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A/N: This is it. The very final chapter. Thank you so much for all the support with this fanfic. I really do appreciate it. I can't believe this is it but I have loved writing this and getting your opinion on it. Thanks again. There's a small preview of the new fic at the end of this chapter. I hope you like it as much as this one.
Kristina: Well, no obviously that wasn't the end. As if I would leave it at that. Enjoy the last chapter.
The-Serious-Padfoot: I'm sorry I made you cry again. Maybe I will get a Legolas action figure. If they really help it'll be worth it, plus I can just stare at it all day. I get a re-read? Wow.
sad sad person: The best you've ever read, wow, thank you so much, that's a real honour considering some of the great work I've read. I hope you're not too sad to finish the story.
Kel: Well, it is sad that Legolas and Aragorn are separated but they never really will be. They loved each other so much that that love could never die, not even when one of them did. As for reuniting them, I don't know about that, maybe one day I'll write an epilogue but I hadn't planned on it. It is sad to think it's over but as they say, everything must come to an end eventually but maybe they will be reunited in another life, and their love can go on forever. If you liked this one you should read the new one coming out soon, not quite as much of Aragorn but plenty of Legolas and loads of angst.
Mistal, Autumn Priestess: Not the end. And yes he died. This is the last chapter though. Don't worry I'll be doing another angst story very soon.
KitsuneRW: He can be dead, here's the other chapter and I'm glad you thought it was sad, just as it was written to be.
Legoviel: Thank you and thank you. Amazing? I like that. Thanks so much, very high praise. Hope you like this and the new fic.
Bluewater: Thanks. I would have loved for Legolas to have lived but that's just how the story evolved. As for cruel or unbelievable, well I'd prefer great or wonderful but.I'm only joking of course. I hate to be cruel but well, people seem to like.
Lynda: Thank you. Sorry for making you cry.
A/N: I really can't believe how successful this fanfic has been and I have to thank everyone for being so brilliant about this story. Not bad for something I thought of at about one o'clock in the morning. Once again thank you so much. I hope you all like the last chapter, I know I enjoyed writing this fanfic so much and it's sad that it's over but there's a new one coming soon. Okay enough of me, here's the last chapter. (Before I go I would just like to say that Legolas looks so good at the end of ROTK it just popped into my mind just then.)
Ch 21 A father's grief
The messenger rode quickly towards Mirkwood carrying Legolas' letter. He had been ordered to deliver it to the Elf king immediately. He had been surprised at the strict instructions and the harsh way they had been delivered by Elrond.
He dismounted when he came to the gates of the palace and greeted the Mirkwood guards with bows, which were returned with a false respect.
"I come baring a message for Kind Thranduil of Mirkwood from Imladris." The messenger declared.
"We will see he gets it." The guard said coldly, holding out his hand to take the message from the messenger.
"My orders are to deliver this to King Thranduil personally." The messenger stood firmly, determined to do as his Lord had demanded. Also he knew the letter had something to do with Prince Legolas, although he had not been told the details he had been given strict instructions on how to deliver the message.
"I cannot let you pass into the palace without my Lord's permission." One of the guards said coldly.
"The letter is concerning Prince Legolas. Please King Thranduil needs to see this."
For a moment the guards hesitated before stepping aside and allowing the Imladris messenger to pass through with no further trouble.
The messenger bowed as Thranduil stood to take the letter from him.
"You say this is from my son?" Thranduil questioned, looking at the letter with fright evident on his face.
"I do not know what the message is about my Lord. All I know is that it is important. Excuse me." The messenger bowed and left silently.
Thranduil looked at the letter as if it contained something awful. News from Rivendell. Thranduil didn't even need to open the crème coloured envelope to know it was about Legolas. Suddenly the envelope felt unusually heavy and Thranduil sat on his throne wishing he didn't have to read the letter. Ever since he had visited Rivendell and leaned of Legolas' coming death. He had been expecting the news of his son's death but now he was faced with it he dreaded what the letter might say. He turned the letter over in his hands. He stopped when he came to the handwritten name on the front. "Ada." It wasn't Legolas' writing but it was no less elaborate. He traced the word with his finger before turning the letter over and opening the seal gently. He couldn't understand why he was suddenly so nervous about what he was going to read.
