by ElemmÃre
And so we parted:
the wind ran on the grass
and my heart was bent
like the frail stems.
And so we parted:
rain trailed off the leaves
and my heart echoed
every mournful drop.
You, silent and still,
and my heart yearned
for what lay beyond:
and so we parted.
--Aragorn, on his parting from Arwen in 2951.
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fan-fiction, and the characters, settings, places and languages, save those that are original to me, belong to the Tolkien Estate. I am merely playing in their most august sandbox.
