Here is the last chapter! I suggest you reread ch 17 before you read this one.

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18. – Epilogue

It was late afternoon when Celeborn walked through the tall trees of Lothlórien. The sun was almost down and the moon had already risen, creating a magical effect with the dappled shadows of the leaves. He had only just now left Galadriel sitting on a bench, still in view and he wandered leisurely down through the trees. But suddenly, just before he entered a small grassy clearing, he caught sight of two people heading along a narrow path, coming his way. And there was no doubt who the elf-maiden was who rode on the white horse. It was Arwen.

In delight Celeborn turned round to look down the path, straining for a glimpse of his wife. "Galadriel! Galadriel! Arwen's back!" He watched his granddaughter as she rode on the white stallion, Aragorn walking beside her. He was wondering when they had met on their road, when Galadriel came up next to him. Smiling he met her eyes.

"I didn't know Aragorn knew Arwen," she said thoughtfully, no expression on her face. Celeborn knew it was hopeless to work out what she was thinking of, or even ask her. Many a time he had discovered it was thoroughly pointless.

"Maybe they met each other when they entered our realm…" he replied, his eyes fixed on their Evenstar. She was laughing and smiling as she gazed down at Aragorn, rather more than was her nature. Probably she was just pleased to be back home. Suddenly he saw Aragorn laugh as Arwen said something and his eyes twinkled as he watched the elf-maiden riding beside him. Arwen giggled and tossed her hair over her shoulders.

Celeborn felt himself frown slightly. He shouldn't be suspicious, but this didn't feel right. There was something in the air which was wrong, something too lively and too… his wasn't sure. But – Celeborn mentally hit himself. Normally he would have already walked over to them, his granddaughter and the young Ranger, and greeted them in the glade. What was wrong with him? He knew what he should do; but he did not want to. There was a wall in front of him holding him back from going over to them. A little nervously he glanced sideways at his wife. Like usual her wonderfully slim form was shimmering, pearly white in the evening light, her golden her shining perfectly as if the light of the sun was glowing from within every strand. Immediately he felt comforted; he was just being silly. Everything was fine. Galadriel would know and tell him straight away if it wasn't. He should be happy his granddaughter was coming home to them both.

He watched light-heartedly as Arwen and Aragorn slowly came into the glade, shining gold in the late-day sun falling through the rich green leaves. He saw Arwen gently pull on the reigns of her horse, and as he stopped, raising his head and twitching his ears, so did the Ranger. Arwen passed the slender ropes to him, and he looped them over his wrist, whispering something to her as he did so. He looked concerned, but Arwen smiled weakly, muttering something back. Taking her hand, he helped her dismount the snow-white horse, stringing his arm around her waist as he lowered her to the ground.

Celeborn smiled faintly. Arwen was probably tired after the long journey back. Aragorn was being good to her, very kind indeed. That was nice. He fixed his eyes back on his granddaughter. She remained standing very close to Aragorn, and he saw her wind her arm around his neck as she whispered something into his ear. As she finished he saw her lean away, meeting the handsome man's eyes. Gently Aragorn laid his hand on Arwen's stomach, touching her tenderly on the left side. Arwen too looked down, biting her bottom lip, but as Aragorn lifted his eyes up to hers she smiled immediately, her eyes shining like perfect moons.

"They seem rather close…" Celeborn muttered apprehensively. He turned to see what Galadriel's answer would be, but she did not say anything. Her eyes were focused directly on the couple, a very piercing glance it looked like. Sighing quietly Celeborn followed her eyes, running his hand up the side of the mallorn tree-trunk beside him. The grey bark was rough against his fingers, but he leant against it anyway. He was not interested in feeling anything there. He was interested in what was happening in the glade.

Arwen continued to smile powerfully at the young Dunedain leader. She fondly wiped a strand of hair out of his grey eyes, earning a loving look from her Ranger. Then she firmly pressed both hands onto his chest, clearly putting a lot of pressure there, for Aragorn let go of the horse's reigns and stumbled quickly backwards, picking up more and more speed as Arwen pushed him, her long dress rippling as she lightly followed his footsteps. Celeborn could see her saying something, but not hear what it was, yet it made the man's lips curl up into a loving smile. Arwen made them move along faster and faster through the long lush grass, still murmuring soft words to him.

