Arwen sat on the floor, huddled near to the wall in a corner of the Hall of Fire, wrapped in a warm, dark cloak, hood pulled over her face to mask her features. Her eyes were closed, and she let the lyrics flicker through her mind. A dark haired elf stood and began to sing, and the soft words came falling into her mind as she drifted off into dreams.

Uich gwennen na'wanath ah na dhin

Aragorn floated down a river, motionless, his body battered and bloody.

An uich gwennen na ringyrn ambar hen

She watched as his still form washed ashore, searching for any signs of life. He moaned faintly, and she sighed, releasing the breath she had not realized she had been holding. He lived.

Boe naid bain gwannathar

Her eyes wandered over him, looking for wounds, noting the Evenstar was missing from his neck with sorrow.

Boe cuil ban firitha

She bent over his form, tracing his features with her pale fingers, "May the grace of the Valar protect you," she whispered, gently kissing him, wishing that he could feel her warm touch. His eyes drifted open and she smiled sadly as the dream vanished.

Boe near gwannatach

She awakened as the song ended, her deep, starlit eyes rising from the shadows of her cloak to stare out at the others.

"Aragorn."

She stood, the warm closeness of the hall feeling confining, and made her way outside. The stars shone brightly overhead and a hint of a smile touched her lips. She walked awhile through the cold forest, her steps slow but sure, allowing her mind to drift somewhere between thought and dream.

She sat down next to a tree, leaning back against the white bark of the graceful birch, staring up into the night sky. A tear meandered down her cheek, stinging slightly in the brisk air, and she gently closed her eyes. The last thing she remembered before she fell asleep was the wind whistling through the woods.