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Epilogue…

Legolas entered the Great Entrance of his father's mountainous kingdom, barely pausing to take in the breathtaking sights of home. He had more important things to deal with right now than to stop and divulge in sentimental memories the Halls held for him.

It had been two years since the destruction of the One Ring, and he had briefly visited home afterwards. Since then, he had been travelling with Gimli. Truth be told, though, it was a way for him to escape the dark memories that haunted him; memories that not only haunted him but the rest of the Fellowship as well after what they had endured to ensure the destruction of such vile evil. He would do it all over again, undoubtedly, but the cost on his fëa had been great and he had needed this time away to heal.

But now there was something beautiful and magical occurring; news that had hastened his return to his realm.

Barely acknowledging the guards stationed at the doors, he bounded swiftly up the numerous stairs, taking the quickest route that would lead him to his desired destination.

Finally coming to the large, heavyset doors, Legolas paused, staring at the gleaming wood for a moment. Then he raised his hand and gave a firm knock.

A beatific smile stretched on his lips when he heard her voice calling from the other side, telling him to enter.

Legolas drew in a deep breath and then turned the door handle, stepping smoothly into his Ada's and Charlotte's bedroom.

He spotted her head of dark waves peeking from the top of the armchair in which she was seated. He noted that the fireplace was currently unlit, not that it was necessary. Being the height of summer, it was much too warm for a crackling fire.

"I hear congratulations are in order," he stated, a teasing note to his voice as he stepped further into the room.

Her reaction was everything he had expected. Charlotte startled and glanced over her shoulder, craning her neck to view him better. Her radiant smile was instant when she saw that it really was him standing in her room.

"Legolas!" she exclaimed, heaving herself out of the armchair with effort. As she turned to face him, he could see why. Her voluminous white dress that flowed like a misty gauze down her body did nothing to hide her exceptionally swollen and obviously pregnant belly.

His eyes widened at the sight. Even though his father had sent word that Charlotte was expecting, and Legolas had been prepared to meet a pregnant Charlotte on his return home, he had not expected…this. Her belly was huge. Larger than any other pregnant elf maiden he had encountered before. He could not seem to wrap his mind around the sheer size of it, and he marveled that she was even able to walk at all.

Charlotte, ignoring his stunned expression, closed the distance and wrapped her arms around his middle. Or tried to. The pregnant belly made it virtually impossible to even share a hug, but they tried. Finally, Legolas pulled back, his hands clutching at her upper arms as he gazed at her, his eyes unwittingly drawn to her stomach.

"You look…you look…" Words seemed to elude him.

"If you say radiant, I swear I'll poke you in the eye," she warned, wagging her finger in his face. "That's the adjective everyone is using to describe me nowadays," she muttered darkly as she shuffled back to her armchair, settling heavily into the soft cushioning with a grateful sigh escaping her lips.

"Well, you do look…radiant," he said, somewhat cautiously, as he seated himself in the armchair opposite her.

She levelled him with a glare. "I look like a beached whale, Legolas," she stated flatly.

"True, but you're a radiant beached whale," he shot back, his trademark teasing smirk firmly in place.

Charlotte reached for the book on the table between them and flung it at him, but the damn elf was far too quick and ducked, effectively avoiding it. He gave her a smug and superior closed-lipped smile as he straightened up, settling comfortable back into his chair and folding his long-fingered hands in his lap as he studied her.

She looked tired. Drained even. From what he had observed in the past with other pregnant ellith, he had always assumed that women were supposed to be the embodiment of glowing health and radiant joy during pregnancy. This, clearly, was not the case with Charlotte. He could plainly see that it was taking its toll on her.

"How are you faring?" he asked in all seriousness now.

She blew a stray strand of hair out of her face as she laced her fingers over her stomach. "Your father is getting on my nerves."

"I take it he is being quite protective," Legolas commented.

"Infuriatingly so. There is a long list of things that I am no longer allowed to do. One of them was Harrow. It's been a year since I last rode him," she lamented.

Harrow was now his father's and Charlotte's royal elk. Tallagor had passed away from old age many years ago, and Charlotte still grieved for him. She had been exceptionally close to the quirky moose, and Thranduil and Charlotte had foregone having a royal stead for many years after Tallagor's death. That was, until a few years ago when they had found a baby elk whose mother had been brutally slaughtered by the orcs. Charlotte had practically mothered the small animal, making it abundantly clear that the animal was now hers and was here to stay for good.

