The musings of Arwen. She misses Aragorn as he treks off to defeat Suron.


"I miss him so. I can feel his presense ilingering at the back of my mind. Even when singing, or doing the indifferent nonsense that has filled my time, I can sense him. I find myself aching to tell him the humourous things i've done. or heard, or said. Wanting to tell him how upset I was at having my pleas to be with you cast aside. Again. It hurts, not having you with me, an almost physical pain. I wish things were not thus. I wish that we could rid ourselves of the sheer nuisences of reality. That life existed without his constant pain. With all my heart I love you, dear Elessar. Time, pain, anger. They are of little consequance, regardless of the furter, I will love you. I know you think of me, love me. Such a strong word, but true. I know you miss me, doubtless as much as I do you, my heart. My friend, my love, my song. I will see you again..."

Short? Yes I know. *sighs* Random nonsense that I felt like posting before I leave for Aruba!