"What is it, Gandalf? What must we do?" The King demanded as soon as he heard this.

"It is a complicated spell that we must undertake to do this. I will need assistance from all of you."

"We will do it!" Frodo said determinedly. "I will not have my friend suffer anymore than he has."

Gandalf then explained exactly what each of them was to do. The Wizard was right, everyone realized. The spell was indeed difficult. But, they were going to try their best. And with that, they prepared for what was ahead.

An hour or so later, they had everything they needed to begin.

"Are we all ready?" Gandalf asked.

"Yes, we are." Christine answered.

"Now, remember, all of you must perform your tasks completely in sync with each other. Otherwise, this spell will lose its necessary potency to work properly." Everyone nodded, understanding his words.

Legolas watched as the spell began. His father was to his left, holding an ancient book in his hands and chanting some ancient words. Christine was to his right sprinkling some sort of dust around him. Frodo was laying rocks in an unusual pattern in time with certain words that his father was chanting. Gandalf stood just behind Christine. He was concentrating, channeling his magic into the spell.

Legolas stood still not wanting to hinder their efforts, but he couldn't help but be fascinated by it all. 'Always the curious Elf.' His father would say if he knew that he was thinking.

Just then, Thranduil shouted a word that Legolas figured meant the spell was at its end. He was right. A large white light filled the room and was gone as if it had never appeared.

Legolas closed his eyes, fearing to look in the mirror and see what he had been turned into this time. Slowly, however, he did open his eyes. He started as he took in his reflection. He was himself again! He touched his hair, face, and ears just to make sure it wasn't a trick of some kind. No, it was real. A large smile spread across the Elf's face.

"We did it!" Christine exclaimed excitedly.

Gandalf smiled. "We did indeed. You all were immensely helpful and should be very proud of yourselves."

Legolas quickly stood up from his place on the floor and joyfully hugged his friends, then his father.

"Oh, how we worried about you." Thranduil said, his voice full of emotion.

Legolas gave him a tearful smile. "I do love you father and I shall take my place as King here. I will not run from it anymore."

Thranduil hugged his son once again. "I do love you too and I will not force this upon you, my son. I did some deep thinking during this mess and I realized that I would be burdening your soul if you were forced to undertake being King. Your heart, I have realized, is in being free. I will not watch the light of your happiness fade from your eyes."

Legolas couldn't believe what his father was telling him. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes, Legolas. I am sure. There is no question of that."

Legolas smiled at his father gratefully. "Thank you." He whispered. "You are welcome." The King of Mirkwood said simply.

And with that, the King decreed that there would a party in honor of the Prince. Joyful cheering filled the palace for the first time in days.

***One Month Later***

Christine let out a gasp. Thranduil, Legolas, and Frodo all turned to look at her.

"The baby's coming!" Christine breathed out cradling her stomach. All three of them plus several Elf nurses helped her into the Royal Birthing Room.

Legolas bit back a laugh as Frodo worried himself silly about Christine. "It's alright by friend. She's in good hands."

Frodo nodded, but still looked nervous anyway. That's when he noticed a very knowing look on Thranduil's face. The Hobbit envied him for he had gone through this before and knew what to expect.

"Legolas is right, all will be well. Your wife is in good hands, Frodo. Those nurses are the finest in Mirkwood."

Frodo let out a breath, feeling slightly better. "But I still worry anyway."

Thranduil nodded in understanding. "It is alright. I worried myself silly when my wife was giving birth to Legolas."

Frodo gave a small smile then went to hold his wife's hand to comfort her.

"Frodo," Christine grunted as the contractions hit her once more. "If you ever so much as even think about having children again, I will personally crush your vitals with my bare hands!"

Frodo jumped back, colliding with Legolas's chest. Legolas steadied him.

Thranduil chuckled. "Ah, my wife said the same to me. Do not worry Frodo, they do not mean that. It is because the birthing, sadly, is inevitably painful at certain times."

Frodo sighed. Still, he didn't venture near her for fear that she might come through with her threat while the process was still going on. Thranduil smiled, not blaming the Hobbit one little bit.

As it went on, they all grew shocked at the words that came out of Christine's mouth at the final phase of delivery. Never had they imagined she knew so many curse words.

Minutes later, the sounds of a baby's cries could be heard along with the cheers of everyone in the room.

Frodo rushed to his wife's side so that he could see the baby. He smiled as sharp green eyes stared back at him.

"It's a girl." Frodo said. Christine nodded and laughed.

"What are you going to name her?" Legolas asked.

Christine stared down at her baby and thought for a long moment. Then she said, "Sarah."

"That's a lovely name!" Thranduil said, smiling. "What does it mean?" "It doesn't have a meaning. It's my Aunt's name."

"I like it too." Frodo said. "Our little Sarah." He murmured, then stroked the baby's head.

Legolas smiled warmly at his friends. They had what they had always wanted and so did he. Life just couldn't get any better.

***THE END***