Legolas gave her a sympathetic look.

"He even ordered me to stop working."

Legolas inwardly shuddered at the thought of how that argument went down. Charlotte enjoyed her duties as royal bookkeeper, and she would not have given up that position without a fight. Though, her sitting here right now was proof that she had lost that battle.

"I take it my Ada won the argument."

"I was too tired to really put up much of a fight," she muttered. She closed her eyes for a few moments. Her features were pinched and tired looking. She blinked open her eyes and focused her gaze on Legolas once more. "The pregnancy was easy in the beginning, but these last two months have been difficult."

"Are you sure there's only one baby in there?" Legolas asked, eyeing her bulging stomach with skepticism.

Charlotte gave him a long-suffering sigh. "You wouldn't be the first to ask. But no, Mithrenniel has assured me that there is only one baby in there." She laid her hands protectively upon her swollen belly and the most beautiful smile spread on her lips as she gazed down at it. As the rays of sunlight filtered into the room, landing on Charlotte in a golden halo, Legolas' breath was taken away at how radiant she really did look in this moment. Not that he would tell her that, of course – he did not fancy being poked in the eye. And judging by her moodiness, he knew she would do it. Or at least try. Pregnant women were not to be messed with. Or, at least, a pregnant Charlotte was not to be messed with. But nonetheless, she was radiant with pure happiness.

Moments ticked by as each became lost in their thoughts.

"Do you want to hear the latest gossip?"

Legolas glanced up at her, arching a brow.

She grinned at him, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Hérion has a love interest…"

This instantly had Legolas' undivided attention, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he clasped his hands in front of him. "Really?"

Charlotte gave an eager nod, practically struggling to contain her excitement at delivering this bit of news to him.

"Who?"

Charlotte looked very smug as she delivered her answer. "Alastegiel."

Legolas frowned as he tried to recall who Alastegiel was. Then it came to him. "The elf maiden that works in the kitchen?"

Again, Charlotte nodded, her grin growing ever wider.

Legolas sat back, stunned. "How? She is such a sweet elleth. Hérion is…well, he's Hérion."

Charlotte chuckled. "I may have played matchmaker."

Legolas groaned, not really agreeing with her choice of matches.

"She's good for him, Legolas. Her sweet nature has brought out the best in Hérion. You should see them together. It's quite nauseating," she mused.

Legolas shook his head, not really wanting to visualize it. "Remind me to never let you play matchmaker with me."

"Hmm," she hummed, tapping thoughtfully at her chin with her index finger, the gesture having Legolas instantly tensing up. "Speaking of which…where's Gimli?"

Legolas shot her a dark glare, which only served to make her burst out in peals of laughter.

"Not funny, Charlotte."

"It is. Just a tiny bit," she chuckled, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes.

When she had calmed down, Legolas decided to answer her question more seriously. "Gimli is well. I left him in one of the mines to return home in time for the birth of my little brother or sister."

Charlotte's features sobered. As she regarded Legolas, she could discern the toll that the War of the Ring had taken on the Prince of Greenwood. It had greatly diminished the joy that once had inhibited him; she had seen it plainly when he had returned home briefly two years ago. He looked much better now, and she had to surmise that his friendship with Gimli was the reason behind this. The elf and dwarf had both helped each other through the dark aftermath of war, proving to be an anchor for each other.

"And how have you been, Legolas? Be honest with me."

Legolas regarded her and then sighed, deciding to be truthful. Charlotte would not let up otherwise if he tried to evade her question. "It has not been easy. The things I have witnessed…" he trailed off as a dark shadow fell over his features. He blinked from the memories and continued. "…have left their mark; a scar upon my fëa. But time has made it easier to deal with such memories. And, surprising as it may seem, being with Gimli and travelling with him has helped a lot."

"Yes, he is a good friend to you."

Legolas frowned, a memory from long ago resurfacing. "You were referring to Gimli when you spoke of friends being found in the most unusual places."

Charlotte gave a nod and then reached over. Legolas did not hesitate and took her hand in his own.

"Yes, and I'm glad he was there for you. I was so worried when you left, especially since I knew what you were going to face."

"I could see it in your face that day you came to bid me farewell before I departed for Rivendell. You looked close to tears and at the time I could not fathom why. Looking back, I now know the reason behind those tears."

