A/N: This poem is, like all that follow, one of my later poems. It tells of
the death of Queen Arwen Undómiel and the passing of the Eldar.
The Lady Arwen
The Lady Arwen
Last of her kin,
Last one left of her kind,
Her husband gone,
Her children grown,
She tires of life at last.
She travels away,
Beneath the trees,
In Lórien she dwells,
Until at last
The winter comes,
She lays herself to rest.
Her legacy remains,
A tale of her grace,
A tale of Luthien's choice,
Where the immortal gift
Gives way to death,
Just to be with her love.
Her beauty fades
With the Mallorn leaves,
With the light of the fading stars,
The leaves fall
On the Lady's grave,
The last of the Eldar have passed.