“Ada is gone,” She said softly, sitting on her favorite bench. It
seemed like such a long time since she’d last been here.
“Yes,” Elladan answered as he handed her a glass of wine. So grown up
yet she was still his baby sister.
“When will you go?” she questioned softly.
“We have not made our decision yet,” Elorhir said, gathering his sister
in arms, “Certainly not for many centuries.”
“Not until after,” Elladan stopped his words, considerate of Arwen’s
feelings.
“Not until Elessar dies,” she finished. “I do not fear death.”
“Then what DO you fear Arwen?” they questioned in unison, a habit from
their childhood.”
“I fear being left
lonely
and alone,” came her soft answer.