Charlotte squeezed his hand, fresh tears shimmering in her hazel eyes. "I so badly wanted to tell you everything and to beg you to stay. I wanted to save you from all that."

Legolas reached over with his other hand, enveloping her small hand between his larger ones. "It needed to be done, Charlotte. Someone needed to stand up and fight to ensure that darkness and evil were eradicated from Middle Earth."

Charlotte gazed at her friend. Legolas had come a long way since she first met him and had gone through a lot more since. Everything had shaped him into the brave and pure of heart ellon that she was fortunate enough to call her friend. He was a hero in her eyes.

The door suddenly swung open and in stepped Thranduil. He was dressed in a cornflower blue tunic that was infused with the purest of white embroidered designs that extended all the way to the high collar of his tunic. Dark breeches and leather boots that came up to his knees completed the outfit, as did the starlit silver cape that trailed behind him.

His electric gaze landed upon his son and, after a heartbeat, a smile swept over his features, making his eyes twinkle with merriment.

"Legolas! I received word that you had returned home," he exclaimed, though he remained the picture of composure.

Releasing Charlotte's hand, Legolas rose to his feet, eyeing his Ada with an enigmatic smile of his own playing on his lips. "Aye, it has been a while."

The two stared at each other for a long, drawn-out moment and then Thranduil was the first to move. In a few short strides he had Legolas enveloped in a tight and warm embrace, closing his eyes briefly as he internally rejoiced at the return of his beloved son.

Legolas hugged his father back and finally the two pulled apart.

"It has been two long years, Legolas," Thranduil intoned, his words sounding very much like a reprimand.

Legolas looked sheepish and rubbed the back of his neck. "Gimli wanted to give me a tour of some mines and introduce me to some of his kin. I may have lost track of time."

"Two years is a long time to lose track of," Thranduil stated, giving his son a pointed look. Legolas remained silent, though he still looked like a thoroughly chastised elfling. Thranduil regarded his son for a moment before continuing. "Speaking of which, where is that dwarf? The last time he was here he nearly depleted my wine cellar, along with a large portion of our food stock. It was months before Aranhil was able to replenish all that the dwarf had devoured."

Legolas rolled his eyes at his Ada's exaggeration. "If I recall correctly, you were also responsible for said depletion of the wine. You and Gimli were determined to outdrink each other."

"A competition neither won," Charlotte chimed in. "I found them both passed out in the wine cellar, along with Galion and you as well, Legolas."

Legolas gave her a crooked smile as he hazily recalled that night. "That was quite a celebration."

Charlotte rolled her eyes and then struggled to get out of the armchair. Thranduil was instantly at her side, helping her to her feet with a steady hand at her elbow and lower back.

"You should be resting, my love," he murmured. "You are three days away from your due date."

"I have to go to the bathroom," she grumbled back. "I swear, this baby is using my bladder as a trampoline. And then I'm going to the kitchen to see if Aranhil has any pickles smothered in chocolate."

Legolas pulled a face, looking utterly repulsed. "Pickles smothered in chocolate? Surely you are not serious, Charlotte."

Charlotte looked him straight in the eye as she replied evenly, "I'm deadly serious, Legolas."

"I can have it sent up," Thranduil offered, looking at his son and minutely shaking his head in warning. Legolas had to refrain from smirking that his father, the great elven warrior, was afraid of upsetting his little wife.

Charlotte shook her head, sending her long waves tumbling over her shoulders. "No, I've sat down long enough. And I'm sure you and Legolas would like some time alone to catch up."

She didn't give her husband time to respond as she swept past him and went to Legolas. "I'm glad you're back, Legolas. Hopefully your Ada will stop coddling me and focus his efforts on you instead," she muttered, patting his cheek affectionately before she turned and left the room in her quest to find pickles smothered in chocolate.

Both males watched her departure, neither dare breathing a word until she was out of earshot.

"So…pickles and chocolate?"

"Don't ask," Thranduil said with a shudder.

"Do you really coddle her?"

Thranduil turned to face his son, his hands clasped behind his back. "I do not coddle. I merely take the safety of my wife and unborn child seriously."

Legolas gave his father a smirk that was worthy of the Elvenking himself. "You, Ada, are coddling her. You have become one of those men that constantly dote on their pregnant wives."

Thranduil levelled his son with a glare. "I do not dote, either."

