The letter had come three days ago to the woodland realm. Thranduil had read it too many times to count.
he had been so worried. He walked slowly to his desk and picked it up, the edges rough from many handlings. The words inside were more than he thought possible.
Ada, I know that it has been long since I last wrote, for that I am truly sorry. The war for the ring is over now, we are staying in Minas Tirith before we return home.
I would leave sooner, but I must stay for Aragorn's coronation. I am well, and I will see you again soon.
Your son,
Legolas
Legolas was well, he was returning home. No matter how many times Thranduil read the words, he would still cry every time.
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