I Believe


I Believe

He did not know exactly what it was that the Spirit Talker had told him that put him so at ease. Perhaps it was her affirmation of Legolas' dying words- that he would never be far from those he loved. He was no closer to understanding death and loss than he was when he was a child and lost his parents, yet there was now a peace within him where the restless hole that Legolas had once filled was. He knew his friend was never out of reach. I will never leave you, Estel. As we have walked the paths of life together so shall we still. I will always be with you.

Arwen's laughter drew him out of his thoughts and he was pleased to find a smile on his face. He followed her gaze. Gimli was holding their infant son and the child was tugging on his rusty beard without any comprehension of what he was doing. "Now, now that's enough there, lad." The Dwarf looked up. "He's about as stubborn as you, Aragorn."

At this the king laughed aloud. Out of the corner of his eye he caught movement. Arwen had kneeled before the grave which now melded into the earth seamlessly. She placed a few winter blossoms that she had picked upon the few young sprouts of grass that grew protectively over the grave. She kissed the tips of her fingers then touched them to the small bouquet.

"I just wish he could have seen our son."

Aragorn wrapped his arm around hers as she backed away to him. "He has, my love. As you said yourself, he is with us always."

She gave him a smile and rested her head against his shoulder, rubbing his arm lightly. The infant made a slight gurgling sound. Gimli grunted happily. "Did you hear that? Singing like an Elf already!" They all laughed. The trees around them rustled in the breeze.

Mellon-nïn, death is no end. Nay, it was not. And for this fist time in his long years, Aragorn was beginning to find a sense of healing. If anything, he felt now that what he had gone through with the loss of his beloved brother was a beginning. He understood the Wind Woman's words so clearly. He was now, after all of his long years of striding, home.

There were no real partings in life, not as long as he loved. We are each part of something greater than ourselves. Love your world. Cherish those dear to you. That is all the part you have to play in this dance. Love, Elessar. As long as he loved, those he cared for would always be with him.

And on some nights, when the moonlight painted the world in sliver-gray, the great king of Men would smile looking over the forms of his wife and child. The drapes of the widow would rustle and he would be at peace with the world. Some warriors never cease to guard those they love.

"I Believe" by Diamond Rio

Every now and then soft as breath upon my skin
I feel you come back again
And it's like you haven't been gone a moment from my side
Like the tears were never cried
Like the hands of time are holding you and me
And with all my heart I'm sure we're closer than we ever were
I don't have to hear or see, I've got all the proof I need
There are more than angels watching over me
I believe, oh I believe

Now when you die your life goes on
It doesn't end here when you're gone
Every soul is filled with light
It never ends and if I'm right
Our love can even reach across eternity
I believe, oh I believe

Forever, you're a part of me
Forever, in the heart of me
I would hold you even longer if I can
Oh, the people who don't see the most
Say that I believe in ghosts
If that makes me crazy, then I am
'Cause I believe

Oh I believe . . . yes I do
There are more than angels watching over me
I believe, oh I believe

Every now and then soft as breath upon my skin
I feel you come back again
. . . and I believe

And alas, my dear friends, our journey has come to and end. May we all return home. :o)

I would also like to take this moment offer you all my deepest thanks. Your kind words and encouragement have given me the confidence to embark upon my own journey: I have begun to write what I hope will one day be a publishable book. And I have every one of you to thank for that strength. And so, with all my heart, hannon le.

Review Responses: We come to it at last- the end of the tale. Which I believe is why it took me so long to post this chapter. I didn't want it to end. But I should take heart in Aragorn's thoughts. "There were no real partings in life, not as long as he loved."

Viviana:LOL- No my dear, that last chapter wasn't the final of the tale, which I'm sure (if you're reading this) you've realized by now. :o) But this, as you can see, was the last chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. :o) Take care, one-with-a-lovely-name. ;o)

Dreamality: I'm so very glad that I managed to not disappoint you with that last short chapter, and I hope I also haven't with this one. And I'm also so glad that you picked upon how when Arwen faces that Legolas is gone she is also having to say goodbye to her race. You were dead center there, mate. :o) Oh wow- my words "are chosen perfectly and strung together like twinkling lights on a beautiful Christmas tree." What a lovely metaphor, especially for the season! Thank you ever so much for all of your kind words and wonderful feedback, mellon. When next I post, I think I will let out a fan-girl-like squeal if I see you have reviewed. ;o) Be well, my friendly face. Namarië.

Silver Thorne: Oh my sister, where do I begin? You have ever given me the strength and encouragement that sometimes I don't even notice I need. Your spirit has ever silently stood by my side, guarding against the shadows that may lurk. What can one say to such a kindred soul, to such a constantly bright star? I only hope that thank you will suffice for the moment, for I know more than I know the lands of my home that our journey does not end here. Stars guide you, gwathel.

Lindahoyland: Oh I'm so glad you liked Arwen's complicated feelings. She loves them both terribly, doesn't she? Thank you so much for both picking up on that and mentioning it. :o) Many thanks my charming friend. :o) Hannon le. May warm winds ever be at your back. Namarië.

Partheon/Kristen: "I will not say that I do not weep, but not all tears are on the outside." My dear, dear guiding light. My throat is tight, for I must bid you farewell till I write again, assuming that whatever I next produce is worth your attentions. My kindred sister, know that you have ever brought me confidence, trust, and most importantly, knowledge. I know I am but a floundering gosling when it comes to writing, but you have extended your hand and hleped to lead me to a high place that I might learn to fly. That is a gift beyond thanks, mellon. You are my estel. I wish you every joy in life and my your path ever bring you homeward. I am truly blessed to count you as a friend and thank my Irish luck that led us together. Kristen- thank you. May our paths cross again soon. Until then, breathe deep the sweet scent of young grass and never hesitate to taste the rain. Blessings upon the, mellon-nïn. Namarië.

I also have a trailer for this story and a sort of montage for the previous chapter. Since I don't have a website please feel free to contact me via MSN Messenger or AOL (Arrow Mare).