He allowed the envelope to fall to the floor as he carefully unfolded the paper, making sure he didn't crease the paper. He breathed in the smell of Imladris and his son. He missed the feeling of being close to Legolas. Thranduil had regretted what he said in Rivendell. He regretted that Legolas thought Elrond the better father. He pulled himself from his thoughts and began reading.
Dear Ada,
I am writing this because I know what I said was wrong and I wanted to explain why I said it. Firstly, I love you, I always have, even when I left Mirkwood. I didn't mean to hurt you now or when I left with Aragorn. You must understand that I love him, that will never change no matter what you say or do. I never wanted to leave home but Aragorn means too much for me to lose, especially now. I love him Ada, you must understand that. I know you don't approve but I will not apologise for him or for my love for him. He is my light in the dark. I am just sorry that you can't see that.
You must not blame Aragorn for any of this, it is not his fault, he saved me, in every possible way. You should be thankful without him the poison would have taken me too quickly. Please do not be angry with him. Remember that whether you like it or not we are bound together, not just by love any more but by the law of Imladris and the word of Lord Elrond. We are married now, nothing can change that, not even your hatred could destroy our love and now that love is only strengthened. I would give you the details but I fear you will not appreciate them. I will tell you that I have never been happier, regretfully even in my time with you.
I can no longer go outside into the world you know I love, Lord Elrond insists that I should remain in bed and I fear it is useless to protest. Still I long to stand amongst the fresh forests of Mirkwood and breathe in the scents of the palace of the King. I know this is not possible. Aragorn stays with me though. He says he will not leave for which I am very grateful.
I know not why I wanted to write this so much and I know that by now both you and Aragorn must be confused by this. My only answer to you is that I love you. I would do anything for you but I will not give up my love, my husband just because you do not approve of him.
My main purpose though is to apologise to you for what I said. I know it was wrong and I wish I could blame the poison for my insensitivity towards you. No matter who tries to deny it I am your son and you are my father. I know nothing can break this bond although it seems ironic that the other man in my life is what comes between us now.
I ask only this of you, do not hate Aragorn or me for our actions. Forgive him and accept him as your family, because that's what he is now. Your son in law. I beg you do not be angry with him. I love him, even in death and I can only hope that one day you will accept him into your.our family.
Remember that I love you Ada. Nothing will ever change that and I would never exchange you for anything, not even Lord Elrond.
Namarie.
Legolas.
Legolas Prince of Mirkwood died one week ago. Regards and sympathy from all Imladris. Lord Elrond of Rivendell.
Thranduil's hands shook as he read those last lines over and over again. His son was dead, it had really happened. Even though it was expected the reality of it hit him harder than he could ever have imagined. He allowed the tears to fall on the delicate writing as he continued to read his son's heartfelt words again. He longed to tell his son that he hadn't meant what he said in Imladris. He wanted to hold his son in his arms and tell him that he'd be alright. The letter was no comfort to him. The words although beautifully written felt cold, lifeless. Thranduil couldn't stop the sob that escaped him when his advisor entered seeking the King. Thranduil covered his face with his hands and allowed the letter to fall to the ground. His advisor came warily to his side and put a hand on his shoulder.
"My Lord what is it?" Asked the slightly uncomfortable Elf.
" My.my son, he's.dead." Thranduil leaned on his slightly startled advisor and cried into his tunic. "Legolas is dead."
"I am so sorry My Lord. I didn't know." The advisor calmed him and managed to get the distraught King to his chambers. They had ignored the shocked looks from the residents of the palace.
"I never got to say goodbye." Thranduil said before falling asleep in his bed. The advisor watched over his King, just as he had done when he was younger.
"Sleep well my Lord." He said before leaving his King to rest.
