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Past Revisited

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...years later...

Arwen was weary. She grew tired of the long years spent within the cold and overbearing walls of the mortal world. She longed to see the mountains, rivers and trees of her people. She longed to walk amongst the lands of her childhood, the lands which she held close to her heart. She decided that she would break away from the world of men, even just for a while.

"My Lord, my heart desires to visit the lands of my people. I grow restless within these walls. I should very much like to visit the Garden of Elrond, where none now walk..."

"Indeed, I see it in your eyes. Your soul has grown sick. I suspect that you would like to go immediately, however I shall not be able to accompany you."

"My Lord?"

"I have already sent word that I will be visiting in the land of Rohan, for it has been some time since I have seen our friends last. Perhaps we shall travel together to Rohan then to Rivendell..."

"Nay, as much as I would like to once again be in the presence of such company, I would much prefer to leave as soon as possible."

"Then I will arrange a suitable escort..."

"I do not desire nor have use for an escort. Though I have not been home for many years, I am fully capable of minding my own."

"Arwen, it is for your protection."

"I will be traveling to Rivendell and Lothlorien. When the elves were not yet gone from these shores no mortal eyes sought the way to the Golden Wood... I will uphold the law, for I am still elf-kind and dare not to break it."

Aragorn saw the fierce determination in his wife's eyes and realized it was pointless to argue.

The next day King Elessar bade farewell to his Queen as she rode off to greet the morning sun.

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Besides being sick with longing, Arwen wanted to go home in commemoration of when her father, Elrond the Halfelven, passed over the sea.

She missed him dearly.

Riding day and night, Arwen noticed that the paths leading to Imladris were barely noticeable, for none now dwelt in Elven realms. It was as if the world changed to cover up and keep hidden its own private secret.

Then finally, she came upon Rivendell in all its breathtaking glory.

She dismounted and stood before its gates, anxious yet afraid but wholly remorseful. Memories flooded back to her and she relived them full force, her hand finding the cool stone of the fortress to keep her standing.

He made is presence known to her then. Appearing next to her as he reached for her hand. She lifted her head then, eyes wet with unshed tears and together they entered the last homely house of the elves.

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Arwen awoke in her bed, surprise registering on her face when she realized that it was her bed,in her room in Imladris. She had forgotten how she had ended up there, having been so exhausted from the journey. The last thing she remembered was walking with Legolas.

Confused, Arwen quickly changed out of her soiled riding clothes and went to find her companion.

He was firing away at targets. His arrows and his aim deadly accurate. He seemed not to notice her as she approached him.

Then, "Le ab-dollen.."

She looked at him, puzzled.

He sighed. "I've been coming here every year since the day the 3 keepers sailed over the sea. It is about time you showed up."

She sat down on a nearby bench. "Why have you not visited Gondor? Over the years, I have not seen you save barely a handful of times...and never more than a brief meeting."

"I do not belong there."

"Is it because of men or because of me? Have I done something to offend you?"

He was silent.

"So instead you prefer to live in solitude, hiding behind the trees and desperately trying to hold on to a time that no longer has a place in this world?" She grew frustrated at his indifference.

"Yes. As are you...otherwise, you wouldn't be here now."

"Why do you treat me as if I were the enemy? In all our long years together you have never been so cold. But perhaps it is because you have forgotten what it is like to be in the presence of other beings."

"And you have forgotten what it is like to be elf-kind."

Arwen felt like she had just been slapped in the face.

"I did not think that I should have lived to see this day. That in all our long years together our friendship should end in darkness. I would have liked to think that we would not be overthrown in the face of time's passage."

He said nothing as he gathered his arrows from the target. Arwen tried again.

"Legolas will you not speak with me? Will you abandon everything we once shared?"

Finally, he turned to her. His voice lost all harshness and cruelty. Instead, it was deep and painful, fresh from reopened wounds.

"My Lady, you have it all wrong. It was not I that abandoned you."

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Le ab-dollen. - You're Late.