A/N: Kinky Castle!!!

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! WOO HOO! Guess what?!?!? It's a month till my birthday!!! Ooh yeah!!! *starts singing* I'm 16 in a month!! A month! A MONTH!!! WOO HOO!!!!!!!!! Roll on April 16!!!

I'm done now. Enjoy!

Blaise: Freak.

Elfie: *shocked* Where the hell have you been?!

Blaise: On holiday.

Elfie: On holiday? Where to and who with?

Blaise: I went to Ilmer, The Holiday Camp For Rejected Muses. And I went with Callopera.

Elfie: *looks insulted* I never rejected you! And who the hell is Callopera?

Blaise: Callopera is GoT's muse. She hasn't been rejected, as such, but she wanted a holiday so I told her, I mean, asked her to come with me. And you forgot about me!!!

Elfie: Um, no I didn't, I just..... erm..... ok, I forgot about you. But I missed you!

Blaise: Really? Are you feeling ok?

Elfie: No, really, I did. I've got lots of stuff to tell you. Guess what?

Blaise: Oh not this again. Elfie, can't you get over this? It's a childish game

Elfie: Please, just guess.

Blaise: *guesses stupidly, not meaning it* You became someone's muse.

Elfie: Yeah, how'd you know?

Blaise: *jaw drops in absolute shock and horror* Y-y-you are a..... muse?

Elfie: *missing the insult* Sure am! I inspired Freja to write a battle scene in her book and then GoT told me that that makes me a sort of muse. So I am now Freja's muse. My new title is Silvawen the Elf Crumpet the Muse!!!

Blaise: *faints*

Elfie: ARGH! She died!!! What do I do? What do you do with dead muses?!?!

Blaise: I'm not dead, dimwit, I fainted!

Elfie: Oh. *feels stupid*

Stupid: Please don't feel me like that.

Elfie: Oh, sorry. *puts him down* There you go. Anyway, what did you want to faint for?

Blaise: *looks very confused but then sighs exasperatedly* 0_o You know, Elfie, you're really spoiling the mood of this chapter. It's meant to be sad. This is not a happy chapter.

Chapter: Nope, I'm not happy at all.

Blaise: *eyebrow raised* Why do things keep coming to life in here?

Elfie: *shifty eyes*

Blaise: Elfie, what did you do?

Elfie: It was just a bit of fun. I didn't do anything illegal. Or at least I don't think I did.

Blaise: What. Did. You. Do?

Elfie: *shifts from one foot to the other looking guilty* I got accepted into a Coven. I'm a witch.

Blaise: *bursts out laughing* HA! That's the funniest thing I ever heard!!! You! A witch!!! *becomes serious* But that was a really stupid thing to do. I'm already a witch. Two witches in the same house, one of them being you, is NOT a good idea. And stop trying to be me!

Elfie: I'm sorry, Blaise. I just thought it would be fun. And then I tried to make one of my posters come alive but it didn't work and lots of other things did instead.

Blaise: You should have just asked me.

Elfie: You weren't here!

Blaise: *muttering to self* I knew leaving her alone was a mistake. I should have got someone to watch over her. *to Elfie* Look, I'll make a deal with you. I'll make you most favourite poster come alive IF you tell this Coven that you are no longer interested.

Elfie: O_O *blink blink* DEAL!!!! DEAL! DEAL! DEAL! DEALDEALDEALDEALDEAL!!!!!!!!!!! DEEEEAAAALLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!

Blaise: *covers ears* All right. Calm down. Ok, which one?

Elfie: *points to favourite*

Blaise: *mutters some weirdy sounding stuff and suddenly Orlando Bloom is standing in the middle of the room, wearing only black trousers*

Orlando: *looking extremely confused* Er... hi. Where am I?

Elfie: *faints*

Blaise: *grinning* Well, that's shut her up.

Orlando: I say again, where am I? *Looks around the room and sees the 143 pictures of him* HOLY MOTHER OF CHEESE!!!

