by Elelome
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Her hand brushed aside a filmy curtain revealing the sunny morning, light lying soft on the grass outside.
So the world was still beautiful and fair, not dark and cold. Good still reigned, but for how much longer? She ached to find out, to know where among all the hopes and fears of the world, her beloved stood, doing his part to fight against the Darkness, even as she was doing hers.
Arwen felt her heart go quiet, searching for her beloved's life in the many sparks of the world. Her thought ranged away from her body, in the manner of ancient Elvish folk, as she sought for her Aragorn.
There!
And for a moment she could see him, sitting straight upon his horse, face intent as though he were deeply listening. His eyes strayed upward to where her black banner floated in the breeze, stars blazing. The light was dim around him, except for where the green elfstone shone through the mist.
The vision faded. Arwen sank into a chair next to the window, staring out into the morning.
Today was a day of doom. It may be, she thought, that tomorrow's dawn may never come. Her hands came up to rest upon the windowsill, the effort of peace writing itself across her features. Silent there, she waited for her fate.
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