Disclaimer: I thought I'd try my hand at a drabble (which I think is it's own form of art) but I myself do not own anything related to the Lord of the Rings. That's all Tolkien's or Peter Jackson's, etc.
In my ignorance I thought she did not suffer all the pain this world had to offer and was glad for her. She was with her own kind, sailing towards a better life than what I could offer. But I could still smell her scent on my clothes and feel the smooth silk of her skin, her hair, her kiss. I loved her still, but she was gone. My hope fled with her; lonely years stretched before me with no joy to hold. Arwen! My love! My life! My wife! You returned! My heart is full and I am happy.