Literature
Arwen
What's my love's kisses and embrace,
his loving eyes and kind wisdom,
or his kingly bliss promised to me,
Against a life unending, young as the spring
until the starlight dims? Elessar, Elessar,
With heart breaking I will cross the sea,
And I will shed tears of blood for thee
On thy day of passing. I will know it
In my heart even across the Sundering Seas,
And I will weep. But I will not sleep as
Miriel sleeps, leaving others in empty
grieving. And this love will pass;
this pain that bleeds my heart dry will pass.
A new sorrow will come with the twilight of Arda.
I know a life is always incomplete
but for a hope beyond the circles o