Third person POV

Her body was pale and lifeless as the group of tired soldiers and the king finally approached the gates of Minis Tirith. Aragorn feared they had taken too long and that she had already passed and he was in a state of grieving his head hung low and a steady stream of tears making tracks down his face as he carried the body of his sister, the worlds saviour, through the levels of the city to the healing houses. A sudden flurry of activity once they reach the healers and then she is laid down on a bed as an elf darts through the crowd around her. Legolas' legs give way beneath him as he sees her and his scream of anguish is enough to break the toughest man. A cry that was soon joined by the screams of Boromir as he falls beside Legolas Faramir's arms around him as they grieve.

"Come Aragorn, Legolas, Boromir I need your help if I am to save her," Gandalf says,

"Save her? It is too late I have failed and she is gone," Aragorn sobs sinking to his knees before her.

"No it is not too late, she is still alive but barely, she does not have long. There is a darkness in her, in destroying the evil she has taken some of it in but her body can't cope with it so it is killing her and unless we rid her of it she will die," Gandalf explains,

"Then what do we do?" Legolas whispers tears still flowing down his cheeks as he holds her hand in his.

"What did she tell you before she came to be in this state?" Gandalf asks turning to Aragorn,

"She said that she couldn't feel her legs, from the moment we found her she said she could no longer feel her legs and she was bleeding from wounds on her back and legs. When she slept she muttered about Sam, said it was him," he finishes.

"How do we save her?" Legolas asks again looking desperate,

"There is something that can be done, a deep and old magic but it would possibly put her reputation into disrepute if it was discovered," Gandalf sighs and they look at him in shock and confusion.

"What do you mean?" Aragorn asks,

"What does her reputation matter if we can save her?" Boromir nearly bellows at the old wizard.

"There is a spell that can be cast by those with a close bond, that would be you and I, Aragorn, although you are not a blood relative I believe your bond with her as her father will also help Boromir it is a spell that would revive her but the revival would only be temporary a few hours at most, in that time if she fully bonds with a soul mate the magic that elves share at the moment of… completion… it would free her, it would cure her,"

"But we are not married," Legolas stutters,

"No, and she could become round with child so you would have to marry her quickly afterwards,"

"Aragorn, Boromir will you give your blessing, I must save her," Legolas asks,

"There is no other way she will be terrified after all that has happened to her in the past?" Aragorn asks and Gandalf shakes his head so he turns to look at Legolas and nods tersely at him.

"Her reputation is less important than her life, we can protect her against her reputation being sullied I just want her alive we do what we must," Boromir says his voice still choked with sobs.

"We move her to a private room, make sure it is guarded at all times and that no-one is around, no-one can know," Faramir says quietly and Aragorn looks at him gratefully,

"We will do it…"

"We must do it now or she will fade completely," Gandalf interrupts and Legolas lets out a strangled gasp at this pulling her closer to him looking desperately at Aragorn who stricken himself barks some quick orders and then walks towards her.

"I must carry her Legolas, she is my sister and I am king," he adds glancing at Boromir who seems so consumed with grief that he barely notices anything, "I must be seen to do this, I must do this please," he says and Legolas eventually relinquishes his hold on her and follows quietly behind the small procession.

An hour later and she is resting quietly in a white gown on a large four poster bed in Aragorn's private quarters, the rooms and those surrounding them had been emptied of all staff and Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Gimli and Gandalf are the only ones remaining standing around her fear and anticipation on all of their faces. Faramir is looking after duties for the moment and has been instructed to do so, keeping the secret safe and Arriana protected until the following day, then they would know whether it had been successful or not. Whether to celebrate or to mourn and that chance weighed heavily on all of their minds as they prepared.

Of course news of what she had done had already spread like wildfire across Middle Earth and Thandril had sent news that he was coming the Gondor, which Gandalf had said is a good thing as if this worked they would need to marry quickly in case she became pregnant. It seems crazy that in a world with no Wifi or mobiles still managed to discover information so quickly.

Taking a deep breath the men, wizard, dwarf and elf begin to chant and as they do so a light shrouds her and then as Gandalf sticks his staff to her chest she gasps and awakens.

