DISCLAIMER: None of the characters belong to me, obviously. The situation
is kinda mine, or at least the interpretation of it is!
A/N: Please review!! I want to know if I should start a sequel to this, but I'm not sure! So if you want to see a sequel, then please tell me!! And if you really hate it, then flame me!! My bedroom is really cold at night! LOL!! ;-)
It was late. The light of the dying moon shone weakly over the high white towers and banners of Gondor. The stars seemed ever brighter, as tough they had emerged to witness the sorrow of the Elven Queen.
Arwen Undómiel, the Evenstar of the elves, was sitting on the stone side of a fountain, the sound of the gently flowing water loud in the clear, cold night. Her hair, still untouched by silver, fell down her back in dark waves and she had allowed some of it to fall forward, obscuring her face. A single tear tracked its way down her cheek.
The time she had shared with him was too short; too often she had stood at the gates of Gondor watching him ride away. Sometimes with a company of men to fight some distant enemy, sometimes alone, going to meet with Gandalf. She had never stopped him going, or asked to accompany him, although he had once asked her if she minded him going and she had shook her head and silenced him with a soft kiss. Now she selfishly wished that she had asked him to stay. Arwen wondered whether if he had stayed by her side she would have any less regrets. She doubted it. She was an immortal no longer, and yet still the years had seemed to pass quickly. Too quickly.
A soft voice intruded upon her thoughts. "My Lady?" It was one of her ladies in waiting. Arwen stood hurriedly, pushing her hair back over her shoulder as she did so. "What is it? Is it the King? Does he worsen?" At the last question he voice quavered. The woman nodded and Arwen stood silently for a moment. Her face paled and her eyes grew dark with grief. She abruptly pushed past the woman and ran to the chambers of her husband.
Arwen knelt on the floor by her husband's bed and laid a slender, smooth had on Aragorn's brow. He opened his eyes and gave her a trembling smile. "Arwen?" he whispered hoarsely. "Hush," she murmured. "I am here. Do not waste your strength."
He raised a hand to her cheek and brushed away a tear that lay there. "Do not weep, you know I hate to see you grieved." His voice was low and Arwen had to lean forward to hear his words. "How could I not be grieved?" she cried. "I love you so much. Aragorn, please." She bowed her head, the words dying in her throat.
"I can stay no longer, Arwen. The end draws near, I can sense it." His hand sought hers and he grasped it tightly. "I love you.forever."
"Aragorn!" she cried. "No! Don't leave me! You must live!" Tear fell heedlessly down her cheeks in unending streams and left faint tracks on her flawless skin.
The King's eyes slowly closed and he sighed deeply. Arwen laid her head on his chest and listened to the faint, irregular beat of his heart. Even as she listened it grew still more quiet, until at last there was nothing. King Elessar had passed into the shadows.
A/N: Please review!! I want to know if I should start a sequel to this, but I'm not sure! So if you want to see a sequel, then please tell me!! And if you really hate it, then flame me!! My bedroom is really cold at night! LOL!! ;-)
It was late. The light of the dying moon shone weakly over the high white towers and banners of Gondor. The stars seemed ever brighter, as tough they had emerged to witness the sorrow of the Elven Queen.
Arwen Undómiel, the Evenstar of the elves, was sitting on the stone side of a fountain, the sound of the gently flowing water loud in the clear, cold night. Her hair, still untouched by silver, fell down her back in dark waves and she had allowed some of it to fall forward, obscuring her face. A single tear tracked its way down her cheek.
The time she had shared with him was too short; too often she had stood at the gates of Gondor watching him ride away. Sometimes with a company of men to fight some distant enemy, sometimes alone, going to meet with Gandalf. She had never stopped him going, or asked to accompany him, although he had once asked her if she minded him going and she had shook her head and silenced him with a soft kiss. Now she selfishly wished that she had asked him to stay. Arwen wondered whether if he had stayed by her side she would have any less regrets. She doubted it. She was an immortal no longer, and yet still the years had seemed to pass quickly. Too quickly.
A soft voice intruded upon her thoughts. "My Lady?" It was one of her ladies in waiting. Arwen stood hurriedly, pushing her hair back over her shoulder as she did so. "What is it? Is it the King? Does he worsen?" At the last question he voice quavered. The woman nodded and Arwen stood silently for a moment. Her face paled and her eyes grew dark with grief. She abruptly pushed past the woman and ran to the chambers of her husband.
Arwen knelt on the floor by her husband's bed and laid a slender, smooth had on Aragorn's brow. He opened his eyes and gave her a trembling smile. "Arwen?" he whispered hoarsely. "Hush," she murmured. "I am here. Do not waste your strength."
He raised a hand to her cheek and brushed away a tear that lay there. "Do not weep, you know I hate to see you grieved." His voice was low and Arwen had to lean forward to hear his words. "How could I not be grieved?" she cried. "I love you so much. Aragorn, please." She bowed her head, the words dying in her throat.
"I can stay no longer, Arwen. The end draws near, I can sense it." His hand sought hers and he grasped it tightly. "I love you.forever."
"Aragorn!" she cried. "No! Don't leave me! You must live!" Tear fell heedlessly down her cheeks in unending streams and left faint tracks on her flawless skin.
The King's eyes slowly closed and he sighed deeply. Arwen laid her head on his chest and listened to the faint, irregular beat of his heart. Even as she listened it grew still more quiet, until at last there was nothing. King Elessar had passed into the shadows.