Here we are folks. The final chapter. This is not an evil epilogue like the one for DTA. Just letting you know what happened. Also, if the little break doesn't show up before the last bit, there is supposed to be some sort of break there. SORRY!

I can't believe that this is over. Thank you to all my faithful readers who didn't review, and thank you even more to all the faithful readers who did review. You've all been very supportive of this story. I'm glad people enjoyed it.

Someone To Catch My Tears

Part Thirteen: Epilogue

Now here we are, three years later. It was all Eowyn and Aragorn's idea, to write down our story. I'm not sure why we did it, but we all thought that it was a good idea. It would help us all understand each other, and it would help others understand us. Eowyn laughs at me when I mention this, but I am sure that someone else will read this some day.

I suppose that you know who is writing this closing statement to this story by now—though it should have been obvious from the beginning, who would be charged with the job of writing down the end while everyone else sits and chatters? I'll give you one guess—But I think that the important thing about this chapter, should you call it that, is telling whatever readers may be reading this what this story is. It is the story of Eowyn, Aragorn, Arwen, and myself, and how the preceding events have changed us forever, for good or bad.

The other important thing about these last pages, it mentioning what happened after the story. This I shall proceed to do.

Eowyn and I spoke to Aragorn about our situation. I knew that he was pained about what Eowyn had done, but both she and I knew that he would see the good of what had come to pass very soon.

We got married, and three years later decided to write our story down. Now, we are all sitting in the library of Emyn Arnen, which, by the way, I did get to rebuild, and looking back on all that has come to pass.

Arwen is here, and I must say that I cannot blame Aragorn for loving her, for she is truly the second most lovely creature I have ever seen in my life. When Aragorn asked her, she mentioned that she has a very close friend, but she is not sure if it should or will develop into anything else. I was disappointed that this friend of hers did not come along, but she said that he had insisted on waiting at the Havens for when she was ready to return.

Aragorn is here too, and though she wasn't allowed to be involved in the writing of the story, his dear "friend" is here at the conclusion. Her name is Kulta, and some readers of this story may notice that the name is the same as one mentioned elsewhere in this story, by Eowyn. Aragorn is now sitting on a couch laughing, with his arm around Kulta. They insist that they are not interested in each other, but most of us have our doubts. My dear reader may notice a bit of messy handwriting in the last sentence, and I assure you that I am not drunk. It is simply that Aragorn just now picked up that I was writing about him, and he was not at all happy about what I had written. I do apologize. Anyway, the story of Aragorn and Kulta is a different story. Perhaps they will write it down some day, but it is not to be told here. Though I will mention that Eowyn has handed over the keys to the citadel to Kulta, so I am not the only one who thinks that there is something more than friendship there.

Eowyn, of course, is here. She is sitting next to me. Up to a point, I think that it was when I said that I was sure that someone would read this some day, Eowyn had been reading every single word over my shoulder. Now she is being as oblivious to what I'm writing as everyone else. Aragorn is at the current moment teasing her—and me—about her growing stomach. He is asking her what she shall name the child, and she is snapping back that it depends on if it is a girl or a boy. Personally, I want to name her Lai, should she be a girl, and Boromir, should she be a boy, but I have not mentioned these names to Eowyn yet, and I don't know exactly how she is going to take to them.

I am, obviously, here as well. I must say that the past three years that I have spent with my beloved Eowyn have been the best three years of my life. I cannot wait for each new day to dawn, for each one brings a new special memory for me to store away forever. I cannot describe how happy I am, knowing that Eowyn is by my side forever.

Much has happened in the last three years, but all of those tales can be and are told elsewhere. For now, I think that I shall happily close this book now, knowing that the last page has been filled, of this story, and perhaps some other story shall pick up from it.

The world regrets so much,

So many things which one promises.

Only one for which I am made.

I loved you, I love you and I will love you.

No matter what you do,

The love is everywhere where you look.

In the least recesses of space,

In the least dream where you are delayed.

The love, as if it rained…