Of the Final Moments of the King Elessar
Every fleeting moment, every labored breath fades me further into black. O do not let me go. Alone in death I go, and yet I cannot cry. My wife, my children, must know that this is the only way. So here I lay as the world paints itself into black.
If ever my heart broke, it was now. I could feel it within me. The line of Telcontar passed on, the love of a father given down to his children. But most of all, the blessing and the promise to the one that I will always love, my stronghold, my faith, my wife. Forgive me, Arwen, that I cannot linger on with you. You should suffer no loss, yet fate and age wear upon the heart within my chest, and I know that this is right.
Do not cry for me. I ask you not to cry, for all I want to see is your radiant smile that has brought me out from darkness to the might of destiny. So many tears have we shead that never again will we need to cry. So do not cry beloved.
Yet as the darkness takes me breathless, I feel your warm embrace and I know that we were meant for one another. I have always known this, but with the fidelity of my last touch, I know, we were right all along, beloved, we were right all along.
But the warmth of your touch fades too, and no longer do I feel. But I hear. I can hear your gentle whispers of a final farewell. The circles of the world cannot encircle love, and that is how I know that we are not bound forever to the endless circles. But now even your soothing voice fades to nothing.
I am alone again, but with the lingering thought that love, that life, has been mine because I loved you. I love you Arwen.
