Gods, how long has it been? Three months? Four? I have decided I will write an epilogue for this story ^.^. You don't have to read this, I just wrote it for the heck of it, and I wanted to have something to post. I haven't been active for, like, two months. Anyways, enjoy!

Epilogue – Adeline

I laugh as a child with long caramel hair and blue eyes splashes me. He takes after his father, beautiful, flawless and just perfect. His hair is already at his waist, and takes deep pride in it.

We are playing in a stream, currently, and I splash my husband. Girls against boys, after all.

"Mummy! Not fair!" protests Lalaithion. "It… just not fair!"

I laugh, loudly (hardly lady-like, but why would I care? I haven't for nearly twenty years) and reply, "You were the one that made up those rules, Thio."

"But—but—" stutters Thio. His mouth drops to a pout. "I won't win."

My husband chuckles deeply. "Lalaithion—life is not about winning."

"Wars." He points out, and my husband is at loss of wars.

He looks at me, wryly. "I blame you for him. He takes on your personality."

"And you love it," I tell him, cheekily. He pulls me in for a side hug.

"Unfortunately," he sighs, "I do."

"Mummy, daddy, stop being so lovey-dovey," huffs Ophelia. Yes, I have named her after my dearest friend. Oddly, her attitude is like hers—strong willed and wise, yet her sarcasm and cheeky ways are both my husband's and mine combined. "You can hug later. Let's go back to creaming Thio and daddy."

I laugh, as I pull her in for a hug. I kick water at my husband, and his eyes narrow and kicks more water at me, as I shield my daughter. Her blonde hair and green eyes glimmer in the sunlight.

I have told them about the big 'fight' I was once involved in. I tell them about Earth, and they find it fascinating. They cannot imagine such an advanced world.

Here, they ride ponies, for now, but I can sense Thio will be taller than me one day, and—who knows? —something else might happen to Middle-Earth. It is a story, after all.

I think of home, often. There are several differences between 'house' and 'home'.

House is a place where shelter is given. It is where you will feel warm. It is where you will feel alone, no matter how many people there are. It is a place many people mistakenly wander into after they grow up.

Home is where you can feel shelter, even if there is none. It is where you will feel warm and fuzzy. It is where you will always feel loved, even in desperate times. It is a place where many people search for, yet they never seem to realize it is right in front of their noses. Like myself.

Deep blue eyes walking straight into my life

And every night we talked till it became so clear

And I could feel those dreams inside shifting gears

'Cause love brought me here

Deep blue eyes, indeed.

I remember the days we talked. My husband and I. My father-in-law wasn't so pleased when he found out his son loved a mortal.

"But we'll make it work," he said to me. "I promise."

We almost ended up running away, Legolas abandoning his duties—for me.

And my dreams were changed—forever, yet I have never regretted it in my life.

When I look at my children—and Legolas—there are still times when I wish to turn back the clock, wished I had made better decisions. But do I ever regret having my children—marrying Legolas? Never.

"Mummy?" Ophelia looked at me, her eyes widening innocently. "I'm hungw-ry. Hungry."

I smile softly. "'Corse, Lia."

And one more thing. Love didn't bring me here.

It made me stay.

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Author's Note

Hope you enjoyed. I love you all.

BlueDaylighter