Believe it or not, Ada actually seemed surprised to see me. I demanded for him to tell me what he saw in his vision, the one he used to convince me in the first place to leave. His reply "I looked into your future and I saw death"
I was so upset at him, I was barely staying calm. Softly, yet very firmly I told him, "But there is also life. You saw there was a child! You saw my son!" His face fell he knew now he would never be able to convince me to leave Middle-Earth now. Almost desperate, he tried to sway me again, tried to convince me to go. I reminded him of what was foretold. Of Aragorn's heritage, "the Crownless again shall be King." It was then I made my choice. The choice to forsake the immortal life of the Eldar and embrace the Mortality of Men. I could feel my immortality leaving me. I could feel the coldness sweep into my flesh. Ada heard my gasp as my senses dulled and I became acutely aware of the chill in the air. He took my hands and sadness came into his eyes, "Your hands are cold...The life of the Eldar is leaving you..."
I tried to smile at him, "This was my choice. Ada, whether by your will or not, there is no ship now that can bear me hence..." He left me then, to do what he must to aid the one I love. I know what grief my choice has caused him, but I cannot forsake my love for Aragorn. Were I to do so, I would spend eternity in regret.
holding my last breath
safe inside myself
are all my thoughts of you
sweet raptured light it ends here tonight
We have been staying with Arwen's grandparents for weeks now and all the time allowed me to regain any and all strength lost from when we started on this Quest. Then lose myself in thought, thinking of her. Thinking about what things might have been like? If she had stayed in Middle-Earth, if we were together right now. Legolas says I shouldn't give up hope on her, that she still might be in Middle-Earth and be waiting for us to win, to overcome the Shadow, Sauron. He probably right, And yet it is so hard to hold onto that hope. I smile wryly to myself. How ironic is it that the one who has been called hope by many, has so little for himself...
We left Lorien about a week ago and lost Boromir on the shores of the Anduin, just above the Falls of Rauros. With his dying words he declared me his brother, his captain, his king, then saluted me in traditional Gondorian fashion. I had thought it couldn't get any worse. However, the Valar does like to prove me wrong...Frodo and Sam left to journey to Mordor by themselves. The Ring is no longer safe to be carried in a group of people. Pippin and Merry have been captured by the Orcs and carried off to some foul purpose. Legolas was ready to go after Frodo and Sam, but, I knew we could no longer aid the Ringbearer as he needed, nor could we leave Merry and Pippin to the torment the Orcs were sure to inflict. I knew our path was now laid before us. We had to go after them. So that is what we did. Legolas, Gimli, and I, the Three Hunters.
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