**
In Rivendell a lone figure stood silently in the rain outside the tomb of Legolas. His black mourning cloak blew around in the wind. He was dressed entirely in black. Despite the driving rain and the freezing cold Aragorn stood firm not wanting to leave his beloved. He longed to hear that melodic laugh ringing through the forest. He knew he never would. Tears mixed with rain but this didn't make his grief any less obvious. He fell to his knees not caring about the mud that covered him. He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Elrond stood before him.
"He wouldn't want you to do this Estel." Elrond shouted above the wind. "Come inside."
He helped his son up and led him back to the house. All was quiet except the howling wind as the grey stone stood alone, sad and alone. Inside lay the body of the golden Prince of Mirkwood, a name that would be spoken with joy, and sorrow, throughout Imladris for years to come.
Prince Legolas of Mirkwood.
LEGOLAS AND ARAGORN
FOREVER
IN LOVE.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: So sad, the last chapter. I love writing sequels but I think I'm going to leave this one as it is and let you figure out what happens to Aragorn afterwards.
Thank you so much to everyone that has reviewed. I loved receiving them and I hope it was a good fanfic. I hope to be writing more of these Legolas angst things so watch this space.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Like I promised here's a small preview of the latest fanfic.
Passing Shadows: The guards were tying a rope around the Elf's hands a little too roughly. The blonde figure stood before him was covered in dirt and blood and was crying and struggling, begging for the guards to let him go. Elrond snapped into action.
He walked up to the Elf who was now standing still although it seemed as though it was the guards and pride that were keeping him from falling to his knees. It was true the Elf didn't look in good condition. His hair was covered in a mixture of blood and dirt. The usually bright golden hair was tangled and wet. His clothes were slightly ripped with spots of blood showing. His body was shaking and wet, either from rain or sweat. His whole self seemed to radiate fear. He stopped struggling when Elrond stood before him.
"Who are you and why do you come to Imladris?" Elrond asked, trying desperately to sound both firm and kind.
**
That should be up by next Sunday. I hope to see you there.
A/N: This is it. The very final chapter. Thank you so much for all the support with this fanfic. I really do appreciate it. I can't believe this is it but I have loved writing this and getting your opinion on it. Thanks again. There's a small preview of the new fic at the end of this chapter. I hope you like it as much as this one.
Kristina: Well, no obviously that wasn't the end. As if I would leave it at that. Enjoy the last chapter.
The-Serious-Padfoot: I'm sorry I made you cry again. Maybe I will get a Legolas action figure. If they really help it'll be worth it, plus I can just stare at it all day. I get a re-read? Wow.
sad sad person: The best you've ever read, wow, thank you so much, that's a real honour considering some of the great work I've read. I hope you're not too sad to finish the story.
Kel: Well, it is sad that Legolas and Aragorn are separated but they never really will be. They loved each other so much that that love could never die, not even when one of them did. As for reuniting them, I don't know about that, maybe one day I'll write an epilogue but I hadn't planned on it. It is sad to think it's over but as they say, everything must come to an end eventually but maybe they will be reunited in another life, and their love can go on forever. If you liked this one you should read the new one coming out soon, not quite as much of Aragorn but plenty of Legolas and loads of angst.
Mistal, Autumn Priestess: Not the end. And yes he died. This is the last chapter though. Don't worry I'll be doing another angst story very soon.
KitsuneRW: He can be dead, here's the other chapter and I'm glad you thought it was sad, just as it was written to be.
Legoviel: Thank you and thank you. Amazing? I like that. Thanks so much, very high praise. Hope you like this and the new fic.
Bluewater: Thanks. I would have loved for Legolas to have lived but that's just how the story evolved. As for cruel or unbelievable, well I'd prefer great or wonderful but.I'm only joking of course. I hate to be cruel but well, people seem to like.
Lynda: Thank you. Sorry for making you cry.
