Disclaimer: If I were J.R.R. Tolkien... ooh the things that would happen...this hints to slash...so BEWARE. Also, constructive comments are appreciated.
This is a redo of the conversation between Arwen and Elrond in The Two Towers...ENJOY!
"If Aragorn survives this war, you will still be parted." Arwen Undómiel's eyes shone in the dim , gray light of the evening, due to her father's words.
"Ada, I do not understand, you foresaw-" Elrond whirled around so quickly that it caused Arwen to stop mid-sentence, surprise evident in her ethereal features. Her father's brow was furrowed, an unreadable expression clouding his face, the likes of which she had never seen.
"I was arrogant with my gift. I foresaw that Aragorn would take a lover, one of Elf-kind, and I had...assumed...that it was going to be you." Arwen gazed down at her hands, which lay curled in her lap. "He had grown so close to, ion nin." Elrond's voice grew softer, but lost none of it's determination or conviction. He sat on the edge of Arwen's bed, the summer wind blowing the hems of his robes around. Arwen desperately searched for something, anything, to say.
"If-" Her voice cracked, causing her to lose faith in her ability to speak for a moment. "If it is not I, than who is Aragorn's?" Elrond drew a breath. This, he knew, was inevitable. Long ago, he had decided that blunt delieveries were the least painful, in the long term. He drew another breath, seeking momentary solace.
"Legolas, prince of Mirkwood." The tears that had long been threatening to fall from Arwen's eyes, freely. Elrond's heart seized. He was the cause of her pain. "You know of what I speak, you have seen it." He scooted closer and placed an arm around her shoulders and a hand over hers. In her peripheral vision, Arwen saw him gazing at her intensely. "Growing in their looks, in their touches. No one could have stopped it. It is their destiny." Elrond released his gentle hold on his daughter and stood. "Like it is your destiny to go to the West and join your mother."
Arwen closed her eyes tightly and fought to draw an even breath. No matter what she told herself, Aragorn would be happy with his destined partner. All would be well for them, even if it was ever for her.
Accepting her fate, she joined her father and allowed him to escort her out of her birthplace. Thus, marking the last journey of Arwen Evenstar.
Ada = father Ion nin = my child