Disclaimer: These characters are the creation of J.R.R. Tolkien.
A/N: Arwen reflects on her choice of immortality or Aragorn. Rather sad…
A Part of Me
By Mrs Grim
I walk alone, barefoot in the grass. It crunches under my feet, but I don't feel it. I lift my eyes to the heavens and close them as the cool breeze flows over my face. All this is a part of me.
I then open my eyes and search the clear skies as I have done before. But never like this. Never with this weighing on my mind. The bright lights in the skies are dearer to me then I've ever realized before. So much I took for granted, for all this is a part of me.
Then the winds pick up and I shiver. The leaves tumble to the ground as the braches wave in the breeze. I watch them , mesmerized for a moment. I have known these woods for so long! All this is a part of me.
Brush stirs and I turn, quietly, to see a graceful animal leap across the open ground and into the trees. A bird swoops, singing, to a tree near me and I follow it with my eyes. My heart aches as it flies away, crying mournfully. The cries seem to echo my heart. All this is a part of me!
The tears don't come. Won't come. My heart contracts within me, its indecision apparent. All this I could have. Forever. I know this. I feel it everyday, in my very soul. I can virtually see my father and my ancestors of old scream their silent defiance! But it moves me not. For I know now that without my one true desire, none of this matters. This cannot make me happy, wonderful as it may be. Without him, there is no me. He is a part of me.
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Mrs Grim