This is not about a warrior, but Arwen must fight her own battles while she waits for her beloved.
Forty times have the leaves of the trees turned golden and have fallen to the ground since I was betrothed to a man. I still remember him that day, his mysterious eyes in which all mystery was laid bare for my reading, his smile full of an emotion I cannot describe, his loving hands holding mine as he asked me to be his wife. It still stuns me and I find my mind reeling, but it seems inherently right. I laugh at the memory of a golden mallorn leaf stuck in his riotous curls that I brushed away right as I accepted. His glee was child-like and I fell in love him again.
Love is a difficult emotion. It simply is. I did not require him to be anything more than he was at the time, yet he is so much more. He is noble, valiant… everything he should be. I have never wished to be by his side more, yet one barrier still holds us back. Forty years used to mean nothing, yet now, I can feel every minute that slowly ticks by, as if it was some sort of slow torture, and I want to give up the information, but I simply do not know what it is. I love him. I always have, since the moment he called me Tinuviel. He seems to believe I have unsurpassed beauty and that every moment he has with me is precious, something that he locks away in his memory for the dreariest nights in the wilderness.
I have seen him age from a youth into a man of eighty-seven years. His skin is more tanned, his hair longer, his arms stronger, and his eyes more sorrowful. It pains me to see the distress and longing in his gray eyes. I wish to take it all away and soothe his pain away with a kiss and embrace, but it is not in my power to do so.
Forty years is a long time to a man constantly pressured by an unknown force. I simply hope I am worth the wait.
My father looks at me with such pain. It tears my heart in two, but the bigger half shall always remain Estel's. I shall always love my family, but I have a driving need to be with my beloved, for he is my delight, as I am his. His love is more precious than gems and all the wealth of Valinor. I do not think of what I shall miss by allowing mortality to become mine, for what I shall experience will be worth that and more.
I do not understand why my heart chose him, I only praise my heart's decision. Aragorn is all I have ever desired and so much more. I will be his and he will be mine. What a blessed day that shall be. Until then, however, waiting and remembering him shall suffice.