Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to LOTR…

A/N: ok, I don't like Aragorn that much… but I decided to give this a try… and also, it's more than just Aragorn and Arwen's story… everyone plays a part in this… btw, though it may seem like it, Boromir isn't tainted at first. It slowly develops as the story progresses… please r/r… and don't flame if it's bad… I put a lot of effort into writing this…  =)

Thanks to baby-bubblz and Kristy for being my beta-readers… - you two are awesome!!!

By the way: this story's theme is kind of like that of "my immortal" by evanescence… so if you play that song while reading this story… maybe it'll make a bit more sense…

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Miss Misery 

The sun was setting slowly below the horizon, and the silhouettes of two people were illuminated in the garden as they stood under an archway made up of a weave of roses and a wooden frame. They stood conversing, the man in a deep yet dead sounding voice, while the elf-maiden spoke in a soft, yet rich and melodious tone.

'Idhren emmen menna gui ethwel. Hae o auth a nîr a naeth  [You have a chance for another life. Away from war... grief... despair]

Why are you saying this?

I am mortal; you are Elfkind.

It did not matter before, so what makes you think it matters now?

Your people are leaving these shores. You are the Evenstar of your people, Arwen, and you belong with them… And I? I am just a man. I am not worthy of your love.

You are more than just a man; you are the man I gave my heart to. Even you, Aragorn son of Arathorn, Heir of Isildur, Chieftain of the Dunadain, with your lineage and power could not force my love for you out of me. I chose a mortal life. I'd rather live a lifetime with you, than live an eternity alone.

I do not want you to suffer.

Why would I suffer when I am with you?

I will die Arwen.

I know Aragorn. All must die or pass into the West, all must leave Middle-Earth, but I will follow you, for I will have no better place to be then where you are. And if I do not find you, I would spend an eternity looking for you. I said I loved you Aragorn, and I still and will hold true to my word, now and forever. Go now, and fulfill your purpose. I wait for the day you return.

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The two lay side by side somewhere in the forests of Rivendell, waiting for the dawn. The months had gone by so quickly, and soon it would be time to leave. They needed this precious time together before they'd be apart again.

The sun was visible through the bleak and dreary clouds; wind whispering through the grass in the wood. Oh, the accursed day had already come, and they were to be parted once more. How come it was so hard for them to be together? Arwen felt Aragorn's hand on hers, his fingers spread out on her stomach. She took his calloused hands in hers, laced her fingers around his, and rolled over to see if he was awake. He most definitely was, as he was staring straight at the sky, his eyes bloodshot. He clearly hadn't been sleeping for the entire night.

"Aragorn, do you dislike sleeping?"

"I couldn't sleep, knowing that this may be the last night I ever spend with you," Aragorn replied. Aragorn had spent the entire night staring at her, hoping to memorize everything about her (as he had already been quite successful). Aragorn noticed something about Arwen he hadn't noticed before. She never seemed to smile anymore; it was as if being with him made her lose all sense of emotion. Deep inside he was scared of that happening. He didn't want her becoming more like him. He kissed her on the cheek, clumsily stood up, and began getting dressed. Aragorn was clearly coping all right with the fact that he was leaving on another death mission, and the fact that he'd be away from Arwen again. They had said all they had wanted to say the night before, and now there were no words that were left unsaid. A simple goodbye and a kiss brought Aragorn back into the courtyard, and back into the wild again with the fellowship of the ring.