Prepare for the end, because the end is coming soon!

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The End (1/2)

The sun began to shine dimly over the treetops as it lowered in the evening sky. Legolas squeezed Elmeraith's hand and they watched the sunset together. It slowly became dark and the villagers were settling down, lights going out in the houses.

"I'm tired, Legolas. I haven't slept in a while," Elmeraith said softly.

"Yes, I know," Legolas answered. "Go to your room and I will meet with you in the morning."

Elmeraith lightly walked away on the grass. That night, the air was light and fresh, unlike most times. The moon came out, bright and glowing on the sparkling drops of dew. Mirkwood was really a beautiful place.

(Few days later)

"Oh, mother!" Elmeraith explained, twirling around in her mother's wedding dress. "It's marvelous! And just my size too."

Arwen smiled and held a piece up. "You will look splendid! I always said that I'd give my dress to my first married daughter. Little did I know it would be you! I'm so excited," Arwen exclaimed. She looked her daughter up and down and smiled more. "You look just as I looked on my wedding day. I can't imagine what you'll look like on yours."

"Yes, Elmeraith, you will look wonderful," Elhenin said.

Elmeraith smiled and grabbed her mother's hand. "I'm so excited, mother."

"And you should be," Arwen said, kissing her daughter on the brow. "This might be one of those 'happily ever after' stories," Elhenin giggled out.

Elmeraith beamed.

"Elmeraith, I was wondering…?"Legolas began to walk in the door, but Arwen and Elhenin screamed and closed it shut. "Ah! What's going on?" Legolas yelled at the door.

"Nothing!" Elmeraith squeaked.

"You CAN'T see the dress yet! You have to wait for the wedding next week!" Elhenin yelled to him on the other side of the door. She sounded a little cross.

"Oh, alright," Legolas agreed, turning away.

"Good things come to those that wait, Legolas," Arwen called out to him. "And will you be surprised!"

Legolas kept on walking till he was out of earshot. "Mother," Elmeraith said, twirling around. The dress flowed around her like an ocean of pure white, silky and smooth. It was sleeveless and low-cut, and shaped like a bell. "It's wonderful. I know Legolas will love it."

"No, Legolas will probably fall face down on the floor when he sees you…maybe even drop dead," Elhenin joked. Elmeraith laughed, just thinking about it. "I'm so glad you all have been supportive. I really love him, and I'm so glad you understand about this whole thing."

"Well, why wouldn't we understand?" Arwen asked.

Elmeraith shrugged. "The same reason Ellrolin doesn't, I suppose."



Ellrolin looked down at the note in her hand. She had written an apology for Legolas and Elmeraith, but should she deliver it? She couldn't rightly decide! She sighed and shoved the note deep in the pocket of her long, birch-bark gray skirt.

Suddenly, an elf boy slammed into her from her backside and she toppled forward. Quickly and gracefully, she jumped up to her feet and faced him. It was the same offensive elf that had said, "If I'm looking for a woman, that means I'm not looking for someone to baby-sit."

"Watch where you're going!" she snapped. "Come back to get on my nerves some more?"

He looked extremely uncomfortable as he ran away down the hall and sharply around a corner. Ellrolin picked her things up from the floor that she had dropped and growled. Suddenly, he came running back. Ellrolin laid herself against the wall to make way for him so he didn't trample her again. But he stopped in front of her. His hands were behind his back, and he again looked uncomfortable. "I hate feeling that you hate me, but I don't blame you. I'm sorry for being rude that time we met. I understand that you're used to different things and roads instead of woods," he said quietly.

Ellrolin felt like yelling at him, but she sighed and gave in to his kindness. "It's alright. You're forgiven."

"I'm Relmerion. I know it's kind of a hard name to pronounce. I won't blame you if you can't pronounce it…" he went on.

"Well, its nice to meet you, Relmerion. I'm from Gondor, which is different from here, but that doesn't mean I can't pronounce names. I am Ellrolin," she said.

He smiled. "Well, wonderfully met," he said, softly kissing her hand (as tradition when meeting a lady). "I will then see you at your sister's wedding, for I have been invited. No hard feelings?"

Ellrolin nodded. "No hard feelings," she agreed.

"Then I will gladly meet you again!" he said, taking off down the hall.

"Namarie!" she answered softly (Namarie-"Farewell" in Elvish).

She smiled to herself and pulled out the note she had written to Legolas and Elmeraith. She was now in a good mood and was ready for anything: even delivering the note.



"Well, it's about time to put the dress up," Elmeraith said with a sorrowful sigh. She loved wearing the beautiful, fancy dress. She began to peel off the dress when a piece of paper slid under the door. Elhenin quickly pulled the note from under the door and began to unfold it. "It says 'To Elmeraith and Legolas'," announced Elhenin, opening it.

"Hey, then give it to me!" Elmeraith said, snatching the paper from her sister's hand. She read to herself: 'Dear Elmeraith and Legolas, I apologize for acting rude and inconsiderate of your decision. I really think you two are wonderful for each other. I just was being selfish, because I wanted to stay home. Now that I'll be going back to Gondor soon, I will miss it here and especially the both of you. You play important rolls in my life. Hope you'll forgive me. Sincerely, Ellrolin.'

Elmeraith smiled. At last, there would be no bad vibes during her wedding and all seemed to be going perfect!

"Well," said Elhenin. "Are you going to let us read it?"

Elmeraith smiled at her sister. Just knowing that her sister was now happy for her, made her feel wonderful. "No," she answered. "But it's personal."

Elhenin sighed. "Oh, alright, I have to go to our houses of Healing anyhow. I promised Lenomial I'd be there to accompany him."

Arwen smiled at Elhenin, very lovingly. "I see I am not wanted any longer," she said jokingly. "You both have many things to do, so I will get to my own things."

Elmeraith was left in her room alone. She giggled to herself and she felt so bubbly. 'So, this is what love feels like,' she thought.



K, Be ready! Sorry that it took awhile to get this chapter up!

Give me ideas if you have any (in a review). It's not like I don't have plenty of ideas but I want you guys to think it's good. Describe the wedding and a whole bunch of stuff if you like. I'll post your s/n up in my next and last chapter if you give me ideas. Thanx,

Lauren