Arwen at Aragorn's Death

I look at the stars through the young, dying leaves and I weep.
There is nothing now to desire, nothing to live for, no one to call...
No dew on my flowers - it flies to the winds and I stay alone till the end of my time.
Estel! Estel! I am waiting the day when I'll meet you again on a path which has no, no returning.

                                                                     - Tinuviel

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