This story was written for a challenge on the PPC boards. It's Arwen's thoughts as the One Ring is Destroyed.
Look Skyward.
A deep rumbling shakes the earth I stand on. My eyes turn skyward. What have the Valar planned? I wonder, looking at the grey of the sky that seems to engulf us. Close your eyes. I tell myself, feel it. I wonder what has happened. The air has a change to it, I can feel it. The haze has lifted, if only a little. I can hear, though faintly, cries of joy. Though why they reach my ears I do not understand. My eyes snap open, realization hitting me fully.
"Oh Frodo…you've done it, oh my hobbit friend." The words leave my lips, and for the first time in ages, I smile. Soon all will be well, soon all will be alright. I run, to the gates of Imladris, my Imladris, I feel the gentle touch of sun on my face, things seemed back in order. Unbidden, my thoughts turn to Aragorn, and again I smile.
I wonder now, if my choice had been different…I wonder if he would have kept going. But these thoughts are far too sad for this day. My heart feels it, and I open my eyes and again turn them skyward. This time, the faintest of blue greets me. My hope rises.
A new day has dawned.