Ok, I don't normally like romance, but I was reading my copy of Lord of the Rings and this fic just came to me and I felt it had to be told as Aragorn and Arwen's story is so bittersweet and pure. So here's my first attempt at tragedy. Be nice!
Disclaimer: If I owned LOTR I would be sitting in a huge mansion with a butler and a chauffeur and sadly I'm not!
His carven face stares back up at me, the dark eyes that once held so much light begin to dim. I love him. I always have and I always shall. Always I wish that I could hold on to him for just a little longer. I gave up everything for this short amount of time I have now gained. He would not have had me do it, he would have had me take the ships to the havens. I never regretted the decisions I made, not once. I lost my Father and my Brothers and will never see them again but I shall be with Aragorn- my love unto the end and beyond. I stick by what I said before as his hands reach up to clasp mine. I would rather share this one lifetime with him than spend all the ages of this world alone. I hear his voice "Arwen" he says softly, I know and love every second of his voice "Is there a boat that you may take? To go to the undying lands? To be happy." I clasped his hands tighter, even at his moment of death his thoughts are always for me.
"No my love" I whispered, "The last ships are gone. There is no ship that could bear me hence." He sighed and his eyes began to close "I am here unto the end" I whisper "Mela en' coiamin" Sighing I feel the grip of his hand upon mine began to slacken. A tear begins to slide down my cheek like a glistening crystal. Sadly I hear his last words to me
"I love you Arwen and I will wait for you on the other side of the void. Do not grieve for me we shall be together, always!" the speech saps the last of his strength and his hand slips from mine. I let go and walk towards the door
"Namaarie" I say softly as I leave. I cannot remain here when he is not. The curse of mortality has wearied my endurance for life. I will go to Lothlorien. I shall miss my children, but the aching in my heart, my soul shall not allow me to remain. Outside of Gondor in the cool night air under the stars, I meet barely a soul. All are mourning the king, the people have a way of knowing things before they have been told by us. I mount my horse and ride off into the night with my hair flowing out behind me. For me this is the end of all things.
Well, you know the drill: R and R