Character: Arwen Undómiel
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed. A character I've never written.
At Second Sight
“We have a guest,” Galadriel said, “a Dúnedan, seeking rest for body and spirit. You may know him, for he was fostered in your father’s house.”
Undómiel sighed. “Which one, I wonder? So many, over the years, wide-eyed waifs growing into gangly youths and solemn-eyed men. I would not begrudge their care, for we are kin, but ofttimes it seems they are as autumn leaves, numerous and fleeting.”
Yet as she wandered under the mallorn, she glimpsed the stranger, standing still and silent. At the rustle of her footfall he turned; when she gasped in surprise, he smiled.
”And thus it was that Arwen first beheld him again after their long parting; and as he came walking towards her under the trees at Caras Galadon laden with flowers of of gold, her choice was made and her doom appointed.”