***Chapter? I don't remember...this is getting outta hand.
***Some High-up Room in Minus Tirith***
Legolas awoke feeling the warmth of the late morning sun on his skin. As much as he could tell, he was laying in a plush bed, his hands at his sides and above the covers. For a moment he wondered if he was in the second- life, but when he felt the pain in his chest he considered it unlikely. Then he wondered if he was again at home in his room at Mirkwood, but since the ceiling was darkened slightly darkened from candle-wax that was ruled out also. He had to be in Gondor.
Turning his head to his left, Legolas saw Gimli. The poor dwarf was sound asleep in his chair, and it was then that he remembered being wounded and the whole painful experience. That is, until he blacked out, after that there was only blank. "Gimli." He said softly.
The dwarf only snored in his sleep.
"Gimli!" Legolas said, this time with a little bit more voice to it.
Gimli snorted, jolting awake.
Legolas smiled weakly at his friend.
Gimli sat up, his eyes wide, and his mouth dropping open a little bit.
"Final count," Legolas whispered. "Eighty-five."
Gimli laughed, shaking his head."That aint the half of it laddie." He nodded to the other side of the room.
Slowly turning his head, Legolas met the gaze of a woman with semi-long dark brown hair, and beautiful green eyes. He took in a sharp breath, "Orian!"
Orian, now wearing a light purple dress after discarding her armor, was leaning over his bed.
Legolas sat up quickly, ignoring the pain, drawing her into a tight embrace. And then pressing his lips against hers. "They told me I had lost you." He whispered after a moment.
"They were wrong." Orian answered.
Legolas didn't lay back again, but kept his arms around her, their faces inches apart. "Cormamin lindua ele lle" He whispered. *My heart sings to see thee.*
Orian smiled, leaning her forehead against his. "Cormamin lindua itath siree." She whispered. *So does mine, for it belongs to you.* Legolas laughed shakily, pulling her to him even more tightly than ever before. Orian wrapped her arms around his waist, blinking away joyful tears into his new blue shirt. Legolas had thought he had lost her, and knew he would never want to loose her ever again. And he didn't. Because even now, on some faraway white shore, they both still live. If you're on the seashore early enough in the morning, you might hear their laughter on an ocean breeze.
***LATER**
Gimli had protested loudly, but still Legolas had won the argument. So the two elves and dwarf walked along the walkways of the mighty castle of Minus Tirith.
Legolas walked slowly along the walkway, he was still weak, and didn't want to fall. As it was he could walk well enough, just slowly. Already he could hear the sounds of laughter coming from a room they were approaching. Gimli, who was unable to hold himself back, walked briskly to the bedroom door, and entered in.
Orian and Legolas came to a halt outside of it. "Do you want to come too?" Legolas asked.
Orian glanced through the doorway, and shook her head. "This is for the Fellowship." She said. "I'll wait outside."
Legolas smiled, taking both of her hands in his own and kissing her lightly on the forehead. "I will return shortly."
Orian nodded, watching as Legolas turned and went into the door. Sighing, she sat down on a bench next to the doorway. She heard the happy voices of the Hobbits and the deep chuckling that came from Gandalf.
Eventually, Legolas reemerged from the room, laughing. Tiredly, he sat down next to her, and leaned heavily against the stone wall.
"So this is when it ends." Orian said, leaning on Legolas's shoulder.
Legolas sighed. "For the war, yes. But for everything else, no." He smiled. "Middle-Earth will go on, and again become strong. Aragorn will be a great king, and Rohan will have Eomir for a king also. Both are good men, and both countries will prosper."
Orian reached over, taking Legolas's large hand in her own. "Middle-Earth is saved."
"Yes." Legolas said quietly.
"And what of the Mirkwood Prince?" Orian asked.
"Him?" Legolas laughed. "He will soon be a prince of nothing, because once he has sailed to the Undying Lands he will be nothing."
"But what about right now?" Orian asked, looking up at him.
Legolas looked at the far wall. "He is content. But what would make him even more so is that a certain lady would-" He paused, then turned to look down at her. "What I mean to say is, would you marry me?"
Orian was somewhat surprised, but her face didn't show it. "Yes." She answered. "I will."
Legolas chuckled. Reaching over, he lifted her chin with his hand, and brushed his lips over hers in a kiss. They had done what they had set out to do. Both of them had. And now that the sorrow and strife was over, there was going to be happiness. For Men it would last until the end of their days, but for Legolas and Orian, it would last forever.
