~*A/N Ardonelle's back again, so, in honor of her return, I have this, NO FLAMING & NO M/S. Thanks, and constructive criticism is always welcomed, and any changed you see, let me know, thanks! *~

The elf wiped her last tear from her eye and went off to see her nephew. Ardonelle, now 3,010 years old, was suffering her first major loss, the lost of her dear friend and comrade Aragorn, King of Gondor. She had already cried, and her sister and her were suffering the loss.
Her husband, Prince Legolas of the Greenwood Realm had already consoled the two elves, and Ardonelle and Legolas would be on their way to the Havens shortly, though he knew that Ardonelle's heart would never fully leave her sister, Aragorn or Middle Earth.
"Arwen I hate to watch you suffer like this", Ardonelle spoke softly.

"I hate for you to keep living onward, and knowing that I have died", Arwen said, even more softly than her sister.

The two elves sat in immense silence. Two tears slipped past Ardonelle's nose and onto the deep colored dress.

"My sister, are you alright?" Arwen asked her, looking into eyes that were usually filled with joy and happiness.

Ardonelle snorted a few tears and began to cry more outwardly. Over by the window, sat a mellow Legolas, immerse in thought.

"My lady, what seems to be the problem", he asked her.

"I never got to kiss him good-bye", she snorted, through her tears.

A few hours earlier the King had called Arwen, Ardonelle and Legolas to his bedside.

"Ardonelle, come close to me", the old King asked for her.
"Yes, my lord", she replied and took up his bedside.

Arwen and Legolas had already come to his bedside, had already heard the requests that he had asked for them to do. "I want you to keep living. I want you to see the star of the Havens, and cherish every moment you are with Legolas. My sister", he said, wiping a tear from Ardonelle's cheek.

"I will, Aragorn. I'll never stop loving you for what your worth", Ardonelle spoke. "You mean more than life itself to me", he said, and reached behind him. With him was the sword of Kings, Anduril, Narsil, calling it what you wish, but it was his sword.

"Aragorn, this sword should go with you", she said, not accepting his offer.

"It should go to the Havens. It should be remember by the elves, remembered by Legolas, and yourself. And with this sword, you will remember us", he whispered, looking into her grief-stricken eyes. "And so I will", she said. The two held their gaze with each other, she knew his time was ending, and she would have to live the rest of her life without him. Ardonelle cried into his shoulder, with disbelief she should let go of such a thing. "You will live on, with your people", he said, lifting her head from his shoulder. Legolas took her waist and lifted her to his length, as she cried a river fit for the Ents. Arwen's aged face came to a look of incredulity. "Legolas, it is time", Aragorn spoke from his death bed. Legolas silenced his lady, and helped the old, once valiant king into the Hall of Kings. Soon after that, King Aragorn Elessar had been pronounced dead. Ardonelle, watched as her nephew was crowned King, and her sister stepped off as the Queen of the White City. They now all sat in the same grief and silence that brought them here.

"Princess Ardonelle, a few of your belongings have been found amongst the King's", a maid dressed in black said. She dragged a chest behind her. Ardonelle looked up, and saw the chest. She gasped; the locket that graced Ardonelle's neck was the key for this chest. "Ardonelle, what is this?" Arwen asked her. " I have no idea", she said. Ardonelle kneeled to the chest, unaware of the contents. She opened the locket and popped the chest open.
Lying flat was a letter to her, addressed from him. It read:

Dear Ardonelle, By now, you should have learned I am gone from this land. You are in good hands, yes, the hands of Legolas and our brothers. In this chest are all of things that reminded me of you.

Love always, Aragorn

Ardonelle's dismay made it easier to believe perhaps that he had just written this letter, and not fifteen years ago. She opened the chest, inside was her old sword, the one she carried on the Fellowship, her old clothes that she wore on the fellowship; her Helm's Deep pendant, her Lorien bow, and several other books, and a dress.
Legolas had stopped to admire the craftsmanship of the chest.
"This is a chest from Greenwood", he said.
Ardonelle reached into the bottom, more of the jewelry she had left in Gondor had scattered the bottom, and finally, a stack of letters he had planned to send to her. She took the letters, and gave them to Legolas, who stared down in his hands as to what to do. Ardonelle stood at the edge of the river, looking as if she were going to jump. Without any warning, she jumped, and sunk to the bottom. Legolas, viewing in horror, went off to save her. "Legolas, she will go to the Halls of Mandos, where she belongs", Arwen sniffed. Legolas now lost the two best friends of his life. His children had grown up, and his wife was gone, Legolas turned to Arwen. "Would you like to see your family again?" he asked her. She smiled, and he took that as approval.