"Legolas," she cries as she attempts to sit up,

"I am here my love I am right here," he replies his fingers trembling as they stroke back the hair from her face.

"What happened?" she asks after a minute and Gandalf sets about explaining both Boromir's and Aragorn's hearts breaking as they watch her pale at the realisation of what needs to be done if she is to survive.

"It must be done in that way?" she asks and Legolas looks so heartbroken that he almost backs away before she notices and pulls him closer to her again. "That's not what I meant," she says forcing him to make eye contact with her, "I mean it goes against what is proper here, are you… do you?"

"Arriana… Slima, you are my everything and I will marry you within the week if it could be done before it would be done but we must try to cure you before it is too late," Legolas breathes his voice hoarse and quiet.

"You're energy will begin to fade again it must be done before the night is out if we are to save you," Gandalf says quietly before Aragorn launches himself at her holding her close to him, crushing her against him.

"I love you little one, never forget that and after this night I will keep you by my side always to keep you safe," he whispers before she gets a similar reaction from a distraught and barely coherent Boromir before they are hustled out by the others leaving Legolas and Arriana alone.

"Angel, Slima…" Legolas trails off as he falters not knowing what to do or say.

"It will be okay won't it?" she asks him and he nods smiling weakly at her before dipping his head and kissing her deeply.

Arriana's POV

Breaking away from him I gasp, panting for breath, my head spinning from the intensity of the kiss,

"Legolas…" I pant barely able to comprehend what I was feeling and from the looks of it he was feeling the same. Before I can say anything else he begins trailing kisses down my neck as he pulls down the strap of my dress and continues kissing across my collar bone. my breaths are coming in pants now as he continues his assault on me. Soon our clothes are gone and I can feel his hardness pressed hot and pulsing against my stomach and I am equal parts terrified and excited.

"I wish I could be slower with this my angel but I'm not sure it is possible," he groans as I thrust my pelvis into his in a desperate need to relieve some of the pressure building in me.

"Please Legolas I need…" I plead not even sure what I am asking for and then he is inside me and I cry out in slight pain as he stills.

"I am sorry my love it will only hurt for a second just relax," he urges as he drops feather light kisses over my face and whispers endearments to me, eventually I get used to his size and, feeling me relax, he begins to move and the pleasure begins, I am almost overwhelmed by it as something begins to build inside me again. A pressure that starts in my toes and works its way up through my body, I am aware of the fact that I am moaning incoherent words and sounds as I writhe beneath him.

"Arriana, Slima I will not last much longer," he groans as his pace becomes erratic, and then he reaches down and presses down on that little bundle of nerves and after one, two, three flicks, stars explode behind my eyelids and I scream out as my body bucks wildly and a second later I am aware of him letting out a guttural growl as his thrusting stutters above me. Suddenly a white light encompasses both of us as we are lifted bodily from the bed and spun slowly. He is clinging to me still and whispering to me as he feels me shake and then we are back on the bed and the shaking is worse and I can feel something being pulled from me. My body arching off the bed as a black substance is drawn from me and enveloped by the white light which then slowly fades as the room is set back into dim candle light.

"Legolas," I say again, although even i can tell my voice is weaker, my energy is gone and exhaustion and coldness are creeping up on me.

"You are so beautiful my love, I am right here, I always will be, sleep now," he whispers as I feel him beside me.

"Is it over? Is it gone?" I ask and I can tell he is crying even though I can no longer keep my eyes open.

"Yes my love I think so,"

"I'm cold Legolas," I mutter unable to keep my eyes open,

"I will keep you warm my angel, always," he whispers pulling me close to him and I feel a blanket pulled over us too, his arms holding me close as I fall into blissful oblivion knowing that it was finally over and I could begin my life anew.

And so that is it, the end of the story! I am thinking about writing a sequel so let me know if you would like to read what comes next for Arriana and the Fellowship and I'll get to writing a sequel.

Oh and I just wanted to say thanks again for reading and making it a much less scary experience than I imagined posting anything for people to read.