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Subject: The Waterfall

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Date Posted: 20:57:08 11/06/02 Wed

For all her life, Arwen had depended on someone, or something. Now it was her grandfather. He was the only thing that stopped her from leaving, his powers desperately binding her to this world while he still could. Binding her with love and obligation.

Yet that can only last for so long. Now the first fingers of death, and real fear were clawing at the edges of her mind one thing was emerging as, almost, sensible.

Arwen had to go to the waterfall. About two miles north of Rivendell, the Bruinen has a falls. She'd played there as a child, the whole place was etched into her memory. She knew what she had to do.


She stood, below her a swirling mist of the water drowned all other sounds. Deadly but beautiful. How she longed for the mist to envelope her, loose her, keep her safe from the world outside. Yet she felt detached, and alone. Lost. Not just in her mind, but in her very purpose.

"I should be dead."

Her words echoed a little, but were eaten up by the roaring torrent of the water. Arwen was exhausted from the effort it had taken to get her here, and she steadied herself again her horse, Nahar, drinking in the scene.

Minutes passed, as she tried to justify waht she was about to do. Words were tossed under her breath, as the first tear fell.

"I wish I could bring it all back- change what happened. But I can't

I can't."

The rocks below raged against the water. She let herself go... Hair streaming out like ribbons behind her. She was falling.

Falling for eternity.

And from the mists rose a single white dove, which soared upward, towards the heavens.

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