Disclaimer: Once again, Tolkien owns The Lord of the Rings and The Silmarillion. I am making no profit whatsoever from this.
A/N: I realize that Legolas' mother is absent from canon. This story, however, has a deeper meaning for me. Much debate has taken place over the symbology of Tolkien's work, and I realize that he never meant it to be an allegory. However, Valinor has always represented heaven to me, the true homecoming.
The sweet sea breeze scattered the crumbs of the dwarf's last meal across the
deck. Years had weakened Gimli's bones, but never his appetite. Like wine, his already
odd personality had grown more flavorful in old age.The gruff dwarf limped to the
starboard side for a better view of the oncoming beach. Legolas would finally be home.
Gimli had never considered mentioning it to the princeling, but he had an admiration
deeply rooted in love for the elf. Legolas had not been the last elf on Middle Earth, but
they were few and far between. He had resisted the sea longing for over a hundred years
and at long last, it would be completely satisfied.
Tears were streaming from Legolas' grey eyes, and soon, from Gimli's as well.
The ship docked next to a platform with an abnormal amount of people gathered. He gave
up trying to figure out how they knew of an arrival. Elven chicanery had always escaped
him and always would. Gimli secured a few ropes as Legolas nearly ran down the
gangplank. Excitement on his face was replaced with sheer joy as his glance fell on a
person in the crowd. Gimli grinned from ear to ear as Legolas fell at his mother's feet and
she lifted him, saying,"Welcome home."
