A/N: I don't own anything, except my brain and some very tattered, worn out copies of the Silmarillion, Unfinished Tales, the Lord of the Rings, etc. I wish I did, but they belong to great genius J.R.R. Tolkien. This chapter is a bit sorrowful, almost like a continuation of the last one. Please don't get as depressed as I did as I was writing it! But I hope u like it! Please R/R!

End of Third Age, Year 3021, 29th of September, Passing of the Elves, Mithlond, Gate to the Grey Havens (Valinor)

To witness my kin passing through those gates, singing songs of memory, filled with a sadness that was blessed and without bitterness, never to see Middle Earth again, I began to wonder if I should have gone with them. No more will niphredil and elanor* bloom on this side of the Sea. No more will Lorien fill with the song of the Elves. No more will Imladris* be the haven and sanctuary to all weary of their journey. No more will my father Elrond and my brothers ride along the paths of the Gladden Fields*. No more will Lady Galadriel and Celeborn appear on this Middle Earth. I shall never see them again, ever. My heart was filled with sadness and for a fleeting moment, longing. I have heard the tales of Elves left behind, left behind on a cruel Middle Earth who forsook them and left them to toil and wear away their days. The old song, Elbereth Gilthoniel echoed in my head and unwarily, I began to sing it softly to myself.
A! Elbereth Gilthoniel!
silivren penna miriel
o menel aglar elenath,

Gilthoniel, A! Elbereth!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees
The starlight on the Western Seas

I then reminded myself of my own choice and even if I chose to go now, no ship would bear me. Besides, I am happily married to Aragorn. All that I have hoped has come true. Why should I long to go? Nevertheless, my heart still calls to the Sea and to my kin. The time of the Elves is over. The time of Arwen Umdomial, Evenstar of her people, Lady of Imladris and Lorien is also over. I am no longer who I was born to be. I am now Queen Arwen of Gondor, wife of Aragorn, King of Gondor and Arnor, a mortal woman.
Enough of that, I am not the only Elf left behind. Legolas Greenleaf of the Woodland Realm has not gone either. He has brought the Woodland Folk to Ithilien, and there they dwell, the fairest of all on this side of the Sea. I have had a long talk with Legolas. He and I share a common bond, our love for Aragorn. When I asked him why he had not gone over the Sea, he replied, "I lu avamme tulin"*
"nira lu tulin?"*
"The same as yours," he answered mysteriously.
"And when will my time come, Legolas?"
"That I cannot tell you, only you know, Lady Arwen," he said bowing and taking his leave. Sometimes he can be so cryptic, but then that is how all Elves are. No wonder Aragorn teases that he cannot stand us. That hypocrite. He has become more Elven than any of us. Gimli says that we speak in riddles and verses that do not ever make any sense and just wastes valuable time. Legolas and I roll our eyes and make our way. I am happy in Minas Tirith with the man I love and with my friends. Yet my heart yearns to walk in the woods of Lorien again amongst the niphredil and elanor and hear the song of my people and see Galadriel and Celeborn walking hand in hand gracefully. mana inye marto var melme?*

* niphredil and elanor: Beautiful flowers that only grow in Elven lands, especially Lorien.

* Imladris: the Elvish name for Rivendell, haven of the Elves, realm of Lord Elrond.

* Gladden Fields: Fields en route from Rivendell to Lorien.

* "I lu avamme tulin": The time has not yet come.

* "nira lu tulin?" When will that time be?

* mana inye marto var melme?: What will my fate be? What is the result of my love?