Twelve years later
I ride through the palaces vast gardens on Tenebrae, with Azog and Lunam beside me. I hear the tell-tale giggling of our two twin children, a boy with platinum blonde and Azog's blue eyes and a girl who is like a miniature version of me, who are riding Arcus and Tonitru for the first time, but are naturals at the task. They turned old enough to ride them but had nagged me and my husband to for months beforehand. I finally gave in and let them a week after their birthday, and although my nephew had learnt to ride on Sinapi a month ago, they had long surpassed him in skill. "Come along Ayisha and Luca," I call behind me.
"Yes Amil," they reply in unison.
"They are just as much trouble as me, but as smart as their grand-ada," Azog sighs, shaking his head. I laugh, "I know."
My Ada had relinquished the crown and the realm to my brother almost a decade ago, and Greenwood was thriving. I knew that my Ada would be waiting for us, wondering when we would be back, most likely pacing in his study, as per usual, I think. Azog turns around and I follow, deciding to call it a day, and after two different sighs and moans, our children follow.
I see the palace in all its glory and think back to when I first came to Middle-Earth, as a prisoner to the most fearsome orc in the land, whose arm I gave him. Many songs had been written by chorales of the realms of elves, men, and even dwarves, although most would deny it. I smile and remember how far I had come since that sleepless night, letting out a small chuckle as I dismount Tenebrae and take my children's hands, leading them back to the dining hall for the awaiting banquet.