Joined
Arwen can't bear to live without Aragorn. Angst. POV. Post-Lord of the Rings
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Silence. I hold Aragorn's cold, cold hands in mine.
"I can't bear dotage," he says, his eyes full of unmasked pain.
I want him to stay, I want him to stay here. My eyes are full of tears. Eldarion quietly touches my shoulder and I take a quiet pride in him. But I cannot bear to watch my son grow old and die. I… will go.
Aragorn watches me, and then whispers, "I love you, Arwen."
"I love you." I say, and it means so much to me.
Then, the final parting, the parting that I've always dreaded, my hands leave his for the last time and…
The flames roar in my ears and I feel the last remnants of Aragorn's love leave me, an empty shell. I kneel down and weep.
"Aragorn… oh, Aragorn."
Eldarion is by me, holding me. "He had to go."
"I know… but to doesn't make it easier."
I don't know how long I sat there for, my head pounding; my tears speaking more eloquently than my mouth will ever do. Elrond said I would regret it, but he was wrong. I've never, I could never regret the many years I spent with him. I've been so happy.
But, all good things come to an end.
I've left Gondor, and I'll never return. I've gone to Lothlorien, but they have all left, never to come back. I will never see my children again. They have gone on with their lives, knowing that they will die… blessed harbor of rest that I shall never see. I want to die.
So, here I am, on this lonely hilltop. I whisper the names of those I love: Aragorn, Elrond, Eldarion… and many more. I lie down, alone and close my eyes. I remember Aragorn. Always remember Aragorn.
I haven't thought about him for a long time. But then I don't think about these things now. Not any more.
There's nothing anymore.
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