Blaise: Yes, it's sad, isn't it? You're standing in a fangirl's bedroom, mate. Jesus, this is just like one of my fantasies. Hang on, let me do a check list. Me: check. Orlando: check. Elfie's bed: check. *shoves Elfie in the cupboard and locks it* No Elfie: check. Orlando's clothes: half check. Ok, everything is good here!

Orlando: *whimpers*

Blaise: I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want a bit of fun. It gets very lonely being a muse, you know. *pouts and makes eyes water*

Orlando: *doesn't want to feel sorry for her, but can't really help it* Er, yeah, I'm, um, sure it does.

Blaise: *bottom lip trembles and a couple of tears flow*

Orlando: Aww. Come here. *hugs Blaise*

Blaise: *grins maniacally* Enjoy the chapter, folks! And wish me luck!!!

Chapter 22

They rode in silence. The atmosphere was tense and neither knew what to say. Legolas could see a couple of tears running down Michelle's cheeks. He understood it was hard for her to do this, it was hard for him too, but part of him couldn't help questioning why she wasn't happy to be going to Aman, home of the Valar. He presumed that in situations like this, Elves and Humans must differ tremendously. He didn't know what to say to comfort her, so he simply took her hand and kissed it.

Michelle appreciated and yet loathed the silence. She was glad that she had the time to think, but her thoughts were not pleasant and part of her longed for him to say something, anything. She glanced at him every now and then and studied his handsome features. Not a single thing had changed about him. His looks, his manner, his lively personality, his charm. Everything was the same. 26 years and he was exactly the same. '26 years?' she thought. 'Surely it's not that long. How can it be? That's so long ago.' She sighed inwardly. //You may still feel 15, but you certainly don't look it!// said a cruel little voice in her mind. //You wear well for 41, but let's face it. You're past it.// \\He loves you no matter what,\\ said another, kinder voice. //But for how long?// \\He will never stop loving you. He loves you for you.\\ //But even an Elf can only stand so much.//

"I think I'm going schizo," said Michelle, suddenly.

"Pardon?" said Legolas.

"I'm arguing with myself in my head," she said. "I'm going crazy. I think I must be tired."

"Well, it is nearly sunset and we've been riding for about seven hours straight," he said. "I suppose we should rest for the night now. The horses will be in need of it."

"Where are we going to stop? We can't just stay out in the open?"

"I think we'd be safe enough. There aren't any enemies anymore, Hyalma." She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Yes, I know that. But there's still rain, isn't there? There's no shelter out here."

"Well, we'll have to ride further then." He shielded his eyes from the setting sun with one long hand and peered into the distance. "There's a small patch of trees about three quarters of an hour's ride ahead. Do you wish to keep going, milady?"

"Yes, I do, because if it rains tonight, as it looks it might, and I get wet and cold, I'll blame you completely."

"I'll keep you warm, though I'm not sure about dry," he said with a grin and a wink. "But if you do get wet, I'll gladly help you change your clothes."

"I'm sure you will. And I can't think for the life of me what's going through your mind at the moment."

"Well, I'll just have to show you then." He steered his horse nearer hers and tried to awkwardly kiss her (E/N: So very random! Horny Legolas! Lolz! I don't know what possessed me *shifty eyes* ^_~) but she teasingly spurred her horse and galloped away laughing. Legolas glared at her playfully.

"I don't find that funny," he called. "You'll regret that!"

"Oh, will I?" shouted Michelle. "What are you going to do?" Legolas spurred his horse and began to gallop towards her. She started her horse back at a run.

Not even half an hour had passed by the time they reached the small patch of trees. Their silly little game of chase had proved useful as well as fun. Exhausted, but still laughing, Michelle dismounted and sat on the ground with a thump. Legolas went to find some firewood whilst she got the blankets out and prepared some food to be cooked. When he returned, Legolas sat close to Michelle and snuggled up to him.