Legolas' smirk widened. "No, of course you don't."

Thranduil's eyes narrowed, and then he abruptly turned and reached for the bottle of Dorwinion resting upon his desk, making sure to pour a generous amount for both himself and Legolas. Handing Legolas his glass, the Elvenking settled into the armchair that his wife had just vacated.

"I cannot help but worry. In the beginning the pregnancy progressed smoothly, but these last two months have taken their toll on Charlotte. I don't know if it has to do with the fact that she is human, and her body was built to only carry a baby for nine months. A full year of being pregnant…well, her body is now struggling with the length of elven pregnancy."

Legolas sensed the lingering fear and worry that lay just beneath the surface of his Ada's composed façade. He sighed and went to sit in the other armchair.

"What does the healer say?"

Thranduil took a sip of his wine before he answered. "Mithrenniel says that the pregnancy is going along perfectly enough and that both mother and baby are healthy and well. She did insist that Charlotte rest and take it easy but trying to make Charlotte follow those orders is another matter altogether. She can be as obstinate as a dwarf sometimes."

Legolas chuckled to himself. Being friends with Gimli these last few years, he could completely relate with what his Ada was going through.

"And how are you faring, Ada?" he asked over the brim of his glass.

Thranduil remained silent for a few moments before turning his head to face his son.

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried, Legolas. Even though Galadriel assured me that Charlotte has gained some attributes of an elf, that only extends to certain things like longevity and…other things." Thranduil paused, remembering his odd conversation with Charlotte many years ago and learning that humans had to shave their legs as well as brush their teeth. It was a curious thing for him, as an elf, to learn, for he had never before had to worry about such things. "The fact remains that even though she is immortal, Charlotte is still human. She does not possess the same endurance as an elf, and I fear that she will be unable to endure childbirth, which I have heard can be quite difficult for humans. If I lost her now…"

Legolas reached over and clutched at his father's hand. "You shall not lose her, Ada. Charlotte is strong – stronger than you give her credit for. I have faith that she will pull through this because she has something that you have not accounted for."

"What is that?" Thranduil asked.

"You," Legolas stated. "She has you to lean on. Knowing that you are there by her side will help her get through this."

Thranduil stared into the dark red liquid of his glass, contemplating his son's words. "How did you get so wise?" he finally asked.

Legolas shot his father a smirk and released his hand before settling comfortably back into his chair. "I had to leave home to gain some wisdom."

Thranduil gave his son a small smile. "Cheeky," he remarked, downing the contents of his glass in one gulp. "It gladdens my heart that you have returned, Legolas. Truly it is wonderful to have you back."

Legolas' features softened. "I would not miss this for anything, Ada. We shall soon welcome a Prince or Princess into our Halls and I can't wait to meet the little one."

Thranduil studied at his son and his heart swelled at the thought of the ellon Legolas had become. He had always been proud of his son but, in this moment, he was exceptionally proud. Not only for the wisdom and counsel he offered, but for the maturity he possessed to wholeheartedly accept Charlotte and his new brother or sister into his heart with gladness.

"Your brother or sister will have a great role model to look up to. I could not have asked for better, and I hope you know that, son."

"I do. You have never given me reason to doubt your love for me, Ada. And neither will this little one."

Thranduil's electric blue eyes glistened with unshed tears. Then he blinked and the emotional moment was gone. "Shall we go down to the kitchen and see if Aranhil will make us some pizza?" he asked, changing the subject.

"You just want to go and check on Charlotte."

"That, too," Thranduil agreed as he rose to his feet, smoothing the fabric of his tunic.

Legolas stood as well and shook his head, his platinum blonde hair barely swaying with the movement. "I think Charlotte is right – you do coddle her."

Thranduil gave a disdainful sniff and strode towards the door. "As I said before, I do not coddle."

He entirely missed the amused smirk on Legolas's features as he walked out the doors.

Three days later…

Thranduil paced back and forth in front of the closed doors that lead to his and Charlotte's bedroom. It was still early morning, the sun still an hour away from bursting over the horizon.

His features were set in hard and cold lines as he internally focused on what was happening on the other side of the doors, his agitation growing with each passing hour as he felt her increasing pain through their bond.

"Ada?"

Thranduil paused in his pacing and glanced up to see Legolas, who stood before him with worry etched on his finely sculpted features.

