Disclaimer: They are not mine, but the creations of the Master, J.R.R. Tolkien.

Author´s Notes: There are two persons my thanks go to: Klose for looking through the story and being nitpicky; and TreeHugger for the grammatical help. Someday I will learn to add commas at the right place. I´d be lost without the two of you, so thank you for your help.

And of course, I would like to thank everyone who has read or reviewed one of my stories so far. Your reviews mean a lot to me, so keep them coming.

This might be an AU, since I do not know if Elladan and Elrohir stayed in Middle-earth and became mortal after Elrond had left, or if they at last set sail and returned to their family in the Undying Lands.

Now, gentle readers, enjoy.

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     'There at last when the mallorn-leaves were falling, but spring had not yet come, she laid herself to rest upon Cerin Amroth; and there is her green grave, until the world is changed, and all the days of her life are utterly forgotten by men that come after, and elanor and niphredil bloom no more East of the Sea.

J.R.R. Tolkien

   

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"The Queen has left our lands. They say she has passed away."

Whispers spread through the whole Reunited Kingdom. Both Gondor and Arnor mourned in the first days of spring that they had first lost their King to the fate of men, and now the one who had loved him most.

In all the villages we passed through, old tales awoke anew, about Lúthien and Beren our ancestors. Only the names were altered, now the lovers were named Arwen Undómiel and Aragorn Elessar Telcontar. And we, the brothers of the Queen by blood, sensed that we were no more brothers by spirit to her, for we knew the inevitable had happened; she had indeed embraced the fate of men and left the circles of this world, to be sundered from her kin, but reunited with her beloved.

Even though we were no more brothers by spirit to her, we would always remain brothers by blood to her, and always by heart.

We still were wanderers, roaming the lands of Middle-earth, and so we finally crossed the Misty Mountains to tread the paths that no one walks anymore. Winter had come even to Lórien, and spring had abandoned the wood. The mellyrn bore no more leaves, nor flowers; The Lady of Light and her people had passed away, the air was silent.

Here we found her, our sister, the Queen.

And we, her brothers, mourned for her upon Cerin Amroth, where she has once forfeited her immortality for a mortal love.

Our songs filled the air as we combed her dark tresses and closed her unseeing eyes, dull and grey without a spark of starlight.

We laid her to rest on the hilltop, in a bed of elanor, the last sun-stars East of the sea.

It was fitting for her. Our sister, the Queen, had been born as one of the Eldalie, the people of the stars, and had become one of the Edain who had awoken with the first sunrise. Their fate she chose to share, so her soul might leave to dwell beyond the confines of this world, together with our brother, the king.

And now that the last child of Elrond has chosen her fate, though it may have ended in bitterness and tears; we leave her here resting in peace, so we may join our family in the Immortal Lands and tell them of our sister, the Queen.

Here her beauty and her sacrifice will pass out of mortal thoughts too soon. In Valinor she will be remembered.

We, the brothers of the Queen, once by spirit but still by blood and always by heart, will keep alive the memory of her, one of the most fearless of the Eldalie, for however brave the greatest of the warriors were, none dared to walk the path of mortality. None save two maidens, and one of them was Arwen, our sister, the Queen.