The End
(A.N. hmmm... what do you think? The Epilog is coming soon. I hope you enjoyed. You guys are just great reviewers, I hope you liked reading it as much as I like writing it. Adios!) -California Mountain Girl
***Some High-up Room in Minus Tirith***
Legolas awoke feeling the warmth of the late morning sun on his skin. As much as he could tell, he was laying in a plush bed, his hands at his sides and above the covers. For a moment he wondered if he was in the second- life, but when he felt the pain in his chest he considered it unlikely. Then he wondered if he was again at home in his room at Mirkwood, but since the ceiling was darkened slightly darkened from candle-wax that was ruled out also. He had to be in Gondor.
Turning his head to his left, Legolas saw Gimli. The poor dwarf was sound asleep in his chair, and it was then that he remembered being wounded and the whole painful experience. That is, until he blacked out, after that there was only blank. "Gimli." He said softly.
The dwarf only snored in his sleep.
"Gimli!" Legolas said, this time with a little bit more voice to it.
Gimli snorted, jolting awake.
Legolas smiled weakly at his friend.
Gimli sat up, his eyes wide, and his mouth dropping open a little bit.
"Final count," Legolas whispered. "Eighty-five."
Gimli laughed, shaking his head."That aint the half of it laddie." He nodded to the other side of the room.
Slowly turning his head, Legolas met the gaze of a woman with semi-long dark brown hair, and beautiful green eyes. He took in a sharp breath, "Orian!"
Orian, now wearing a light purple dress after discarding her armor, was leaning over his bed.
Legolas sat up quickly, ignoring the pain, drawing her into a tight embrace. And then pressing his lips against hers. "They told me I had lost you." He whispered after a moment.
"They were wrong." Orian answered.
Legolas didn't lay back again, but kept his arms around her, their faces inches apart. "Cormamin lindua ele lle" He whispered. *My heart sings to see thee.*
Orian smiled, leaning her forehead against his. "Cormamin lindua itath siree." She whispered. *So does mine, for it belongs to you.* Legolas laughed shakily, pulling her to him even more tightly than ever before. Orian wrapped her arms around his waist, blinking away joyful tears into his new blue shirt. Legolas had thought he had lost her, and knew he would never want to loose her ever again. And he didn't. Because even now, on some faraway white shore, they both still live. If you're on the seashore early enough in the morning, you might hear their laughter on an ocean breeze.
***LATER**
Gimli had protested loudly, but still Legolas had won the argument. So the two elves and dwarf walked along the walkways of the mighty castle of Minus Tirith.
Legolas walked slowly along the walkway, he was still weak, and didn't want to fall. As it was he could walk well enough, just slowly. Already he could hear the sounds of laughter coming from a room they were approaching. Gimli, who was unable to hold himself back, walked briskly to the bedroom door, and entered in.
Orian and Legolas came to a halt outside of it. "Do you want to come too?" Legolas asked.
Orian glanced through the doorway, and shook her head. "This is for the Fellowship." She said. "I'll wait outside."
Legolas smiled, taking both of her hands in his own and kissing her lightly on the forehead. "I will return shortly."
Orian nodded, watching as Legolas turned and went into the door. Sighing, she sat down on a bench next to the doorway. She heard the happy voices of the Hobbits and the deep chuckling that came from Gandalf.
Eventually, Legolas reemerged from the room, laughing. Tiredly, he sat down next to her, and leaned heavily against the stone wall.
"So this is when it ends." Orian said, leaning on Legolas's shoulder.
Legolas sighed. "For the war, yes. But for everything else, no." He smiled. "Middle-Earth will go on, and again become strong. Aragorn will be a great king, and Rohan will have Eomir for a king also. Both are good men, and both countries will prosper."
Orian reached over, taking Legolas's large hand in her own. "Middle-Earth is saved."
"Yes." Legolas said quietly.
"And what of the Mirkwood Prince?" Orian asked.
"Him?" Legolas laughed. "He will soon be a prince of nothing, because once he has sailed to the Undying Lands he will be nothing."
"But what about right now?" Orian asked, looking up at him.
Legolas looked at the far wall. "He is content. But what would make him even more so is that a certain lady would-" He paused, then turned to look down at her. "What I mean to say is, would you marry me?"
Orian was somewhat surprised, but her face didn't show it. "Yes." She answered. "I will."
Legolas chuckled. Reaching over, he lifted her chin with his hand, and brushed his lips over hers in a kiss. They had done what they had set out to do. Both of them had. And now that the sorrow and strife was over, there was going to be happiness. For Men it would last until the end of their days, but for Legolas and Orian, it would last forever.
The End
(A.N. hmmm... what do you think? The Epilog is coming soon. I hope you enjoyed. You guys are just great reviewers, I hope you liked reading it as much as I like writing it. Adios!) -California Mountain Girl