"I heard the news that Charlotte had gone into labor. How is she?"

Thranduil absently lifted his hand to his heart, rubbing at the spot. "She is in pain, Legolas," he said, swallowing hard as helplessness washed over him. "And she is scared. I don't know what to do."

Legolas stared at the haunted look in his Ada's eyes, the raw emotion almost unbearable to witness. There was only one thing to do. "Go to her."

Thranduil blinked. "What?" It was unheard of for the father to be present during the birthing process, and he could not fathom why Legolas would suggest such a thing.

Legolas closed the distance and laid a hand on his Ada's upper arm. "Charlotte needs you. Go to her."

Indecisiveness warred plainly on his features. The waiting was killing him, true, but rules of society dictated that he was to remain away during this time.

Suddenly a muffled cry of agony could be heard from the other side of the door, making the decision for him. Thranduil was instantly at the doors, flinging them open with determination writ on his features as he walked in. Charlotte needed him now more than anything and nothing was going to stop him from being by her side, offering her his support.

Thranduil paused briefly at the now closed doors, his focus now centering on the bed where Charlotte lay. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing hard, the white filmy dress covering her body drenched with sweat. She let out a groan of pain, clutching at the tangled sheets as she tried to focus getting through the pain.

Thranduil was instantly at her side, kneeling beside the bed as he took her clammy hand in his own. She blinked open her eyes and tried to focus on him, but he could see that it was taking a lot of effort. He raised his other hand and tenderly pushed away her damp hair from her face.

"I am here, my love," he murmured. "I am here."

She clutched at his hand like a lifeline. "I've changed my mind, Thranduil," she whimpered. "I don't want to do this anymore. Please, get me an epidural."

His heart broke at the pain his wife was going through, knowing that there was little he could do to help her through this.

He glanced up at Mithrenniel, who was hovering on the other side of the bed. "Is there nothing you can do to ease the pain?" he ordered; his tone harsher than he meant it to sound.

Mithrenniel gave him a helpless look of her own. "I have given her what I can, my King."

Thranduil glanced back down at Charlotte, who had her eyes squeezed shut as she prepared to endure another contraction. Coming to a decision, he rose to his feet and flung off his cloak and kicked off his boots.

Ignoring Mithrenniel's look of bewilderment, he climbed onto the bed and settled behind Charlotte, drawing her against his chest. Encircling his arms around her, he entwined his hands with her own and kissed the crown of her head, murmuring, "I am here, little one. I am here."

Closing his eyes, he focused on their bond. He breathed in deeply through his nose and concentrated on easing her pain, sending her calm and reassurance through their bond. It didn't take long before he felt her relax against him, her pain markedly eased as he shared her burden.

"I am here. Always," he vowed.

He was unsure of how much time passed. It could have been hours or mere minutes, but he stayed by her side throughout.

And then everything became a blur of activity. Charlotte seemed to sense that the time was near, for she suddenly gathered every ounce of strength she possessed, even drawing strength from what Thranduil offered, and concentrated on the last and most difficult part. She clutched fiercely at his hands as she let out a long, drawn-out moan as she pushed. Thranduil concentrated with everything he had on channeling his inner strength to her, and such was his focus that he barely noticed when she sagged against him.

It was the soft, mewling cry that drew his attention, piercing right through him and settling deep within his heart. It was the most beautiful sound that he had ever heard that none other could ever compare.

Thranduil blinked open his eyes, stunned. Their child! Their child had been born!

He gazed down at Charlotte, who still had her eyes closed as she desperately tried to regain her strength. Another small cry sounded, and she slowly opened her eyes, which were now glistening with unshed tears.

She tilted her head back to gaze up at him, a sappy smile managing to make its way to her exhausted features. "We did it."

"You did it, my love," he corrected, laying a tender kiss upon her forehead as immense pride for his beautiful wife enveloped him.

"I couldn't have done it without you," she stated.

Movement caught their attention, and both turned to see Mithrenniel approaching them with a small, satin wrapped bundle cradled in her arms. She was staring down at their baby with absolute adoration writ on her face.

Mithrenniel looked up at them, a bright smile playing on her lips. "She is perfect," she declared before carefully handing over the tiny bundle to Charlotte, who seemed to have forgotten her pain and exhaustion from earlier as soon as her daughter was placed in her arms.

