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Lord Elrond glanced at her, his eyes full of sorrow.
"You should have just gone." He whispered, clasping his daughter's hands gently but firmly.
"This was my choice, Father." Arwen whispered as her father held her hands to his chest to warm them. They were getting cold.
"I…." Elrond choked. This was his only daughter, and she was choosing to die. To Elrond, that hurt more than dying himself.
"I will be alright, father." Arwen replied gently, even though everything inside of her was screaming with dread and fear. "Aragorn will care for me."
"We do not even know if he is still alive. There is no hope."
"There is always hope. We just have to search for it."
