Arwen contemplates threads of fate while weaving threads into a banner.
To walk through peril and danger, with death as foe, an end of hope for Middle-earth? Or to welcome death with open arms, as hope for a new beginning?
I watch you from afar as your life thread unfolds, even as I weave these threads to a sign of hope. Linking the threads. Joining the roads. Uniting the sundered kindred.
A/N:
- Thanks to Dwimordene for suggesting a better version of my title.
04.03.04 B-drabble for Sphinx, who wanted to see a drabble with Aragorn and Arwen – well, Aragorn is there in spirit, at least.
- Thanks to Dwimordene for suggesting a better version of my title.
04.03.04 B-drabble for Sphinx, who wanted to see a drabble with Aragorn and Arwen – well, Aragorn is there in spirit, at least.