DA DADA DA! LAST CHAPTER!

Okies, first thing, most of you will think I will have gone MILES too far by the end of this chapter. But I thought that it was a nice ending. So tough if you don't like it, basically. It's my story, they're my characters, (if only borrowed for a short period of time, (thanks Mr T,)), and I'll make happen what I wanna!

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Chapter 11: Unexpected Happiness.

The years passed happily for Legolas and Haldir. They returned to Mirkwood, and Filigon was overjoyed to have her brother back in one piece, as were Thoron and Neldor. Thranduil was pleased his son had finally found love, and this time, in a decent person.

A few months later, Haldir and Legolas were bonded, saying their vows with witnesses. Now, only death would separate them, and they weren't going to let that cause another barrier again.

They travelled around with Gimli, who, unfortunately, had not loved another since laying eyes on Lady Galadriel. And it was doubted that he ever would.

When the Ringbearers passed over the Sea, Haldir was a bit forlorn at not being able to follow his Queen. But she literally ordered him to remain behind with Legolas, as his time to go over the Sea was not yet at hand. Haldir had agreed, and she had gone.

They went many times to Minas Tirith, though their main home was now of course, Ithilien. During one visit to the White City, Legolas and Aragorn were having a private walk through the gardens.

"How is Haldir coping with having a Prince as his partner then?" Aragorn asked jokingly.

Legolas shot him a glare. "Fine, thank you very much. And how is Arwen coping with having such a smelly, old Ranger for her husband?"

They glared at each other, then burst into laughter. It was an old joke, shared for many years between the pair. It was never meant to be horrible.

"And I head congratulations are in order, yet again," Legolas said, smiling slyly. "Another child on the way already Aragorn? You have been a busy boy."

Aragorn scowled. "Yes, Arwen is with child again."
"I am happy for you," Legolas told him, smiling.

"Fancy being godfather again?"

"I'm already godfather to at least half your children."

"All of them actually. And there aren't that many. Only Eldarion, and his two sisters. Soon-to-be three, we presume."

"You make me feel so old."

Aragorn laughed. "Sorry. Having children makes you feel young."

"As if I will ever have children Aragorn." Legolas raised an eyebrow.

"I've heard it is possible…"

"No way am I going to go through all that pain! No way, forget it!"

"Haldir?"

"Nope."

"But you two would make such good parents."

"Aragorn, you're starting to sound like an old grandmother."

"But just think how beautiful they'd be. Golden or silver hair, light blue or grey eyes…"

"Stop it, you'll make me broody."

"If you hadn't guessed already, that's what I'm trying to do melonin."

"Aragorn…"

"No, I'm being deadly serious. Adopt one then."

"Don't be stupid."

"Have one of mine if you want. One of the girls. Feel free to choose."

Legolas laughed. "No, we're fine by ourselves."

"But you'll get older, and older, and older, without having any children, and you'll regret it. I know you will Legolas. It's natural."

"For women maybe. But, unless you hadn't noticed, I am not female, neither is Haldir."

Aragorn sighed. "I'm not getting anywhere, am I?"

"No. Can we end this conversation now?"
"If you wish."

"Thank you."

But later that very same night, Legolas found himself cornered by Arwen. She took his hand, and led him silently out of the Hall, where there was presently a feast and dance going on.

They walked outside, over to the Wall, and stood there, side by side for a while. Eventually, Arwen turned to Legolas, frowning. "Aragorn told me about the little conversation you and he had earlier."

"Did he really?"

"Yes. He's right Legolas. You'll regret not having children later in life."

"But how Arwen?" he asked, turning round and leaning with his back against the Wall. He looked at her. "It's alright for you to say, but me and Haldir…how could we possibly have children? People say if you have enough Elven blood in your veins, it is possible, but personally, I don't believe it."

"Adopt?"

"No."

"Alright then. Have a surrogate mother." He stared at her, dumbfounded. "What? It's the perfect solution. Aragorn's just too stupid to think of the idea." She took Legolas' hand and placed it over her slightly swollen stomach. "Feel that? There's another life in there Legolas. Anything is possible when you put your mind to it."

