Sorry it's been so long, I haven't had literally one second of spare time. Hope you all enjoy. ;)

Epilogue

Celsius stood on a balcony overlooking a small clearing. Her left hand moved in a slow circular motion over her swollen belly. A gentle breeze played with her loose hair. Her eyes softened as a smile spread across her lips. She was watching her husband, Legolas, teach their son, Elulith, how to use a bow and arrow.

Elulith concentrated hard as his right hand pulled the already taut string even tighter. Keeping both of his bright eyes open, he let the arrow fly.

The arrow flew with deadly speed to the outermost ring of the target. Elulith sighed and looked up to his father.

"You're getting better," Legolas encouraged, squatting down to be face-to-face with his son. "You're trying too hard; you're shaking. Take a breath and aim small. Concentrate on that one little area until it gets as big as a watermelon and then…let go!"

The strawberry-blond elf-child nodded and allowed his dad to notch the arrow for him. His eyes wandered as he waited. He caught the eye of his mother. A smile split his face and he waved up at her.

The lady queen waved back, silently amused at the young child.

"Here, Elulith," Legolas said, handing him the prepared bow.

"There's mother, father!" Elulith said waving to her again.

Legolas looked up and smiled. "Yes, son. I see her. Try hitting the target again. Show her what you've learned."

Elulith agreed and once more pulled the string back. He concentrated on one tiny spot, just as his father had instructed. He waited and waited to be sure of his shot. He finally released the arrow, and to his surprise, it flew right into the bulls-eye!

Legolas slapped his son on the back in pride. "Wonderful shot!"

Elulith beamed. He looked up to see if his mother had seen but she had gone from her spot on the balcony. Elulith turned to his father. "Father, would mother climb trees with me this afternoon?"

Legolas looked regrettably into his son's eyes. "Elulith, you know your mother cannot climb trees until after the baby is born. Remember when we talked about this? It is very important for her to get her rest."

Elulith's face fell. "I remember."

"Why not go find one of your friends to play for a bit? We can practice some more later."

"Ok," Elulith conceded. He then ran off to seek a playmate.

Legolas' eyes shot up towards the balcony then he, too, took off to his chambers. He was there in seconds and entered the room a little out of breath. He found his queen sitting in a chair, basking in the warmth of the sunlight. He approached her quietly, and stroked the side of her face.

The touch awakened Celsius, and she reached up for her husband.

Legolas helped her rise and laid both of his hands on her belly. He then slid them around her waist and drew her to him.

Celsius shivered with pleasure. She placed her hands on his chest and ran them up and through his long blond hair.

Legolas closed his eyes and bent forward to bestow a kiss upon his lady.

Celsius waited in anticipation and then finally felt his lips cover hers. She returned the kiss passionately, forgetting everything that was.

~*~*~*~

Tathren was walking through the garden when she saw her young nephew sitting solemnly on a marble bench. She felt pity for the young boy and sat down next to him. "Hi," she said quietly.

"Hello," he returned politely.

"Is something the matter, young man?"

Elulith remained in silence, staring at the pebbles in the ground.

Tathren bent her head, trying to see his eyes. "What's wrong, Elulith? Won't you tell me?"

"I can't find anyone to play with me," the boy said quietly.

"That would darken anyone's day. It's hard without your mother to play with, isn't it? You know, I was just looking for someone to climb trees with me. I don't suppose you know anyone who likes to climb trees, do you?"

Elulith looked up, not believing his good fortune. "I do! May I go with you?"

"Well, I would love your company! I'm so relieved I don't have to go alone. That is a very gentlemanly thing to do; I appreciate it very much."

Elulith smiled. "You know I like to climb trees," he giggled.

Tathren's eyes went wide. "No, really, I had no idea," she said innocently. "I saw a nice big one way over there. Are you up for a challenge?"

Elulith grinned. "I'll race you."

"Alright," Tathren agreed. "On the count of three. One…two…three!"

~*~*~*~

"Three visitors?"

"Yes, my lord. They are waiting in the courtyard."

"What was that, husband?"

Legolas turned to Celsius. "There are three visitors waiting in the courtyard."

"Oh." Celsius began to smooth out her dress quickly.

"Wait here, love. I will see to them."

Celsius smiled as he kissed her on the top of her head and then left the room.

Legolas' long legs covered the short distance quickly. When he saw who it was he opened his arms wide. "Estel!"

Aragorn stepped forward and embraced his friend. "Mellon nîn!"

Arwen smiled and glanced at her brother, who was also grinning.

The siblings were next to be swept up in a hug by the Lord of Mirkwood.

"Celsius is in our chambers, Arwen," Legolas told her.

"Thank you," Arwen said and then left to find her friend.

"Where is your strapping young lad?" Elrohir asked, having not seen Elulith for a very long time.

"Elulith is around here somewhere," Legolas answered, "playing with someone, no doubt."

"Then I will excuse myself from your presence if I may."

"Of course."

Elrohir smiled and then walked to the gardens. He walked through many paths, listening to hear the voices of little boys at play. He finally caught a young voice and followed it to the base of a tall willow tree. "Hello, up there," he called.

A young elf-maid swung so she hung upside down on a branch. "Elrohir?"

Elrohir chuckled. "Lady Tathren. Fully a woman yet still indulging in your elfling ways. I thought you had quit climbing trees years ago."

"I think you say that because you are jealous that I was always better than you."

The two smiled at eachother, and then Tathren dropped to ground in front of Elrohir. "You are here alone?"

"No. Aragorn and Arwen are with me. I came to see Elulith."

"Elulith," Tathren called up into the branches. "Look who's here!"

Elulith jumped from the tree straight at Elrohir.

Elrohir caught the boy in surprise.

"Elrohir!" Elulith threw his arms around the older elf's neck.

Elrohir smiled. "How are you, my boy? Not causing any trouble for your parents, I hope."

"Oh, no," Tathren said, tugging at Elulith's hair. "This young prince would never do such a thing."

"I think we're going to have to tell your father about your aunt climbing trees," Elrohir joked.

Elulith laughed. "I can shoot a bow and arrow now," he informed his friend.

"Can you?" Elrohir sounded impressed. "I should very much like to see you shoot."

Elulith looked to his aunt. "Are you coming?"

Tathren shook her head. "You two go on ahead. But be careful."

Elrohir set Elulith down and let the young elf lead the way.

Tathren hung back and watched contentedly as they left. There was no doubt in her mind that life was good.

THE END!

So, what do you think about an Elrond romance? I've started a story, but it isn't posted yet. Thank you for your reviews!

(and no, Celsius is in no way, shape, or form, related to any of the people of Mirkwood nor Rivendell. If u really need an explanation, you can email me ;) )