The ring of orcs closed around the men of the West and the fellowship of the ring was struggling against the mighty superiority.
'Never thought I would die fighting side by side with an Elf.' Gimli muttered.
'How about side by side with a friend?' Legolas smirked.
'Yes, a friend." Gimli looked up to his friend and smiled.
Leandala smiled widely. Thorin would have hated that.
Blood, blood and cries everywhere. Leandala could not keep count on how many orcs she had slain. She fought side by side with Boromir, watching his back, as he did watching hers. Legolas and Gimli fought side by side, as well as Gandalf and Aragorn. As well as the men of Gondor and Rohan. The eagles had come to their aid and charged at the Nazgul.
After an eternity, horrible shrieks filled the air. Saurons eye imploded and Mount Doom broke apart. It was over. The ring was destroyed. But its bearer and his loyal companion could never have survived the destruction of the mountain. Merry and Pippin collapsed on the battlefield, crying for their cousin. But Leandala could feel that he was still out there.
'Gandalf. Get the eagles and look for Frodo.' she told the white wizard. 'I can still feel his presence.'
Sunlight woke Leandala. For a moment she did not know where she was. Then she remembered. Sauron was defeated. The ring was destroyed. Frodo was alive. All was good. She was laying in her warm and cozy bed in Minas Tirith.
She looked at the man laying beside her in bed. Boromir was already awake and looked at her lovingly. Leandala cuddled up to him with a happy sigh. She wanted to spend the day in their bed, but Boromir had more important things to look after. His father, the steward of Gondor, was recovering from his madness. The use of the Palantir had broken the strong ruler of Gondor. In his madness he had not even recognised his oldest son. But now after the power of the ring was broken he came to his senses. Guilt and shame crushed over Denethor in powerful waves and the steward refused to eat or drink in his misery. Boromir, who knew these feelings well enough was the only one who could help his father to get over his pain. One day, Faramir joined them and he and his father spoke. They spoke for a long time and afterwards the steward began eating again.
Many weeks after the destruction of the ring came the day of Aragorns coronation.
'Now come the days of the king.' Gandalf solemnly annouced and placed the crown of the kings of Gondor onto Aragorns head. The new king of Gondor was crowned under the eyes of elves and dwarves and men, a coronation as it has never before taken place in Middle Earth.
'This day does not belong to one man, but to all. Let us together rebuild this world, that we may share in the days of peace.' Aragorn announced to his people.
All were there. Faramir and Eowyn, Eomer, the fellowship and the people of Gondor and Rohan. Leandala wore her princess crown and was clad in a beautiful silken dress. Boromir had nearly fainted as he had seen her like that. The elven princess, originally known as Morna, had turned back to Amarylis, the flame flower. At Boromirs side she was able to look into the future. Their future. Happily she looked at Boromir who stood at her side, clad in the finest armor. He looked so handsome and so confident that Leandala wanted to fall in his arms and kiss him, never letting him go again. Denethor stood between his sons and smirked. Both had chosen women foreign to Gondor, but he already adored his fierce and beautiful daughters in law. Especially Leandala had his respect. He knew that a man like Boromir was not easy to handle, for Boromir was very much like himself. Proud, stubborn and a hot head at times. The she-elf seemed to love especially these traits and the looks between her and his oldest son reminded Denethor of himself and his wife, Finduilas. Denethor smiled to himself and already planned what present to get for future grandchildren.
Leandala smirked at her father in laws facial expression. The old steward was happy and more important he was sane again. He would be a good and loyal advisor to Aragorn. Suddenly, Leandala felt a light tingle in her back. Her sister was here. And her father. Leandala smiled as she saw her father cry of joy as Arwen fell into Aragorns arms. Together, the king and queen of Gondor faced the four hobbits, who bowed before them.
'My friends.' Aragorn intervened. 'You bow before no one.'
And just like that, the king and queen of Gondor, as well as the whole assembled city fell onto their knees before the halflings. Never before was such an high honor given to other inhabitants of Middle Earth. More than ever to such small inhabitants.
On a cold winters morning, Leandala stood on the terrace of Minas Tirith, gazing into the direction of the Grey Havens. The last ship to leave Middle Earth for Valinor was embarking today. Her father and her grandparents were to leave Middle Earth forever. Crying soft tears, Leandala wished them farewell, knowing that they could hear her.
'Namarie!' she whispered. Her fate was here, in Gondor. Together with her sister. Together with Boromir. The daughters of Elrond had found a new home at the side of men.