"I'm completely shattered," she said with a yawn as Legolas wrapped a blanket around them both. She stared into the fire and smiled. She felt her eyelids begin to droop. Very soon both woman and Elf were fast asleep.

Legolas was awoken the next morning by a very loud:

"AAARRRGGGHHH!!! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?!?!"

"I could ask you the same question," replied a female voice. He sat bolt upright. 'NO! Not her! Anyone but her!' he pleaded in his mind.

"Maria! Tell me before I beat it out of you!!! ordered Michelle. Maria sighed.

"I'm on my way home," she said. "I've been in the Shire for years with Merry and Pippin. I figured I should show my face back home. Anyway, on my way last night and I'm starting to think I should get some sleep, then I spot this little speck of light in the distance. So I thought I'd come towards it and see what it was, it might have meant food. Turns out I was in luck."

"You ate our food?" said Legolas.

"Only what you left out," she said defensively.

"You cheeky cow!" said Michelle.

"Well, anyway, I followed the light, obviously," continued Maria, "and who should I find but my big sis and the not-quite-as-sexy-as-Frodo Elf dude, all cosy in each other's arms by the fire. It was quite cute really. You both looked really content with each other. Reminds me of some of my fantasies about Frodo, actually."

"Too much info, Maria!!!" cried Michelle. "I do not want to know!!!"

"So where are you two of to then?" asked Maria.

"We're leaving," said Michelle.

"What do you mean?"

"Leaving. As in parting, exiting, departing, saying farewell. Check a dictionary," said Legolas.

"Ooh, moody," said Maria.

"Don't call my husband moody," demanded Michelle. "You shouldn't ask such a stupid question. We are going to Rivendell, if you must know, to see Tafi, Robyn, Ash and the kids. And then we're going to the Grey Havens." The could see the very few cogs turning in Maria's tiny brain.

"Isn't that the Elf place thingy with the boats and stuff?" she eventually asked.

"Yes, well done. Have a cookie," said Michelle, sarcastically. The younger sister raised an eyebrow.

"You're still saying that?" she asked. "Chelle, you're...... old. You used to say that to me when you were 5."

"Hey, what can I say Old habits die hard," said the elder sister. "Anyway, we're going to the Undying Lands."

"Cool, I think you'll like it there," said Maria. "Lotsa shops. So, when are you coming back?" Legolas and Michelle looked at one another and shook their heads.

"You don't come back from Aman, Maria," said Legolas.

"But I did."

"You're the exception," said Michelle. "They were probably trying to get rid of you."

"Oh well, enjoy yourselves," she said. "So, how's Frodo.... and that woman?"

"Mary-Jo and Frodo are fine," said Michelle. "They've got a kid now." Maria's face dropped.

"They've what?" she growled.

"Yeah, he's called Mado Hobman-Baggins."

"WHAT THE HELL KINDA NAME IS THAT?!?!?!" cried the angry, youngish girl.

"Well, Mado is a mixture of Mary-Jo and Frodo, and Hobman is a mixture of Hobbit and Man. But, since it sounds more like a hobbitish surname. In fact, Frodo swears there is a Hobman somewhere in Hobbiton, but he's not sure, he can't quite remember. It's the old age setting in. So, anyway, they made his surname into a double barrel one. He's six now, bless him. Already as tall as his dad."

"They're making bets back home about what they reckon he'll look like," said Legolas. "We reckon he'll be a 6'0" hobbit."

"But some reckon he'll just be a really small man," said Michelle. "He's got his dad's curly hair and hairy feet, but his mom's grey/blue eyes and fair skin."

"Grrrrrrrrrrr," muttered Maria. "Perhaps I shouldn't go back home yet then. Might do something I'll regret. I'll go with you two to Rivendell instead. I'll go back home with Robyn when she eventually leaves." Michelle and Legolas' eyes widened in fear.

"NO!" cried Michelle. "You can't!!!"

"And why not?" demanded Maria.

"Because..... because....." stumbled Michelle.

".... Because Mary-Jo has been spreading rumours about you," said Legolas, quickly. "Yeah, rumours. She, uh, says things like, um..."

"...You're a slut!" finished Michelle. "Yeah, things like that. Says you're scared of her too!"

"WHY THE LITTLE-!!!"yelled Maria. "Just you wait till I get back home!" She ran over to her horse and quickly checked the reigns and harness. She jumped on the horses back. "Chelle, thanks for being my sister. We never really got along, at all, but I did appreciate you really. Enjoy the rest of forever! Bye Legolas!" And with the she rode off.

"How random is that girl?" said Michelle after several silent minutes.

"How is it she just pops up everywhere?" asked Legolas.

"She's a freak. And she's got that thing Clare could do. Bitch."

"Good point. Scary child."

"Maybe we should head off ourselves. It'll take forever at this rate."

"But we've got forever."

"Not until we get there we haven't, now hurry up!"

It took them a further 1½ months to reach Rivendell, when they got there they were greeted with much surprise, but joy also.

"Chelle? Legolas? What are you doing here?!" cried Tafi as they rode into the courtyard. Michelle gave Legolas a look to silence him.

"We haven't seen you for ages, so we thought we'd come and visit you," she said. "And I missed the kids."

"NANNY!" came a high pitched squeak.

"Don't be silly, Ceri, Nanny's at home," said a female voice.

"AND GRANDDAD!" said an almost identical high pitched cry.

"Dalua, don't encourage your sister," said a male voice.

"But-"" said the two voices in unison, sounding as one.

"NO, buts," said the female, sternly. "I've told y- Mom?" Robyn, Ash and the twins appeared at the top of a nearby staircase.

"Yep, it's me," said Michelle. Robyn ran down the stirs.

"Why are you here?!" she squealed, flinging her arms round her mom and dad's necks.

"We got bored, so we came to say hi," said Michelle. "HI!"

"NANNY!!!" yelled Ceridwen, again.

"GRANDDAD!!!" yelled Dalua. The little boy was in total awe of his granddad, he absolutely doted on him. The Elf caught him and lifted him up as his grandson practically flew threw the air at him.

"Whoa there, little one!" said Legolas as Dalua practically strangled him.

"HIYA GRANDDAD! What're you going here? How are you? Did you bring me something? How long are you here for? How long did it take you to get here?" This line of questioning continued for about five minutes. Your average granddad would have gotten annoyed by this, but luckily for Dalua, his granddad was an Elf with an extraordinary amount of patience.

"Well, unfortunately, I haven't got anything for you this time, I'm afraid," said Legolas. "I can't believe I forgot you. You'll just have to make the most of having me and Nanny here instead. Is that ok?" Dalua sighed.

"I suppose so," he said. (E/N: Cheeky git!)

"Dalua! Don't be so cheeky!" said Robyn.

"It doesn't matter," said Legolas. "He's just excited."

"Dalua, get down. I want to give Granddad a hug," demanded Ceridwen.

"Why should I?" argued Dalua.

"He's my granddad too, you know!"

"So! I love him more than you do!!!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Dalua! Get down!"

"Shut up, Ceri!!!"

"Dalua," said Ash firmly. "Don't be mean to your sister."

"Come on, little one," said Legolas, placing him on the floor. "It's only fair. I can't have favourites, you know."

"Well, you're my favourite, Granddad!" said Dalua. "You're the bestest granddad in all the world!"

"Thank you, Dalua," he said warmly. He picked Ceridwen up. She gave him a kiss and a hug. "Hello Ceridwen."

"No, Granddad, say it properly," she said.

"Sorry. I should have remembered. Vedui, Ceridwen.

"Vedui..." she paused. "She wrinkled her nose in thought.

"It begins with 'n'," prompted Legolas.

"N... n... oh, I know, nostari atar," she said with a giggle.

"Well don," he said.

"This is news to me," said Robyn, an eyebrow raised. "When did Ceri start learning Elvish?"

"Ages ago, Mom," said Dalua. "It was when we was-"

"Were, Dalua," corrected Ash.

"We WERE at Uncle Aragorn's house and Ceri was talking to Auntie Arwen about Elves and stuff 'coz she really likes them and then Auntie Arwen said about Elvish and Ceri thought it was rally pretty," explained the young boy. "And then Auntie Arwen said about how Granddad can speak it too, so Ceri went and asked him to say some stuff and to learn it to her."

"Teach it to her," corrected Ash. Dalua sighed.

"Teach it to her," he echoed.

"Well, why weren't we informed?" asked Robyn.

"You never asked," said Michelle.

"How could I ask when I didn't know?"

"You should take more of an interest in what your daughter does."

"Don't you two start arguing," ordered Tafi.

"Why would we argue?" said mother and daughter in unison.

"I really wish they wouldn't do that," said Ash to Legolas. "It's creepy."

"I agree," said the Elf.

"Well, let's not stand in the courtyard all day," said Tafi. "Come inside, get some rest. I'm sure you're both very tired."

Michelle and Legolas decided not to tell anyone of their plans until the day before they were leaving for the Grey Havens. They decided it would spoil the atmosphere if everyone knew, and they didn't want that. A week they stayed until Michelle began to get restless again.

"We have something to tell you," said Michelle, at the end of an evening meal. "There is actually another reason why we came to see you."

"What do you mean?" asked Tafi.

"We're leaving."

"Leaving?" echoed Robyn.

"We're going to the Undying Lands," Legolas clarified. Robyn's goblet crashed to the ground.

"You're what?" she whispered after some time.

"Our time has come," said Michelle. "We have to leave now."

"No, you can't," said Robyn. "What about me and Ash? What about the children? What about your life here?"

"You don't need us anymore," said Legolas gently. "You and Ash are adults now, and the Dalua and Ceridwen still have Faramir and Éowyn."

"And our life in Middle Earth won't last much longer," said Michelle. "Not together, anyway." Robyn began to cry. Michelle walked round the table to her daughter and embraced her.

"You can't leave," she sobbed. "Mom, you can't leave. Please stay."

"It's not an option," said Michelle, quietly. "If Legolas and I are to be together properly, we have to go. If we don't, I'll die and he could too."

"Why now? Why can't you wait? It's so soon!"

"I'm getting a serious feeling of déjà vu here. Rob, I'm already 41, if we wait much longer, I'll start getting paranoid. I'll look old and he won't. My imagination will start working overtime and conjure ideas I'd rather not have. I won't be happy. If we go now, I won't be paranoid and I can forever remember what a wonderful daughter I have. I'll remember my beautiful grandchildren. And I know I'm leaving you in safe hands. Ash is a loving, kind and genuine man, who I know will take great care of you all. I've also made Aragorn promise hell look after you, not that it took any persuading. You will be fine without us."

"But you won't be here."

"You don't need me."

"Yes, I do. How can I be a good mother without you to guide me?" Michelle started to cry as well.

"You're already a brilliant mother, Robyn, you don't need a guide."

"I'm only a good mother because you're here to help me."

"Don't be silly."

"What if I told you I was pregnant?" Michelle looked shocked.

"Are you?"

"No, I just thought it might work."

"Mommy? What's wrong?" There was a small pitter-patter of feet on the wooden floor as the twins entered the dining room, hand in hand. Ceridwen's head was tilted in concern. Ash stood up and went over to his children.

"Mommy is just a bit upset at the moment, Ceri, but don't worry, Nanny will make sure she's all right," he reassured his daughter. "What's the matter?"

"Dalua had a bad dream and I couldn't help him get back to sleep," she said, watching her mother carefully.

"I want Granddad," sniffled Dalua.

"I'll put them back to bed, Ash," said Legolas. "Come on, you two." He took both their hands and led them out.

*****

"Granddad?" said Ceridwen, tentatively, as Legolas tucked them into their shared bed.

"Yes, Ceri."

