Arwen. It is time. The ships are leaving for Valinor. Go now, before it is too late.
He is not coming back. Why do you linger when there is no hope?
If Aragorn survives this war, you will still be parted.
If Sauron is defeated, and Aragorn made king and all that you hoped for comes true… you will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality.
Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die. And there will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing.
He will come to death. An image of the splendor of the kings of men in glory, undimmed before the breaking of the world.
But you, my daughter, you will linger on in darkness and in doubt. As nightfall in winter that comes without a star.
Here you will dwell, bound to your grief, under the fading trees, until all the world has changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent.