Quela ne Undómiel Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, places etc. they belong to Tolkien and rightly so.

A/N This is the sequel to Enyalier ne Undomiel. Arwen writes this just before her death and I have tried to convey a sense of hope despite the truth of hopelessness. Please review and tell me how I went. This one has much less detail than the other one, less speaking and more thoughts. I think it is a really sad story and so you can notice it in my writing especially at the end. Remember, these two stories are a combination of book and movie (and I got a bit from the trailer as well).

This is my version of the story, and I am just filling in the spaces where we are left with blanks. The title means "Fading of the Evenstar" a very appropriate title, at least for me. Well, that's all for now…read, review and enjoy!

I returned to Rivendell, not long ago. From it, I took a certain book. Then I travelled to Lothlórien. For a silent year, I have dwelled under the fading trees, alone as I knew I would be. During this time, I have endeavoured to complete my story…

Chapter 1…

'I will not lose hope…'

It is well that I didn't. As I lay in my room, I heard the distant sounds of metal being hammered, and it was then I knew my father was fulfilling my request. He reforged the shards of Narsil, and renamed the sword Andúril, the Flame of the West. Then he journeyed to Rohan, to the mustering of the Rohirrim at Dunharrow. There he presented Andúril to Aragorn, his adopted son, telling him to fulfil his destiny, to become who he was born to be. I was left alone in Rivendell, but for a few elves who had decided not to leave, alone and keeping watch over my beloved. I saw how he rode through the Paths of the Dead, with my brothers, the elf Legolas, Gimli, son of Gloin, and the Dúnedain, who had come to him at Galadriel's beckoning. I watched in thought as he displayed the standard I had made and Andúril to prove that he was the true heir of Isildur. I saw his valour in battle, and I saw him shine as a beacon of hope for the world of men as he sailed down the river in the Corsair ships. But as I watched him, as I struggled to pierce the veils of darkness that he had entered, I felt myself weakening, fading and knew it was as my father told me. My immortal life was slipping away from me, whether I would will it or not. My father returned to Rivendell, and tried with all his skill to heal me, to keep me from dying, but my life was too closely bound to the Ring, to the fate of the Ring. Shadow and flame were never far from my sight, even with waking vision.

But one day, near midday, I felt the darkness lift. My weariness passed. My father came into the room and took my hand into his once more. He looked into my eyes…and smiled.

"The Ring bearer has fulfilled his quest. The Ring is destroyed. The darkness has passed."

"Aragorn, Estel. Where is he? Does he still live?" I asked ada after trying to see him myself.

"We await the sign. More than that, I cannot say."

"But…" Ada put his finger on my lips.

"No buts. Rest. You must be well and fit to travel before the sign comes."

I knew then by his words that he had finally agreed to allow me to marry the love of my life. And so, with a peaceful heart, I waited, in patience, almost. We left Rivendell a week before Midsummer's day. Along the way, we joined the elves of Lothlórien, with my grandparents, Galadriel and Celeborn, also travelling with them.