#tarwenedit

It is mine to give to whom I will, like my h e a r t.

Some things are certain. If I leave her now, I will regret it forever. 

Tauriel’s smile was like a promise of spring, and to Arwen Undómiel it seemed like the forgotten flowers of Lórien were blossoming wherever the wood-elf went, and thus hope found her again in the darkest of hours and the Evenstar regained her light at last, against all expectations. And it is said that the two elf-women still wander the lost kingdoms to this day, tending to their gardens in the forgotten parts of the world and filling them with laughter and light and tales of old.