha ind nîn. Iest estel an le." - Roughly: "Without thee my heart will wound. I wish hope for thee." This is a bit of a play on words, because Aragorn's (Arwen's betrothed, at this point) true name is Estel.