Prequel to my version of The Lord of The Rings trilogy

Arwen's Vision

In a serene woodland glade, a long train of elves moved gracefully along a winding path, their horses gliding over the earth with an ethereal elegance. The dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting a mosaic of light and shadow on the ground. Among them, Elrond, his voice tinged with a profound sense of sorrow, commanded softly, "Take her by the safest road. A ship lies anchored in the Grey Havens. It waits to carry her across the sea. The last journey of Arwen." His gaze, filled with unspoken worry, lingered on his daughter, whose heart was torn between duty and love.

As the elves continued their solemn procession, a child suddenly darted across the path, laughter echoing through the trees. The boy, full of life and innocence, ran toward a nearby clearing where Aragorn stood, gazing thoughtfully out of a window of a small cottage nestled among the trees. Upon spotting the boy, a radiant smile broke across Aragorn's face, and he rushed forward, kneeling to scoop the child into his arms. He swung him playfully, lifting him high above his head, and their laughter mingled in the air like music. The boy's joyous giggles rang out, pure and infectious, as Aragorn spun around, their bond a bright light amidst the shadows of the impending farewell.

Arwen watched from a distance, her heart swelling at the sight of her beloved Aragorn with the child. The innocence of their joy was a stark contrast to her own turmoil. As the boy looked down at Aragorn, wonder in his eyes, Aragorn pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek, causing the child to burst into a fit of delighted laughter. But then, in a moment that felt like an eternity, the boy's gaze lifted, locking onto Arwen's. His innocent eyes sparkled, and in that instant, she saw a flicker of hope—a reflection of their shared future.

Then her gaze fell upon the Evenstar pendant resting around the boy's neck, glimmering like a shard of starlight against his skin. A wave of emotion surged through Arwen, and she closed her eyes, allowing a single tear to escape, tracing a path down her cheek. The soft whisper of the wind seemed to echo her pain, and she thought of all she would leave behind. "There is nothing here for you, only death," Elrond's voice echoed in her mind, heavy with the weight of truth.

Arwen remained still, her heart aching as the image of the forest enveloped her. She felt a deep connection to the woods, the whispering leaves, and the ancient roots that held the memories of her people. But within that beauty, despair loomed large.

"Lady Arwen, we cannot delay, my lady," came the urgent voice of Figwit, breaking through her reverie. The urgency in his tone stirred her from her thoughts, and she opened her eyes, resolute yet sorrowful. With a deep breath, she turned her horse, feeling the pulse of her heart in sync with the gentle thud of hooves against the earth.

As she galloped away, her spirit soared, and the elves resumed their journey behind her, a train of shimmering figures cloaked in melancholy. Arwen felt the forest fade behind her, but within her heart, the love for Aragorn remained—a flame that no distance could extinguish. Each stride of her horse carried her further from the life she had known, yet closer to the eternal promise of love that awaited her beyond the horizon.

The elves rode on, their elegant figures a haunting reminder of the world she was leaving behind, and yet, in the midst of her sorrow, Arwen carried with her the hope that love would transcend even the greatest of distances.