As a side note, I thought that was awful what she went through. True, she was "mortal". But as punishment for giving up her immortality, she had to lose everything she became mortal for.

She had to wander middle earth for so long, she had to watch the love of her life die, her children, her grandchildren. She basically wandered around like a ghost, wanting to be at rest and free of the intense pain of loss she felt at all times.

She finally died at the place Aragon proposed to her. Which really hit me hard, because I felt really lost and my husband and I were going through a really hard time. I left the house, on a walk, and I didn't really have a destination planned. I sort of wandered around for a while.

Then, I decided to go to the place my husband proposed to me. It was sunny the day he proposed to me. But the day I went back there, it was raining a little. I layed on the wet grass, and let the rain fall on me, as I cried for a long time.

I couldn't go back to that location for a while, because my heart just ached. But hearing what Arwen went through... I felt similarly, but of course to a lesser extent than what Arwen went through.

But I understood that feeling where you feel as though you've lost everything you could possibly lose, and walking, almost searching, to find some place or thing to ground you. Searching for something to hold on to, to comfort me even a little bit.

I ended up at the place he proposed to me, I think because when he proposed to me, we were so happy. It was sunny, we were sitting on the grass and eating, and feeling the warm breeze gently pass by as we talked excitedly about having a future together.

I think I walked there on that rainy day because it was a memory that was so wonderful, that nothing could ever really take that from me, too. It was one of the memories I kept and protected in my heart.

It struck my in Lord of the Rings, because Arwen did what I did. She did not go to her husbands grave, nor her children's graves. She did not go to the place she was married. She did not go to any of those places. She went to that secluded place in the forest, where the love of her life made a declaration to her, of building a life together. No one else was around. This was a private memory, one shared by no one else but her and Aragon. And although she had lost everything she ever loved, she went to the place, to the memory of that time of pure happiness. And no matter what, nothing could ever take that memory from her. And with that, she layed down, and finally was put to rest.