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Epilogue
Legolas sat on the edge of a blanket spread on the ground. He stared up at his wife who seemed deep in thought.
"I can't believe it's only been eight years since I first arrived," Elyssa reminisced.
"Yes, but they were such wonderful years, were they not?"
"You're father disliked me very much. It took him quite a while to tolerate me… to accept that I was human," she paused, "to accept our story. I still don't think he believes where I'm from."
"I think father loves you, Elyssa. Not as much as I do, but still, I know he cares for you like a daughter. A very distant daughter. I wonder how your parents would have taken to me?"
"You know they would've loved you," Elyssa said snuggling into his chest. "Let's not think of them now. I can't get over how beautiful it is here," she sighed, her eyes gazing over his kingdom—their kingdom. Legolas leaned in for a kiss but was interrupted by a small object bouncing off of his chest. Little footsteps scurried quickly toward them.
"Gotcha," a little boy giggled.
"You have many things to learn, little Haurion," Legolas laughed, handing the toy arrow back to his son. They had named him after the mysterious disappearance of Gandalf's apprentice. Elyssa's eyes widened.
"Haurion! What happened to your clothes?"
"I went swimmin' in the brook."
Elyssa laughed knowing that by swimming, the child meant splashing around in the ankle deep water. "For that, you had to take off all your clothes?"
"Why yes, Mommy, I didn't want to get them wet."
"So where are they now?"
"They're floating down the brook," he said casually, waving a hand in the air.
"If you didn't want to get them wet, why are they floating down the brook?"
"They begged me to be free," he replied solemnly.
"Our little nudist," she giggled gathering the child in her arms, "Just like her father."
The three of them sat watching the sun set the forest ablaze with an orange glow. Legolas wrapped his arms around his wife and child. They dreamt of the years to come and what lay ahead.
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The End—for real.
Thus ends our tale of peanut butter, nudity, and bad singing. I hope you enjoyed reading it, as we loved writing it! Thank you for every single review. Each one helped motivate us to write on.
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Or we could write a completely different story, but you'll have to give us some suggestions. Perhaps something with the fellowship or the hobbits? We're itching to try something new. ^_~
Erika and Jerika