It feels so weird..... being ill, i mean. Well, I don't know how to describe it but it's like nothing that's ever happened to me before. It was like--- breathing the air of Mordor. Waiting on the edge, where each breath you take could be your last. I suppose that's how Frodo is feeling right now, if he is alive.

My eyes were shut tightly, trying to keep away the rays of light that were creeping through the crack where my lids met. Then, a warm hand tapped mine.

Lady Arwen, said a voice. It was male, but not ada's. My lady.

I opened my eyes slowly. It was one of ada's council who helped reforge the sharded Narsil. I looked up and saw him looking into the trees.

I said gently. He jumped, suprised that I had spoken.

My lady, he said, relieved that I was all right. Your ada is gone.

I pushed myself up remotely, but immediately let myself back down with some difficulty. I gasped softly.

Yes. But do not worry. He has gone to find Lord Aragorn to present to him the reforged sword. He has located him somewhere between Gondor and Rohan, though I do not know where.

My heart started racing when I heard my loves name. A tingling feeling of pleasure swept down my spine. I smiled in my mind but was too weak to express it on my face.

I will leave you to rest your mind in peace, he whispered, and left.

And rest my body as well,' I thought. I ached everywhere, but especially in my heart, for I longed to be close to Aragorn. I hoped that I would see him soon.

Laying here gave me lots of time to think about Aragorn. I wished so much that I could see him! More than I wanted to live! I wouldn't care if I died tomorrow, if only I could be with him today! I guess that's why I gave up my immortality, and everything I love and am used to. Because being able to live forever is great, but if it means living life without Aragorn, it's not even worth it any more.

I don't care if I will dye as long as I get to see him one last time. I don't care if I have to leave Rivendell behind forever! I don't even care if I have to go through life with the burden of sickness and pain. I would throw beauty and purity away, just to see his face one last time. To be able to see his face every morning and to feel his hands around my waist. Not even Sauron could keep me away from Aragorn. All I want to do is to see him now.