A/N: I really can't believe how successful this fanfic has been and I have to thank everyone for being so brilliant about this story. Not bad for something I thought of at about one o'clock in the morning. Once again thank you so much. I hope you all like the last chapter, I know I enjoyed writing this fanfic so much and it's sad that it's over but there's a new one coming soon. Okay enough of me, here's the last chapter. (Before I go I would just like to say that Legolas looks so good at the end of ROTK it just popped into my mind just then.)
Ch 21 A father's grief
The messenger rode quickly towards Mirkwood carrying Legolas' letter. He had been ordered to deliver it to the Elf king immediately. He had been surprised at the strict instructions and the harsh way they had been delivered by Elrond.
He dismounted when he came to the gates of the palace and greeted the Mirkwood guards with bows, which were returned with a false respect.
"I come baring a message for Kind Thranduil of Mirkwood from Imladris." The messenger declared.
"We will see he gets it." The guard said coldly, holding out his hand to take the message from the messenger.
"My orders are to deliver this to King Thranduil personally." The messenger stood firmly, determined to do as his Lord had demanded. Also he knew the letter had something to do with Prince Legolas, although he had not been told the details he had been given strict instructions on how to deliver the message.
"I cannot let you pass into the palace without my Lord's permission." One of the guards said coldly.
"The letter is concerning Prince Legolas. Please King Thranduil needs to see this."
For a moment the guards hesitated before stepping aside and allowing the Imladris messenger to pass through with no further trouble.
The messenger bowed as Thranduil stood to take the letter from him.
"You say this is from my son?" Thranduil questioned, looking at the letter with fright evident on his face.
"I do not know what the message is about my Lord. All I know is that it is important. Excuse me." The messenger bowed and left silently.
Thranduil looked at the letter as if it contained something awful. News from Rivendell. Thranduil didn't even need to open the crème coloured envelope to know it was about Legolas. Suddenly the envelope felt unusually heavy and Thranduil sat on his throne wishing he didn't have to read the letter. Ever since he had visited Rivendell and leaned of Legolas' coming death. He had been expecting the news of his son's death but now he was faced with it he dreaded what the letter might say. He turned the letter over in his hands. He stopped when he came to the handwritten name on the front. "Ada." It wasn't Legolas' writing but it was no less elaborate. He traced the word with his finger before turning the letter over and opening the seal gently. He couldn't understand why he was suddenly so nervous about what he was going to read.
He allowed the envelope to fall to the floor as he carefully unfolded the paper, making sure he didn't crease the paper. He breathed in the smell of Imladris and his son. He missed the feeling of being close to Legolas. Thranduil had regretted what he said in Rivendell. He regretted that Legolas thought Elrond the better father. He pulled himself from his thoughts and began reading.
Dear Ada,
I am writing this because I know what I said was wrong and I wanted to explain why I said it. Firstly, I love you, I always have, even when I left Mirkwood. I didn't mean to hurt you now or when I left with Aragorn. You must understand that I love him, that will never change no matter what you say or do. I never wanted to leave home but Aragorn means too much for me to lose, especially now. I love him Ada, you must understand that. I know you don't approve but I will not apologise for him or for my love for him. He is my light in the dark. I am just sorry that you can't see that.
You must not blame Aragorn for any of this, it is not his fault, he saved me, in every possible way. You should be thankful without him the poison would have taken me too quickly. Please do not be angry with him. Remember that whether you like it or not we are bound together, not just by love any more but by the law of Imladris and the word of Lord Elrond. We are married now, nothing can change that, not even your hatred could destroy our love and now that love is only strengthened. I would give you the details but I fear you will not appreciate them. I will tell you that I have never been happier, regretfully even in my time with you.
I can no longer go outside into the world you know I love, Lord Elrond insists that I should remain in bed and I fear it is useless to protest. Still I long to stand amongst the fresh forests of Mirkwood and breathe in the scents of the palace of the King. I know this is not possible. Aragorn stays with me though. He says he will not leave for which I am very grateful.
I know not why I wanted to write this so much and I know that by now both you and Aragorn must be confused by this. My only answer to you is that I love you. I would do anything for you but I will not give up my love, my husband just because you do not approve of him.
