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Taríen stood with Elrond and watched as Aragorn tenderly cleaned his mother's tombstone. "Anirne hene beriad i chên în, indion-nín," Taríen said. Aragorn continued to stare at the statue. "Ned Imladris nauthant e le beriathar aen," Elrond added. Aragorn gently stroked the cheek of the statue. "In her heart, your mother knew that you'd be hunted all your life. That you could never escape your fate," Taríen said softly as they approached further.
"The skill of the Elves can reforge the sword of Kings, but only you have the power to wield it," Elrond said. Aragorn turned to look at them. "I do not want that power. I have never wanted it." "You are the last of that bloodline, there is no other!" Elrond exclaimed. "And by not wanting it, you have proven yourself worthy of it," Taríen finished softly.
"Our time here is ending," Elrond said. Both looked at him, surprised at the change in topic. "Arwen's time is ending," Elrond continued. He looked at Aragorn, and said passionately, "Let her go. Let her take the ship to the West. Let her bear away her love for you to the Undying Lands. There it will be ever green."
"But never more than memory," Aragorn protested. "I will not leave my daughter here to die!" Elrond said forcefully. "She stays because she still has hope," Aragorn tried to explain. "She stays for you!" Elrond exclaimed. "She belongs with her people!"
Elrond turned and quickly left. "He will accept your courting of Arwen," Taríen said quietly. "She will not leave you, not even for her father. Do not let Elrond's cares worry you. He already lost his brother to the Gift of Men. He fears his daughter's unhappiness." "Can he not see that I love her?" Aragorn asked. "He does not want to see his daughter wed to a Ranger," Taríen clarified. "You know what your life is like, harsh, hard, and unforgiving." She paused, then said, "If you take up your birthright, you may find him more accepting, indion-nín." She turned and walked away.
Sindarin Translations:
Anirne hene beriad i chên în, indion-nín - She wanted to protect her child, my heart-son.
Ned Imladris nauthant e le beriathar aen - She thought that in Rivendell, you would be safe.
indion-nín - My heart-son
