It has been years since all the elves left Middle-Earth, even Legolas was preparing to leave Middle-Earth. Yet Arwen lingered…the sorrow of losing her love, Aragorn…Elessar, to the cold hand of Death was a stab in the heart! She lost her beautiful son to the old curse of Death. Yes, he lived longer than his father but he died as well.

Death was a cruel mistress for she had infinite patience and could wait for anyone to come back into her cold grasp. Her vengeance would come, sooner or later...as would her kindness. She could be a wonderful gift and a cruel curse.

But Death has kept her eye on Arwen Eveningstar. She had been cruel, yes, but it was all to show the Valars that they were not the only ones that could choose their champions. But Arwen? Without her, Aragorn would have fallen, Frodo would have made the 10th Ringwraith and the world would have fallen to Shadows. They didn't deserve to have the Eveningstar within their Grey Havens! But Death was kind to allow Arwen Eveningstar to follow after her love and her handsome son.

It was a cold evening when Arwen Eveningstar sat down in her old home of Rivendell. Now a ruin that foolish humans have desecrated. The foolishness of humans and other creatures will always amuse Death. They are always trying to cheat her, cheat Death! Ludicrous! But that was what made them so amusing to him.

The cold marble that she leaned on, hid the coldness of her skin. For you see…Arwen was finally fading. Soon she would fade from Middle-earth and be nothing but a myth that would soon also disappear in time.

When Arwen closed her eyes for what seemed like the final time, she could see someone tall. Impossibly tall and clothed in robes that changed from white to grey to black to white once again. The last thing Arwen remembered was a hand that changed colours every second and changing size and species as well. It must have been the final moments of life that made her see this, but...the hand seemed to turn blue and webbed?

For what seemed but a moment in a minute but could have been eons, Arwen opened her blue-grey eyes. What she wasn't expecting was the creature that had its hand out to her when she closed her eyese…sitting on the bed she was lying in!

"What…? What are you? Where am I? What am I doing here?" question after question was fired from Arwen's normally graceful mouth, aiming for the changing figure, who wasn't phased at all.

"If you continue asking questions, then I shall let you fade and not bring you to your happiness. Now which one will you choose?" A voice that kept changing from high to low to sharp to deep and back again asked Arwen. She closed her mouth so fast, you could hear it click shut!

"Well that answers that question now doesn't it? If you could climb out of that bed now and wrap yourself in this warm rob. Hurry up! No time to dawdle. I have people to see and places to go and lands to travel! I'm already late enough for a battle, I am behind my schedule! Do you know how long it took me to catch up from last war? SEVEN DECADES! And I am still EIGHT decades behind on work. So chop, chop!" The strange creature said loudly to the she-elf, walking out of the room, so Arwen jumped out of the lavish silver bed and wrapped the long blue rob around herself and followed after the ever changing creature.

A few minutes walking down curving halls, doors of all sorts covering every inch, with only a few inches in between each one. There were countless questions brimming on Arwen's mind but she kept her mouth closed, for she didn't want to risk Death's anger. Finally arriving at a curved door with the King's Tree of Gondor and of the Dunedain. The heart of the Eveningstar leaped for she now understood what the creature (who she suspected to be Death, but learned to never look a gift horse in the face) was saying about her happiness. She hasn't felt happiness in centuries, for the last time she felt happiness was before her son, sweet Eldarion Telcontar, died.

"Go on! I don't have time for this!" And with those words, the creature opened the door and pushed Arwen in and simply…disappeared! But Arwen wasn't focusing on that. No…she was focusing on the man and the child on the other side of the room, looking over the balcony. The last time she saw this picture…Aragon had reached his 94th birthday!

"My…My loves?!" Arwen cried, and with those words the two males turned around, smiled and ran to her. Though they didn't need to run far, as Arwen met them halfway.

"My Star!"

"Mama!"

The two males called out together. They embraced and Arwen knew then that Death wasn't a cruel creature, but a kind wish. For if Death didn't dabble in Arwen's fate, she would have always been a forgotten and lost spirit, but that would be a what if? Arwen's fate is different now and she has Death to thank.

Looking around the room, she saw Death looking through the door. Mouthing to Death, for it was Death, for only Death could be unbiased about someone's looks and only judge them on their actions, 'Thank you! Thank you so much!' before turning around into her husband's neck. If she had looked back, she would have seen Death mouth back 'For love and happiness.' But none of them looked back, too caught up in their happiness.

With that done, Death closed the door and pulled out a list that kept getting longer and longer every second.

'Ah! Onto that battle. Aphrodite! Eris! Why must you make my life so hard!' And with that Death strode down the hall, robes and body and skin and hair and eyes changing every second, stopping in front of a red Spartan door. Surprisingly Death didn't open the Spartan door, she knelt down and opened a simple wooden trapdoor in front of the Spartan door.

"Now! Who's next?"

Hi readers! This a series that I will continue. In your reviews you can ask who you want to meet Death. The next chapter is on the Trojan War, if you couldn't guess by my little hints. I hope you enjoyed that! Sorry for those who read it before and found it difficult, don't know what happened! Sorry for the inconvenience! Thank you for those who pointed it out!

Signing off, for now,

Whitemiko12