Just a few notes:
This is a story that takes place during the War of the Ring, and it is of the thoughts of Arwen Undomiel of Imladris and Eowyn of Rohan. You kind of have to guess which character is saying which part, so it makes it fun.
Enjoy!
~Laura

I stand here, looking over the hills of Cerin Amroth, remembering all the memories of our days together, the love we shared, and how I felt like one half of my soul was gone when he passed. Now, I knew my time had come to pass on with him, to be in his arms again…
“”Ae ú-esteliach nad, estelio han, estelio ammen.”

I grieved greatly when I learned of Aragorn’s perilous quest, and how he intended to travel to the deepest depths of Mordor to destroy the Ring of Power. Learning my most beloved would leave me to venture into hell, I would give him part of me. The star pendant I wore on a silver chain upon my breast was gone, and so was my Estel, my dream, my love… and I felt empty, and alone.

Rohan was a cage. And I feared a cage. Not being permitted to fight along side those whom I love I felt trapped and useless. My uncle has fallen ill in the mind and Saruman is taking over our lands… and I am still trapped, and still useless. Eomer did not ease my feelings, nor did he know what it felt like to be confined to a land that has no heart and a king that has no will.

“Tollen i lû. I chair gwannar na Valannor. Si bado, no círar.” My father informed me the ships were taking their leave to Valinor, and I was compulsory to make a life changing, bittersweet choice. The love of my father and all the rest of my beloved kin, or my one true love that I could never forget? A single tear rolled down my cheek unchecked as my father relayed me of my future with Aragorn, and I knew he was torn also. He had loved Aragorn as a son and would despise seeing him hurt.
Although, my father did neglect to tell me one thing: there was a child. There was a son, and I saw him. It was definitely foresight, and I could not help but turn back from the path to the Grey Havens. He was a beautiful boy, so much like his father in his handsome features. And I knew I had to stay. I would regret it forever if I did not.

Aragorn was a man unlike any I knew. And the first reason is because I fell in love with him. Although, I did not know if he shared this love for me, and it grieved me when I saw the star pendant around his neck and the far away look in his eyes when he spoke of the woman who had given it to him. Then I was almost certain his heart belonged somewhere else, but I could not give up the shadowing hope of him expressing love for me. He was a noble man, with ebony hair and rugged features. His tan skin showed no sign of age, although I knew him to be around eighty-eight. The emerald depths he possessed would penetrate into you, and I fell into him like a petal caught in the wind…

“Your time will come. You will face the same evil and you will defeat it. A si i-Dhúath ú-orthor, Aragorn. Ú or le a ú or nin.”
I assured Aragorn he would triumph through anything, and I believed it. He would come to the throne of Gondor no matter what.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

“It is time… Give him the sword of the king.” My father finally consented, having the Elven blacksmiths reforge the ancient sword Narsil. I felt the life draining from me, and I felt the burden of the Ring bearer. As Sauron grew, I weakened, and I was scared. I wish I could see Aragorn, if I do….

I felt a salty tear roll down my cheek. My hopes were diminished. His heart had a different name inscribed upon it, and it was the name of the woman that gave him he glittering jewel. I was certain of it; and I would no longer yearn for his love. A love was lost, not by the sword or the slow decay of time, but by the heart of another. The love I thought we could have shared no longer existed, and I grieved.
But I was to be no longer useless. I befriended a halfling by the name of Merry, and I decided to bring us both into battle. My uncle and brother mustn’t find out, though, or I shall be left behind once again. I would fight along side those whom I loved, even to the pain of death…

I never thought this blessed day would come, and it came only in my dreams before this. Aragorn and I were reunited, here on the field of Minas Tirith. I felt nothing but the penetrating love radiating from my blue eyes to his, and saw nothing but the depth of his affection in the emerald ones that gazed back. Our lips finally met, and the breath was stolen from my lungs.
“Nya melmë, at telwa…

O môr henion i dhû:
Ely siriar, êl síla
Ai! Aníron Undomiel
Tiro! Êl era e môr.
Ai! Aníron…