Then suddenly Aragorn collided with a thick tree trunk, and Arwen pinned him there against the smooth bark, still keeping her hands closely on his thinly-clothed chest. Celeborn wondered what she was doing. Surely she would stop sometime now. It wasn't even as if they were really good friends.

Arwen still carried on whispering to him, smiling more and more. From this angle Celeborn could just about see the stars twinkling in her blue eyes, but he immediately noticed when Aragorn's hands slid down Arwen's body, resting on her hips. He inhaled sharply; but his mind was suddenly not working. Instead of useful knowledge there was a deep expanse of nothing, an empty capacity. Celeborn blinked blankly from behind his tree.

Now Arwen leant in closer, her face disappearing from view behind her long silky hair. Aragorn smiled, with a seducing light in his eyes that could not be recognised from Celeborn's distance. But he wondered at his granddaughter when she pushed her chest out against his, rather meaningfully it seemed. He saw Arwen toss her hair back again, clearly asking Aragorn a question. He replied immediately, a teasing smile dancing on his lips.

And then suddenly Arwen was kissing him, kissing him hard and avidly on the lips. Celeborn gasped, deadly shock echoing through his sluggish body, transfixed on the granddaughter he had thought he knew. This could not be right! But there she was, still pressing with fierce desire against his lips, her fingers running carelessly through his long beach-coloured hair, gold streaks highlighted as she messed it up completely. Aragorn too joined in, sliding one hand through her ebony hair, bringing Celeborn's attention to a beautiful clip shining there, which he did not recognise. But it did not hold his gaze for long; he was fixed despairingly on Aragorn's hand tightly held on Arwen's waist.

"Galadriel; did you foresee this!" he asked frantically. He wished they would stop, wished that fervent image would go away and never come to be. "Galadriel?" This was awful, it was wrong, wrong, wrong!

"Galadriel?" Impatiently and full of misery he tore his stained eyes away to where Galadriel had just been standing. But she was not there. Celeborn gulped in a second surprise; and then his stare fell down. Galadriel's white body was there on the leafy ground, still and unmoving. She had collapsed in sheer shock. Celeborn choked, looking back at the irresistible couple on the edge of the glade. Clearly she had not known this would happen, he thought savagely. Tears stung his eyes as he watched Aragorn and Arwen, their lips moving passionately over each other's, Arwen's body pressed very intimately to his. Just then Celeborn saw Aragorn's head tip to the side, obviously deepening their kiss as he entered inside her longing mouth.

Celeborn broke his eyes away, not wishing to observe their romantic moments. Bitter tears came down his cheeks as he knelt down to tend to his stunned wife. How could Arwen do this? She knew what she must pay if she did it, but how could she want to forsake her immortality? Arwen was like Lúthien, but she was not Lúthien. No, he murmured as he wept hopelessly, hugging Galadriel's limp body to his chest, no, this could not be… he could never loose his Undómiel like he had lost his own daughter. Celeborn fell forward, conquered by despair.

But over in the golden glade, standing together by the trees, Arwen and Aragorn were at peace, their hearts merging together at last. For finally Arwen had found her Estel, her stunning Ranger, the one who she would do anything for; she would even die for him. It did not matter if she lost her immortality, because she would be with him. And that meant everything to her. She would go through all she had borne just for this heavenly moment with Aragorn, for this one kiss alone. Not even the Valar could make this wonderful love.

And Aragorn sighed happily, bringing her nearer and nearer. Bliss had to be this; bliss had to be what his heart was feeling now. He adored Arwen so much, her love was the only thing that kept him going, that kept him alive and living. She was so beautiful, the mingling lights of the moon and the sun glimmering on her dark hair, her deep azure eyes filled with stars, her far-too-tempting magenta lips pressed to his. He could never ask for more, never plead for a better feeling than this. His heart was complete when hers was so close, so near, and his soul was filled with love, Arwen's gorgeous love… And at last, here he was, finally, with his beautiful Evenstar in Twilight.