I dream of her often, how I imagined our reunion would be, her loving embrace, the sound of her laughter.
Now it can never be. I shall not see my mother until the ending of the world. I have made my choice.
My son starts to cry. I take him from his cradle and put him to my breast. He suckles contentedly. The love I feel for him is overwhelming. I know now what my mother must have felt.
Aragorn awakes beside me. He smiles at me, his eyes filled with adoration.
I have chosen rightly. My mother will understand.
I was inspired to write a second drabble for the "There and Back Community" as Arwen is another favourite character of mine.I know it is not very polished but it was fun to write.