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A/N: Written for the Nazgûl swap at the livejournal community there n back. For FrodoBaggins.
Arwen looked out over the sea, feeling the longing in her that all elves felt. The wind blow salt air through her hair and she breathed in the scent of the sea. She felt calmed by the breeze, but the sadness that came with it also took over her. She had given up her chance to cross the sea, but could still feel its pull, especially this close. She had be hesitant about going to Dol Amroth, but knew that she could not avoid it for the rest of her life, especially as Queen.
Queen, she thought. She would have been happy were she not married to the King of Gondor and Arnor, as long as it was Aragorn. She had known when she saw he again in Lórien that she was his. She could not fight it, and had not wanted to.
Yet, she had to give up all she knew. She could feel herself growing older now. Years did not pass as they once did, she began to feel them. They had slowed for her, and she did not know if she liked the change.
She could also feel her age. Not so much in her thousand years she had be alive, but more the years since she had given up her immortality.
Looking out over the sea, she wondered what it would have been like to sail into the West. She would never have to worry about death, now she worried about what could happen to herself. She would be with her kin, unlike now. She always felt out of place with the ladies of Gondor. She felt they did not truly accept her. They recognized that she was Queen, but they did not seem to except that she was an elf. The few elves that had stayed came to Minas Tirith at times, but it was not like before. She would have been free and happy there. But in her heart she knew that if she had gone, she would not have liked the thought of leaving behind Aragorn.
She regretted not going, her father leaving and her brothers leaving soon after. She missed them terribly, wishing they could be here for her. To see her shine at times and try to comfort her at others.
She regretted not being able to see her mother again. She missed her more than anything at times. She wished that her mother was still with her, or had stayed long enough to see her happy.
Standing on the beach, Arwen felt more regret at not leaving than the joy she felt she knew from staying. She had made the choice of Luthien, and she wondered if Luthien ever felt like she had made the wrong one as well. She wished there was a way to be able to still sail away, be with the rest of her family again, to make this feeling of longing to sail go away. To make the feeling of creeping age stop, to make the treat of death die.
"Naneth, naneth! Look what I found!" Eldarion bounded for Arwen, with a shell in hand, and jumped; ready to go into her arms. Arwen picked him up and in that moment felt like her choice was worth everything she had given up.
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