2. Quite an Attitude by Crowdaughter
Quite an Attitude
"There is nothing for you here but death."
Elrond stopped, pleased with himself and with the gloomy images he had woven to get his daughter to leaving for Valinor and safety. He looked at her to gauge her reaction.
Did it work?
Elrond stared at her, perplexed. For some reason, he had the odd impression he aught to tell her that these were not the words she was supposed to answer.
"Did you not hear me? He will not come back! And even if-"
Arwen stamped her foot.
"I said No! I do not believe you. And I do not care that Aragorn will die in the end. I made my choice! I am going to live with him, and that is final."
Elrond drew his brows together. He made another attempt. "But-"
Arwen shook her head.
"No! My mind is decided. I will marry him, and there is nothing you can do to hinder me. I am nearly three thousand years of age and far beyond the time of my majority. And I am going to him, now. I shall travel with the Rangers."
And with that she turned around and left.
Elrond stood rooted to the ground and watched her go.
For a moment, he did not know what he should do or say.
Again he mused that she had inherited all the stubbornness of her mother. Not to mention the attitude of her grandmother.
She would make a remarkable queen.
Elrond sighed and shook his head. He would lose her, then. In his heart, he resigned himself to sorrow.
Suddenly, he wished Aragorn all the luck of the world.
If Aragorn really planned on living with her, Elrond was sure his foster-son would need it.
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