Author's Note: This is the first of three poems that I have written from Aragorn's point of view. The first two are short, the last will be longer. They are about his life and his love for Arwen. Thank you for reading.
Cerin Amroth
I lived to be two-hundred-ten,
Thrice the years of lesser Men.
My grievéd lady to Lorien went,
And there she died a mortal death.
Her memories with her to the grave,
At Cerin Amroth she passed away;
And there she remains unto this day.