SUMMARY: A short drabble, what happened during the bittersweet goodbye between Elrond and Arwen?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own LOTR or any other characters, I don't even really own the scene, I just own what I wrote about it.
He stood with her on the crest of the hill, holding her tightly, never wanting to let her go, knowing that he had lost her long ago. He saw her tilted face looking up at him, looking like the child she had once been so long ago.
"Farewell, Adar, and I thank you for letting me go," she whispered, tears running down her face as she buried her face into his shoulder.
"I love you too much to not let you go iel nin," he replied just as softly. He would have kept her if he could, but he could no bear the thought of her living a life devoid of joy.
It was a bitter parting for both of them, but nothing could be done, the choice was made and the elven grace given to her, gone. She was mortal. Once he passed into the west, he would never see her again. His beloved daughter had always been his. He loved his sons just as much, but his daughter always held a special place in his heart. His sons were warriors, they fought the darkness of the shadow that had threatened to engulf them all. His Arwen was no warrior of the physical being, she did not slay creatures nor did she rush into battle. She was a warrior of the heart. Using her weapons of wisdom and love, she wove her way into the hearts of men and elves.
Love was the reason why she chose the fate of the second born, death. Love was the reason why he finally let her go, though he fought to keep her. In the end, it was love that would separate them until the end of the world.
As they held on to each other, he wondered why he always had to be the one to let go.