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And long there he lay. An image of the splendour of the Kings of Men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the World.
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 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 Lorien, and dwelt there alone under the fading trees until winter came. Galadriel had passed away and Celeborn also was 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 Sea.
-Appendix A of The Return of The King by J.R.R. Tolkien.
Arwen loved Aragorn so much that his suicide caused her to end her own life and remove herself from her people and her children. Were that we be so fortunate to find one who loved us the same.
Nie każde złoto jasno błyszczy, Nie każdy błądzi, kto wędruje. Nie każdą siłę starość zniszczy, Korzeni w głębi lód nie skuje. Z popiołów strzelą znów ogniska I mrok rozświetlą błyskawice. Złamany miecz swą moc odzyska, Król – tułacz wróci na stolicę.