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She sat under the arches of the gazebo and contemplated the years. She had known and met many men and elves. Known many lives come and fade. She never imagined her fate - her choice would be as it was. She had come to love a mortal man, and but a year before she pledged her troth to him in Lothlorien.
It frightened her, the fate she knew she must face, but she was sure. There was no ship for her to bore to The Undying Lands. If she went she would despair in grief. So she waited for him. As she ever would. She spoke aloud words she would find herself repeating...
"Mine is the choice of Luthien, as she, so have I chosen, both the sweet and the bitter."
She closed her eyes and fists. Her mind and heart were one. It was done.
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