Epilogue: The Grey Havens
By Ellwyn J
Legolas stood on the prow of the small wooden vessel, watching the swirling grey mists approach. He felt a great lightness of being and a strange eagerness wash over him. A gruff voice behind him interrupted his thoughts and made him turn.
"What are you doing?" the dwarf Gimli asked, none too quietly. "If you stand there, the boat will tip," he admonished to the elf.
Legolas turned to look at his companion and laughed merrily, a sweet ringing sound that pierced through the still air. He grinned, and the boyish charm still shone through his face although he had seen much in his lifetime now: a quest to see the perilous ring destroyed, battles upon battles waged between the servants of the dark lord and the peoples of Middle-earth, countless seasons that had come and passed as quickly as a slight ripple upon the surface of water fades away into oblivion. But for the ages he had lived and the world that he had seen, he had not forgotten a love that was long lost to him.
Gimli grimaced at him mockingly as Legolas finally sat. But the elf's smile faded and he turned back to look at the mist ahead.
Quieter then, the dwarf asked, "What is it, my friend?"
Legolas did not turn or acknowledge his question at first. It was a few moments until he finally drew in a calm breath and said, almost to himself, "I remembered, and I always will." Gimli was only baffled further. But he did not feel a great need to pursue the matter, and settled back in the boat, closing his eyes.
The prow of the boat glided forward in the waters and parted an opening in the grey curtain of mist as Legolas smiled to himself. "I go to meet a friend," he replied to Gimli finally. Ellwyn, telin ad angen. Ellwyn, I come back to you.
A/N: Done! Thank you everybody for reading and reviewing, hope you enjoyed my woeful tale (or so I thought it was, but we all have our opinions) and letting me share a bit of my thought with you all.
*Thank you to AerlinnĂȘl for translating the dialogue in Elvish for this story!
