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-Naamárie-

Arwen sat at her table in her room in the Palace of Gondor. Her wedding was to start in a while, there was enough time to write one. She got out the necessary items and began writing:

Dear Mother,

By the time you get this letter, I'll already be a mortal, one of the Atani, doomed to die. I know that you would be waiting at the shore of the Undying Lands, waiting to receive us. But I will never come. Father will be passing this to you, and I wish I could be at the Undying Lands, spending the rest of my life with you until the world is broken asunder.

But I never will.

I could still remember the time you were attacked by Orcs on your way to Lothlorien. Elladan and Elrohir fought so hard to rescue you. You were alive, but barely. Father was distraught. It took him quite a while to get to eat again. When you finally came to, all of us were elated. Father was overflowing with joy. Alas, good things do not last and you left for the Grey Havens soon after, having found no more joy in Middle-Earth. As for Father, he never really did recover from it. He went back to his normal routine, but all of us could see that he missed you dearly.

I had counted down the years until I could see you again across the Seas; to feel your embrace, telling me that everything was alright, your hand, stroking my hair. But it will never be. Little did I know then that a mortal would come between us and my future. Even though I had a measure of the gift of foresight, it did not warn me of him. He was Aragorn, from the line of Elendil. Isildur's heir. When his mother brought him here to live with us, I did not think much of him then, just like his ancestors before him. After all, I was spending more time in Lothlorien. But came that day when we met each other in the gardens of Imadris. He captured my heart then, and I loved him more on that day he came back 29 years later in Lothlorien.

The War of the Ring is over, Sauron is defeated, the Ring is destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom. Aragorn has been restored in his rightful place in the world-the King of Gondor. He should deserve this, after all, he had laboured long and hard in the world. We will be wed today- on Midsummer's Day. I'm happy living in the White City, but also would give anything to see you again over the Sea, but Aragorn still holds capture my heart. Father is leaving in a year or two's time. As for Elladan and Elrohir, they will be sailing to the Undying Lands too, but much later.

Since I was born, I was named Undomiel, Evenstar of her people. It was often said that the light of Evenstar does not wax or wane. But it will. By marrying Aragorn, I chose myself a mortal life, giving up my immortality. In years to come, the Evenstar will not shine anymore. But those years are still long to come in the eyes of Men, though to me it will pass in the span of a heartbeat. The lives of Men are short, though my life will be relatively long, and so will that of the Numenoreans. I'm deeply saddened by the fact that I will never see you again in the rest of my lifetime, for I have chosen the fate of Lúthien. Which is to give up my immortality. I love you Mother. Send my regards to the rest there.

Sincerely

Your Daughter Arwen Undomiel

Arwen put the letter aside, she would give it to her father after the celebrations. She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Aragorn was coming soon, her sharp elven hearing told her that he was walking down the passageway towards the room. Just as she had expected, the door opened as if on cue.

"Are you ready, meleth?" came a familiar voice. Turning around, she saw Aragorn leaning against the doorframe in his best clothes, looking at her. Smiling, she walked towards Aragorn. Together, hand in hand, they went out of the palace to their wedding ceremony.

The End


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