"Why was mommy crying? I don't like it when mommy cried." Legolas paused. The children weren't meant to find out until the following morning, but he had to tell them something. Ceridwen would get it out of him eventually.

"Let me tell you a story," he said.

"Ooh, goodie! I like your stories," said Dalua, sitting up.

"Lie back down," instructed Legolas. Dalua did so. "Good boy. Now then, this is only part of a story that my father told me when I was a young child, for the whole tale is a very long one. It's about a place called Arda. Now Arda is an extremely beautiful land created by the great Eru for the Valar. They protected it and tended the earth and grew the beasts that made the land so beautiful. And after a time, the Elves the very first to be born, came to live in Arda, making it even more beautiful. They arrived on great ships and the Valar rejoiced. This happened thousands and thousands and thousands of years ago, long before I was born. In that time, some of the Elves returned to Middle Earth, they were called the Noldor, and some stayed. But now, when my people grow tired of living for so long, because some of us live for very long indeed, they go to a place called the Grey Havens. There, there are big ships waiting to take them back to Arda. And any mortal lucky-"

"What's a mortal?" asked Dalua, sleepily.

"People who die from being really old, like we will," sad Ceridwen, just as sleepily.

"That's right, Ceri. It's said that any mortal lucky enough to go to Arda will stop aging. They won't get any older and they'll never die. So, not only is it beautiful and joyous to live in, you will never die there. But the only bad thing is now, you can never come back."

"Is it a bit like heaven?" asked Dalua.

"In a way, yes," said Legolas. Although extraordinarily tired, Ceridwen began to think. She was a very clever child, much more so than her brother, and she caught onto things very quickly.

"You and Nanny are leaving, aren't you, Granddad?" she asked. Legolas kissed each child's forehead.

"Sleep now," he whispered. He silently left the room and closed the door.

He returned to the dining room to find it empty, so he presumed they would be in what used to be the Hall of Fire, which at one time would have been filled with the laughter and song of his people and kin. He smiled grimly. It was quite saddening really, but he knew he would be seeing them all soon, in Arda, so that filled him with some joy.

Sure enough, when he entered, he found his four companions, along with several of Tafi's colourful 'subjects'. Every head turned to face him as he entered.

"Are they asleep?" asked Robyn, still sobbing slightly.

"Yes," replied Legolas. "They were out like a light the moment I left the room." Legolas went and sat next to his daughter, putting an arm around her shoulders.

"Can't you even wait a few more years?" she asked. "Can't you even wait until they've grown up properly?"

"I'm afraid not," said the Elf. "There is no more time for us here, Robyn."

"When are you leaving Rivendell?" Michelle and Legolas looked at one another. They were going to have a seriously distraught daughter on their hands.

"Tomorrow."

"TOMORROW?!?!" cried Robyn. (E/N: She's going to wake the kids again at this rate!) "Why so soon? Why can't it wait? If you won't wait a few years, at least wait a couple more days!"

"No, Rob, we leave tomorrow," said Michelle. "We have known this since we arrived. We leave tomorrow evening. We'll spend one last day with you before we go."

"Let me go with you! I don't want to lose you both. Let me go to the Undying Lands with you!"

"You're needed here, Robyn," said Legolas. "You can't go."

"Then let us at least go with you to the Grey Havens. Let us at least see you off."

"Very well. I suppose it's only fair," said Michelle.

The following day, they explained the situation to the children, although it turned out they'd figured out the basics themselves from 'Granddad's story'. Apparently, after Legolas had left the room, Dalua had been full of questions that Ceridwen had attempted to answer. But, despite this, Dalua was still extremely upset to learn fully of the loss of his grandfather.

"We're not leaving until this evening," said Legolas to the crying twins. "And even then, you're coming with us to the Grey Havens. Do you remember me telling you that, Ceri?"

"That's where the big ships are that you and nanny are going to get on," she sobbed.

"That's right."

"And you can't come back," said Dalua.

"No, we can't," said Michelle. "But we'll never ever forget you. We lover you very, very much and we never want you to forget that."

