A/N: NOT MINE..DAMN! Same sumarry as in the thing..R/R if you want. I COULD
make another from Arwen's POV if anybody likes this.
He was allowed this brief visit. He was grateful, though he could have spent another lifetime back here, where he had lived. His eyes gazed upon the cold stone. It was built in rememberance of him. This was what was left of him after many many years had passed. Only this. This casting of a grave that showed him in his high spendor, but it was fading, decaying. This, that was left of him, only this. And her.
She stood there evermore. Cloaked in the fair black satin that hid the beauty and spirit he had fallen for so easily. All had gone, but she remained. She had always stood there by his side. His everpresant rock of sanity and comfort and love is this cold cruel world. But now they had been forever ripped apart but the claws of mortality.
His spirit stood behind her, and he begged THEM to let him talk to her, comfort her as she always had him. Let her know that even though the slow decay of time had rotted away his body, his soul was there for her. Of course they would not let him. They never did.
So he was forced to just stand there, and wish that she had left for the Havens when she could have, and did not have to feel this terrible pain. It was too late for that now. It was too late for Arwen.
He was allowed this brief visit. He was grateful, though he could have spent another lifetime back here, where he had lived. His eyes gazed upon the cold stone. It was built in rememberance of him. This was what was left of him after many many years had passed. Only this. This casting of a grave that showed him in his high spendor, but it was fading, decaying. This, that was left of him, only this. And her.
She stood there evermore. Cloaked in the fair black satin that hid the beauty and spirit he had fallen for so easily. All had gone, but she remained. She had always stood there by his side. His everpresant rock of sanity and comfort and love is this cold cruel world. But now they had been forever ripped apart but the claws of mortality.
His spirit stood behind her, and he begged THEM to let him talk to her, comfort her as she always had him. Let her know that even though the slow decay of time had rotted away his body, his soul was there for her. Of course they would not let him. They never did.
So he was forced to just stand there, and wish that she had left for the Havens when she could have, and did not have to feel this terrible pain. It was too late for that now. It was too late for Arwen.