I had been traveling to Valinor, the undying lands, for a couple of weeks by now. I felt so cold. But this was not because it was cold outside, because I was immune to the cold. I felt cold as though I had made the wrong decision. I felt like I was wrong to leave Aragorn to face the world alone, even though I did not know if he was even alive still. I suppose somewhere in my heart, I knew he was. I just had to believe in him. Though there was much doubt tugging at the back of my mind, I pressed on.

I looked at the scenery around me. Everything was so green and alive. It seemed like this peaceful forest was the only place on Middle Earth that has been able to escape from the war and despair that surrounded it. Even in the beautiful woods of Lothlorien was there greif for the terror that has struck what was once a beautiful paradise. I turned my attention to the road in front of me again, but I saw something that did not belong. A boy, mortal no doubt, that was dressed in a loose fitting white shirt, and was running towards something. I watched him race across the path and through the woods. Then, the forest changed to a room somewhere. Where ever it was, it must be a very grand building. A palace, maybe? I watched to boy run into the room, then began breathing fast as I saw who he was running to. It was Aragorn. And at once, I knew who this boy must be. He was my son. Aragorn swept our son into his arms, twirling him around, smiling and proud. I would see the evenstar around my son's neck. Then, Aragorn set him down, and my son rounded on me. His face... it was so angry! My eyes filled with tears. That was the last thing I would ever want to see, especially now. And at that moment, I knew that I had done wrong. My place was with Aragorn, even if it meant forsaking my immortality, because at this point, I was willing to forsake anything just to be with him. As the vision disapeared, I realized that I had fallen behind. Nénithar, one of the other Rivendell elves, aproached me.

Lady Arwen, we must hurry. There can be no delays.

I decided it best not to say anything. I quickly turned my horse around, and raced off, as fast as I could. The sooner I could make it back to Rivendell, the better off I'll be. I could here my people calling after me. I tried to ignor ethem, but I knew I had betrayed them all, especially my father. But I was making the right decision, and if he couldn't see that then it's not even worth trying to explain it to him.

I raced on, traveling much faster then I had when I was with the rest of my people. I knew I would get there quickly. I just hope I won't ever regret my decision. But somehow, I doubted I ever would.