This is the last chapter. Thank you to all of you that reviewed, I love you all!
Some of it's a little out there, but again, I think it'll pass…
Check up later, I may begin an Aragorn/Arwen Romance sometime, If I ever finish with The adventures of Kat and Sirrah in Middle Earth, if your just desprate, go read that.
And here it is, the last chapter of 'The Waning of the Evenstar.'
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She stood on the top of the green hill. Where the flowers grew that lamented Luthien, her own ancestor.
"I have made Luthien's choice."
She had said it, long ago, with conviction, knowing that death would come. But she had always thought that death would come in sickness, or in age. She had never thought of this sickness of the heart, where it slowly ebbed away, like the last vestiges of a stream, trying to make its way to the ocean. The ocean. She could never go now, she had turned from that path the moment that she had seen him in Lothlorien, on this very hill, covered in the same green.
But no, it was not the same green. How could it be? The elves' grace had passed from this world, Galadriel, Lady of light, her grandmother, was gone. How could she have forgotten? She had left with Elrond, at the end of the third age and beginning of the fourth. All of her people had slowly left, no longer wishing for the cares of this world, the hardships, the heartache.
Heartache. That was what she was feeling. But how could two words, strung together describe the enormous gaping hole that was left in her heart? Nay, that was not it. It was something much better. Even the Ents, the tree keepers would not have a word that was long enough to describe it to her. Only she could understand, she and her ancestor, Luthien.
Arwen Vanimelda! Namarie!
It had been on this very hill, under starlight and moonlight only, that he had said farewell to her and left Lothlorien. She had watched him go, knowing her fate to him was sealed, and that her heart would never rest easily unless it was beside his own. But even that had been ripped away from her.
As she slowly began to climb the green hill, the stars in the night sky began to fade. One by one, they twinkled out, calling farewell to the fair maiden that climbed the hill. She finally stood on the top, watching the dawn come from the east. She had known her fate. But to see it before her now, to see it all so clearly, as the child who has been caught suddenly sees what their fault was. But she was no child. She had known the price. Now she was paying it. There were no elves left, no one to sooth her pain. There was no tender voice in the darkness. The dawn was coming, and with its advance, she felt her heart unwind.
All of it…he was gone, he would never come back.
No…no.
She fell to her knees, tears falling to the ground. It was not the same sob that she had uttered at his last breath, nor the same as ten years later, or even twenty. This was them all, wrapped up in her heart and coiled until they were released from their prison and came crashing forward. She drew shuddering breath upon breath, and cried until she was exhausted. Then, in the darkest hour before dawn, Arwen Undomiel, evenstar of her people, lay down on the fair grass of Cirith Amon. Staring up into the heavens, she saw the last star of the night glitter in the fast approaching morning. The Evenstar, her namesake. Undomiel…undomiel…
Ah Elberenth! Gilthoniel!
The star twinkled, and Arwen's heart slowed, her torture coming to rest.
Elberenth…Gilthoniel…
The last star of evening disappeared, and with it Arwen Undomiel, Evenstar of all of the elves of middle earth. Daughter of Elrond, half-Elvin.
Descendant of Luthien, only elf to bind herself to a mortal.
And forever Elanor, the flower of Luthien grew on her grave, for all of the ages of men.
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Elberenth! Gilthoniel! Refers to a translation I saw of the poem once, meaning Elberenth, star weaver. I thought it fitting.
I hope you have all heard the story of Luthien? I may have spelled it wrong, deepest apologies if I did, I was doing this chapter from memory of the book. Sorry bout that, I was being lazy.
Elrond is Half Elvin, its his most characteristic trait, also why Arwen is related to Luthien.
I'm not sure if it was Elanor that was Luthien's flower, but I think it was. No it's no coincidence that that's what Sam's daughter's name is, he named her after those flowers at Frodo's advice.
Alright, that's enough, I'll leave you to your sobbing.
*sniff*