Left behind. How I curse thee, fate, for this cruel and heinous parting!

To find the one person I love, and to be forced to leave her behind! Oh Lady Arwen, can you ever forgive me?

I lie in bed at night, the imprint of your fair countenance running through my mind like a nymph scampering through lush forests. I wish sometimes that I had never found you; losing you has brought me more pain than any physical blow ever could wreak.

I think sometimes I court dfeath, for it would relieve me of this pain of missing you.

But when does duty override love?

You have said many times I must be true to my calling.

I do this for you, Arwen. Know that I breathe for you. I would die for you. And I will save Middle Earth with the memory of your caresses upon my brow.

But I will always be

Left behind.