It was over. The war had been won. As they stood before the new king of Gondor, Legolas wondered – what now?
He had made lifelong friends in both Aragon and Gimli – not to mention Gandalf and the hobbits. The logical thing would be to head home to Mirkwood – as prince he would once again take his role – ruling over the elves under his father. Was it what he wanted though?
He watched as Aragon took Arwen's hand in front of him. His mind flickered back to memories, to feelings he once had for an elf – Tauriel. He had once seen a future with her – but her heart had belonged to another.
She had been his only love interest in nearly 3000 years. As he watched the couple before him – perhaps it was time to take a new path – a path of his own.
