I don't know if this is fits the prompt very well, but it's what came to me. This is my first time writing Arwen, so please let me know what you think! Thank you to the followers, favouriters, and reviewer! :-)
#2- Pet
"Nana?"
Arwen's mother made no answer. She lay still in her bed, barely breathing. Arwen stared down at her mother's face. It was white, far too white, and marked with rust-coloured bruises.
Arwen blinked, trying to visualise her mother the way that she had used to be, when Arwen was a little girl, before Celebrian had left…
It was impossible, and Arwen stuttered out, before she knew what she was saying, "Why did you go?"
She took a deep, shuddering breath. "The baby robins hatched while you were gone. I watched over the eggs… I thought that you were going to help me with watching them."
"They're my pets now, sort of. They're still wild, but they come to me when I hold out my hand. And they would have come to you, too, if you hadn't left."
One tear rolled down Arwen's cheek before she could stop it, and she swiped angrily at the other eye, stopping a second tear before it had the chance to embarrass her further. "I'm not angry, Nana," she muttered. "I just don't understand… why did you go?"
