A/n – Another old piece, this time poetry. Laugh at the rhymes if you wish, I did consider making it humour. I am aware that Arwen was not the last of the elves of Middle Earth, but it sounds better than saying that she was 'one of the last'.
The Doom of Arwen Evenstar
A golden prow, a silver mast,
White boards and a silken sail,
The last ship to Tol Eressëa,
The elven land that does not fail.
But not all elves stood aboard
The ship that sailed to lands afar,
For still alive in Middle Earth
Stood Arwen Undomiel, Evenstar.
Her choice was that of Lúthien,
Bitter-sweet, both joy and pain,
For though Arwen had her love,
She knew she carried mortals' bane.
The last of elven-kind so stood
As the last ship sailed away –
Happiness for now was hers,
But the dream would die someday.
Six score years would pass them by,
In blossoming of life and light,
Until death would claim its tithe,
Silent as the starry night.
"Estel! Estel!" was heard the cry,
Hope! Hope! The uttered plea,
But even as the call was made,
He left her, she could see.
South Wind, South Wind, I hear your call –
What news of Lady fair and tall?
Is she with him, do you know,
The love that left her long ago?
In Lothlorien she lies,
Her spirit with her mortal love:
Undomiel, lost to elven-kind
That roamed in lands 'twere far above.
Fate had claimed the Evenstar,
Love, Evenstar's immortal life –
For she had chosen Aragorn:
Mortal man and Elven wife.