Many Journeys by Elleth

Sunlight Free the Heart

For the prompts:

Format: Fix-It
Lyrics and Poetry: “Love until we burn up” 
Four Words: Bloom, devour, blinding, alliance and humble, linear, comet, marble

Arwen at the end of her days. Arien will have none of it. (Character death of sorts; the title is from the LotR Musical’s Song of Hope.)

Aragorn sleeps in a marble vault when Arwen turns her back on Minas Tirith, striking north. The sun of spring is a comfort when weariness drags her heels into the earth to devour and humble her. Rather, she thinks, laughing lonely in the wilderness, that the Evenstar should be a comet hurling herself into the sun on a linear course to bloom a last time before the alliance with her people fails entirely.

Let none say that the Queens of the Eldar do not know how to die proudly.

And the sun, Arwen learns, has heard her. Arien waits in withered Lothlórien, to greet the latest of her children: the sunlight has ever been the province of mortals. And Arwen seizes the chance, presses lips to flesh that is hot to the touch, looks into eyes that should sear her sight away – and do not. “You and I are akin - stars both,” Arien says, “and the light of your house is bright yet. It would be wasted here. Come. You, also, belong in the sky.”

Arwen surrenders herself and burns, blinding, in Arien’s arms on a bed of elanor. It is over too swiftly - but they rise together as flames.