I'm baaaaaaaaaaack! Evenstar-Greenleaf is back, and ready to write:P:P
This fic is about Arwen leaving Minas Tirith after Aragorn's death.
Queen's Flight
It is night. The city of Minas Tirith sleeps. The streets are quiet. But lo! there goes someone. No one sees her, for they are all asleep.
She is not of low status. She wears the clothes of a noble.
Where is she going? She walks through the streets. Her steps are silent. She nears the entrance of the city. She is leaving. She will not return.
Morning. Life resumes in Minas Tirith. People bustle about the streets. Shop merchants bargain with shoppers. No one notices that she is gone. Not yet.
Mid-day. The guards of the palace are worried. The Queen has not yet risen from her bed. Is something wrong? Is she ill? Finally, the guards' worry overcomes them, and they open the doors. Walking to the bed, they try to rouse the Queen. But she will not awaken. They pull back the bed covers. Queen Arwen is not there. She is gone.