Lord of the Rings (this is my favourite prompt ever in the world. i wonder what that says about me :D)
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After their daughters had offered their farewells, Arwen bade them leave, for though she loved them, she would not have them near. They were young yet, and had not known true sorrow; she would spare them while she could.
Chance mocking her, the sun set as Aragorn passed into the undying lands, smiling at her, speaking her name. The Queen of Gondor had seen pain, but she felt it stab her then as though it were a spiky plant just blossoming in the garden of her world; she could not help but whisper, "Do not leave me," all in vain.