NaPoWriMo 2019bDay 15

Gee, we're halfway through already.

NaPoWriMo Day 15. Prompt from napowrimo.net: Write a dramatic monologue.

I realize I am veering into fanfiction territory with this poem but I have always been moved by the fate of Arwen in Tolkien's 'Lord of the Rings':

"But Arwen went forth from the House, and the light of her eyes was quenched, and it seemed to her people that she had become cold and grey as nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Then she said farewell to Eldarion, and to her daughters, and to all whom she had loved; and she went out from the city of Minas Tirith and passed away to the land of Lórien, and dwelt there alone under the fading trees until winter came. Galadriel had passed away and Celeborn was also gone, and the land was silent.

There at last when the mallorn-leaves were falling, but spring had not yet come, she laid herself to rest upon Cerin Amroth; and there is her green grave, until the world is changed, and all the days of her life are utterly forgotten by men that come after, and elanor and niphredil bloom no more east of the Sea."

― The Lord of the Rings, Appendix A, "The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen"

For those who haven't read/watched LotR, Arwen was an immortal Elf who chose to be separated from her family in order to marry the mortal Aragorn. In this poem, she is addressing her ancestor, Earendil, the Morning Star whose past bravery granted the boon of this choice to his descendants. 

I don't own the characters, obviously or I would be rich.