My main purpose though is to apologise to you for what I said. I know it was wrong and I wish I could blame the poison for my insensitivity towards you. No matter who tries to deny it I am your son and you are my father. I know nothing can break this bond although it seems ironic that the other man in my life is what comes between us now.
I ask only this of you, do not hate Aragorn or me for our actions. Forgive him and accept him as your family, because that's what he is now. Your son in law. I beg you do not be angry with him. I love him, even in death and I can only hope that one day you will accept him into your.our family.
Remember that I love you Ada. Nothing will ever change that and I would never exchange you for anything, not even Lord Elrond.
Namarie.
Legolas.
Legolas Prince of Mirkwood died one week ago. Regards and sympathy from all Imladris. Lord Elrond of Rivendell.
Thranduil's hands shook as he read those last lines over and over again. His son was dead, it had really happened. Even though it was expected the reality of it hit him harder than he could ever have imagined. He allowed the tears to fall on the delicate writing as he continued to read his son's heartfelt words again. He longed to tell his son that he hadn't meant what he said in Imladris. He wanted to hold his son in his arms and tell him that he'd be alright. The letter was no comfort to him. The words although beautifully written felt cold, lifeless. Thranduil couldn't stop the sob that escaped him when his advisor entered seeking the King. Thranduil covered his face with his hands and allowed the letter to fall to the ground. His advisor came warily to his side and put a hand on his shoulder.
"My Lord what is it?" Asked the slightly uncomfortable Elf.
" My.my son, he's.dead." Thranduil leaned on his slightly startled advisor and cried into his tunic. "Legolas is dead."
"I am so sorry My Lord. I didn't know." The advisor calmed him and managed to get the distraught King to his chambers. They had ignored the shocked looks from the residents of the palace.
"I never got to say goodbye." Thranduil said before falling asleep in his bed. The advisor watched over his King, just as he had done when he was younger.
"Sleep well my Lord." He said before leaving his King to rest.
**
In Rivendell a lone figure stood silently in the rain outside the tomb of Legolas. His black mourning cloak blew around in the wind. He was dressed entirely in black. Despite the driving rain and the freezing cold Aragorn stood firm not wanting to leave his beloved. He longed to hear that melodic laugh ringing through the forest. He knew he never would. Tears mixed with rain but this didn't make his grief any less obvious. He fell to his knees not caring about the mud that covered him. He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Elrond stood before him.
"He wouldn't want you to do this Estel." Elrond shouted above the wind. "Come inside."
He helped his son up and led him back to the house. All was quiet except the howling wind as the grey stone stood alone, sad and alone. Inside lay the body of the golden Prince of Mirkwood, a name that would be spoken with joy, and sorrow, throughout Imladris for years to come.
Prince Legolas of Mirkwood.
LEGOLAS AND ARAGORN
FOREVER
IN LOVE.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: So sad, the last chapter. I love writing sequels but I think I'm going to leave this one as it is and let you figure out what happens to Aragorn afterwards.
Thank you so much to everyone that has reviewed. I loved receiving them and I hope it was a good fanfic. I hope to be writing more of these Legolas angst things so watch this space.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Like I promised here's a small preview of the latest fanfic.
Passing Shadows: The guards were tying a rope around the Elf's hands a little too roughly. The blonde figure stood before him was covered in dirt and blood and was crying and struggling, begging for the guards to let him go. Elrond snapped into action.
He walked up to the Elf who was now standing still although it seemed as though it was the guards and pride that were keeping him from falling to his knees. It was true the Elf didn't look in good condition. His hair was covered in a mixture of blood and dirt. The usually bright golden hair was tangled and wet. His clothes were slightly ripped with spots of blood showing. His body was shaking and wet, either from rain or sweat. His whole self seemed to radiate fear. He stopped struggling when Elrond stood before him.
"Who are you and why do you come to Imladris?" Elrond asked, trying desperately to sound both firm and kind.
**
That should be up by next Sunday. I hope to see you there.