Thranduil and Charlotte gazed down at their daughter, instantly enamored with this angelic little being that was perfection personified. Already her wispy silver white hair promised to be exactly like her Ada's. Charlotte lifted a hand and gently traced one of her delicate pointed ears, clearly fascinated with this little being that had fast captured their hearts in mere seconds.

Their daughter squirmed and scrunched up her already lovely porcelain face and let out a soft mewl that had both her mother and father melting at the sound. Then she slowly blinked open her eyes and it was clear that she had inherited her father's electric blue eyes as well.

"She is perfect," Charlotte whispered, unable to tear her gaze away from their daughter.

"That she is," Thranduil murmured, his voice choked with emotion.

They sat there for the longest while, gazing contentedly at their precious bundle, who had drifted off to sleep now that she was safely ensconced in her mother's protective arms.

Thranduil's fingertips brushed lightly against the plump cheek and trailed down to the tiny-fingered hand, which automatically curled around his finger.

"She already has you wrapped around her little finger," Charlotte mused happily.

Thranduil had to admit that Charlotte was probably right. She was not even an hour old yet and already she had stolen his heart. He was a goner.

"Elarinya," Charlotte cooed softly.

"Morning star?" Thranduil asked.

"She was born in the morning. She is our morning star," Charlotte explained.

Thranduil thought about it, liking the sound of it. "It's perfect," he agreed, staring down at the little hand that still clutched at his finger. Elarinya would forever be his star, his beacon of hope shining brightly in the horizon. Always.

The following day Legolas made his way to his father's and Charlotte's room, eager to finally meet his little sister.

Raising his hand, he knocked softly on the hard wood and waited.

A short moment passed and Thranduil opened the door, beaming proudly down at his son.

"Are you ready to meet Elarinya?" Thranduil asked, ushering his son inside. There was no mistaking the fatherly pride emanating from his Ada.

"I've been eager to meet her since you sent news," Legolas replied.

Thranduil placed his hand on his son's back and guided him towards the bed, where Charlotte sat with the little princess cradled lovingly in her arms. He noted that though she looked a bit tired, though her fatigue was completely eclipsed by the glowing joy that now radiated from her.

She glanced up at Legolas' approach and gave him a warm and bright smile. He paused by her side and stared down at the peacefully sleeping beauty that was his little sister. Emotions of pure love and protectiveness surged through him and he knew in that moment he would do everything in his power to be the best older brother he could be.

"She beautiful. Absolutely perfect," he murmured. For it was true – he had never laid eyes on any being that was as perfect as his little sister.

"Would you like to hold her?" Charlotte offered.

Legolas carefully took his sleeping sister from her mother's arms and cradled her protectively in his own strong ones. She stirred slightly and snuggled more securely against him, her cupid lips making sucking motions before she settled back down into sleep.

"Elarinya," he whispered in awe.

Her long-lashed eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice, and she now stared up at him with unfocused and sleepy blue eyes.

"She looks nothing like you," he remarked, shooting Charlotte a teasing look.

"Maybe the next one will inherit their mother's likeness," Thranduil said.

"Then you'll be waiting at least a thousand years, my dear," Charlotte remarked dryly. "I have no intentions of going through that again any time soon."

Both father and son shared an amused look, both knowing that Charlotte was only half serious.

Legolas' gaze was drawn back down to his little sister. "You are absolutely beautiful, little one, and are loved dearly," he declared softly, his arms automatically rocking her softly as he stared down at her with brotherly love.

Thranduil came to stand beside him, pride showing clearly on his features. "That she is. As are you, my son."

Thranduil tore his gaze away from his daughter to gaze at Legolas, letting the sincerity of his words reflect upon his features. Then he glanced over at Charlotte, who was watching them with a contented smile.

In this moment he felt completely and utterly contented surrounded by his family. His world was now complete.

And to think it all started with another world…

Officially The End

A/N: This now concludes the story and I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has followed it to the end. When I started this story I did not expect much to come of it, and it still blows my mind that it has reached over 1K reviews. I know that without all of your guys continued support, none of this would have been possible. So thank you!

Many have asked if there is going to be a sequel. As much as I am sad to say goodbye to Thranduil and Charlotte, I have no plans for a sequel just yet. Right now I want to focus on my Severus Snape/OC fic, Dreaming in Color. I would appreciate any support you guys may offer on that story, and it would mean the world to me if you could stop in and leave any feedback :)

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