: About Me

Arwen's Poem Walking through a forest Breathing in the air. With no set destination but elsewhere. Fragrance of oak and pine, Breathing in the divine. Arwen's fate is not clear, But her departure is near. Why, father? Why?- You belong with your people. says Elrond. Tears of anguish run down her cheek Upon hearing the answer she does not seek. Colors of brown, yellow, and green, Everywhere to be seen. Not a sign of an end As far as sight can mend. All of a sudden the Evenstar glows For a vision it must show; Aragorn, crowned, in a great hall of kings, Dancing around with a child at his gras...