"We love you too, Nanny," said Ceridwen, hugging Michelle. "We won't forget, will we, Dalua?"

"No, not ever!" he said, hugging Legolas.

They spent the day doing things the twins wanted to do, playing silly games like hide and seek and tag (E/N: Can you really imagine the graceful Master Legolas playing tag? Lolz!) But they all knew when the sun began to set that the time had come. The fun was over, it was time for them to leave.

"Are you ready?" asked Tafi, trying her hardest not to cry. She couldn't go with them, so this would be the last time she ever saw her best friend.

"Yes," said Michelle, trying equally as hard. "I'll miss you." They hugged fiercely.

"And I shall miss you," wept Tafi, quietly. She hugged Legolas. "You'd better look after her."

"I will," he promised. She wiped away a few rogue tears.

"And I'll be seeing the rest of you soon," she said. "Dalua, Ceri, be good or won't be able to come and see me again."

"We will, Auntie Tafi," they chorused. And without another word, the six family members rode off.

Three weeks later, nearing sunset, the family rode into the dock. The twins eyes widened and their mouths dropped at the sight of a HUGE ship. Even as their parents help them to dismount, they couldn't tear their eyes away.

"Wooooooooooow," they said together. "Biiiig." Robyn smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. How could she be happy when her mother, the best friend she'd ever had, was leaving forever? It didn't seem right that everything was going on as usual. Why wasn't everyone mourning?

"At least you get to say goodbye," said Legolas, as though reading her thoughts. "Some people aren't that fortunate."

"But it doesn't seem fair," she said. "We shouldn't have to be split apart like this. Eru is a cruel man. Whether it's because Elves are immortal and we are not, or be it that he brought you together, it's cruel."

"I'd say the first," said Michelle. They looked at her. "For had he not brought us together, you wouldn't have such a wonderful father."

"Stepfather," said Legolas, sadly.

"No, YOU are my real father," said Robyn., hugging him tightly. "And I'll miss you no less than I'll miss Mom. I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, Robyn."

"Oh, would you two stop it! You've set me off again," said Michelle, crying into a confused and rather worried looking Ash's shoulder.

"Are you going to get on that big boat, Granddad?" Dalua asked.

"It's called a ship, Dalua, and I've already told you twice," said Ceridwen, indignantly.

"I don't care what it's called, Ceridwen. And I'm asking Granddad anyway."

"Yes we are," laughed Legolas. He would miss his grandchildren terribly. Their constant squabbling and yet the limitless love they shared. He would miss the sound of their laughter and constant talking. They both went over to hug him.

"I'm going first," said Ceridwen.

"No, I am," said Dalua.

"No, me!"

"No, me!"

ME!"

"You can both hug me at the same time," said Legolas, settling the argument. Círdan the Shipwright approached them. When the twins turned, they both gaped in awe, as children do, especially at his long, grey beard.

"The ship awaits you," he said.

"We shall board in a moment," said Legolas. "Well then, this is it."

"The end of an era," said Ash.

"And the start of one," said Robyn, smiling at her son and daughter.

"What experiences we've had," said Legolas.

"We'll never forget any of them," said Michelle. (E/N: Yes, I'm reminiscing. Just let me be, ok? ^_^) "None of you forget that I love you. We love you."

"We won't," Robyn vowed.

"Good bye," said Legolas and Michelle.

"Bye Nanny! Bye Granddad!" called the twins in unison, and they began to cry.

"We'll always be with you in heart and mind," cried Michelle as she boarded the ship. "I LOVE ALL!!!"

"I love you, Mom," Robyn whispered, before letting Ash fold his arms around her. A few silent minutes passed before the ship finally began to pull away. After another minute or minute, it had completely disappeared into the fog that was starting to congregate around the dock.

"So the legacy ends."

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E/N: I hope you all enjoyed reading this trilogy as much as I did writing it. Thank you, everyone!

For the last time: Luvs Elfie xXxXx