Darrell wrote:
....Right up to the moment of her death she was still immortal. She died in one of the ways elves can. From grief. Technically, she was still immortal, even though she had 'forsaken the immortal life'.
From grief. And oh the intense loss of mortals in love. Sometimes I walk in the graveyard. It is a peaceful and beautiful place in the fall with all the trees. Yesterday I noticed a marble bench in front of a grave. The wife's name was there but not the husband's yet. On the bench was a picture of them together. I asked my friend about it and he said that he comes every day to talk to her and bring flowers. And she died 10 years ago!!!
Having lost my wife I understand a little of that grief! I sooooo feel for Arwen!! There is a poem by WH Auden that I can't read with dry eyes or without thinking of Arwen:
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.