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<Arwen is
lying on her bed, deep in thought.>
Elrond: <Coming into her room> Arwen.
<Arwen hears him and
sits up.>
Elrond: Tollen i lu. I chair gwannar na Valannor.
Si bado, no
círar. (Arwen, it is time. The ships
are leaving
for Valinor. Go now... before it is too
late.)
Arwen:
I have made my choice.
Elrond: He is not coming back.
Why do you
linger here when
there is no
hope?
Arwen: There is still hope.
Elrond: <Walks towards window
and looks out>
If Aragorn survives
this war, you
will still be parted.
If Sauron is
defeated, and Aragorn
made king and
all that you hope
for comes
true, you will still
have to taste
the bitterness of
mortality.
<Arwen sees a vision of her
future
as Elrond speaks. She
is dressed
as a queen in mourning
garb and looking
down upon Aragorn,
a crown on
his brow, Andúril in his
hand, and dead.
Mourners are walking
around the
altar, paying their final
respects. Arwen
is weeping.>
Elrond: Whether by the sword or
the slow
decay of time, Aragorn
will die. And
there will be no
comfort for
you. No comfort to
ease the pain
of his passing.
He will come
to death, an image
of the splendor
of the kings of
men in glory
undimmed before
the breaking
of the world.
<The body of Aragorn is now
cast as a monument
in stone.
Arwen stands
before the
monument, veiled
and in black.>
Elrond: But you, my daughter,
you will linger
on in darkness
and in
doubt. As nightfall in
winter
that comes without a star.
Here you will
dwell, bound to your
grief, under
the fading trees, until
all the world
has changed and the
long
years of your life are utterly
spent.
<Still
veiled in black, Arwen is
walking alone
through the deserted
woods of Lothlórien.>
Elrond: <Tuning to Arwen> Arwen...
there is nothing
for you here, only death.
<The vision ends and Arwen weeps
with
sadness and fear. Elrond comes
to sit beside
his daughter and raises
a hand to her
cheek.>
Elrond: A im, ú-'erin veleth lîn? (Do
I not also
have your love?)
Arwen: <Crying and moving into
her father’s
embrace> Gerich meleth
nîn, ada. (You
have my love, father)
<Elves, cloaked and carrying a
lantern each,
are setting off from
Rivendell on
their journey to the
West. Elrond
looks on as Arwen leaves
with
them. Arwen turns back to look
at her father
one last time before
she departs.
Elrond continues to stare
after her with
an expression of resigned
sadness.>
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