Legolas sighed, feeling the tiny baby moving around. "I know it is," he whispered. "It's just…"

"There is absolutely nothing stopping you. You could even have two surrogate mothers, and have two children, one fathered from each of you. Haldir could father one, you the other. It makes perfect sense."

"I guess…"

"Yes, it does. Do it now, before time runs out. Years have passed already. Your mortal friends are growing older. They'll want to see with your own child, won't they? Aragorn definitely will. And me." She smiled softly.

"You're right. But I need to talk to Haldir first."

"Of course. Go on. Tonight, talk to him about it, tonight."

Legolas nodded. "Very well. Thank you Arwen." He kissed her cheek.

She kissed him back, then flung her arms round him. "You men are so silly," she whispered. "Never think of other possibilities that are open to you. We women have to think of everything."

"We're male. It's our excuse for everything."

"And don't I know it." She pulled back and stroked his cheek. "You will have children," she told him sternly. "No matter what it takes. And I'm first on the list to be godmother."

"Most definitely," he smiled. He took her hand, and they walked back inside.

Arwen grinned to herself as she sat back down with her husband. Her plan was coming into shape nicely. She had already talked with Haldir about it. Now it was all up to them.

"So, we're agreed then?"

"Melamin, I already said yes, didn't I?"

"Yes, but…"

"You worry too much." Haldir poured out some wine for them. "Drink this, and stop worrying. All we've got to do now is find a willing woman."

Legolas laughed. "Nice alliteration there Hal."

Haldir grinned, and sat down the bed beside Legolas, sipping his wine thoughtfully. "Who would do this for us?"

"I don't know. We need an Elf-maiden."

"Definitely. I'm not going to sleep with some whore from the 2nd circle." They laughed together. "We'll find someone," he assured the Prince.

"Hmm. I'll ask Arwen about it tomorrow, see what she says."

"Good idea."

A year later, Haldir, and Legolas were parents. Legolas was the father, and they had a wonderful baby boy. They named him Mínant, Our Gift.

"Your turn next," Legolas told Haldir softly as they put him to bed.

"How long do you want to wait?"

"Not too long. Aragorn and Arwen will want to see him or her. Not forgetting Gimli of course."

Haldir laughed. "Very well. In the next couple of years then?"

"Yes. And if they're closer, they might get on better. I'm hoping."

Sure enough, three years later, Mínant had a little sister. They named her Tinurél, Star Daughter.

The years continued to fly by, and soon Aragorn was old, his children grown-up. His time was nearing its end.

"I will be leaving soon Legolas," he said softly as they took one final walk through the palace gardens.

"I know," Legolas replied softly.

"Melonin." He stopped and took Legolas' arm. Legolas looked at him, his eyes shining, but as yet, no tears falling. "Come here." Aragorn took his friend into his arms, sharing a brotherly embrace with him. "Do not grieve for me melonin. You have more important things to do."

"But Aragorn, you do not understand..."

"I do understand," he assured the Elf, pulling away gently. "But look at yourself. You've done so well in life, yet you still have so much yet to do. You've beaten Astalder, you've fallen in love again with a wonderful person, and you've had two beautiful children. You've overcome all the obstacles life has thrown at you. Don't fall at this last hurdle."

"I won't," he promised. "Thank you Aragorn, for everything. If it wasn't for you and Arwen, we wouldn't have the children."

"What are friends for?"

A few months later, Aragorn passed away, and Arwen after him. After a period of deep mourning, Legolas, Haldir, and Gimli finally travelled over the Sea to Valinor. Mínant and Tinurél also came. They had had the choice of either remaining in Middle-Earth, or following. They decided to follow.

They had made it. Despite everything that had happened, Legolas and Haldir had come out of it the better. Their love for each other constantly grew, blossoming with each passing day. They had both nearly lost their lives in a bid to save the other, and both had pulled through.

Their story was told for years to come. The tale of the Mirkwood Prince, abused by his lover, rescued by the Marchwarden of Lothlórien. Their long separation, then their meeting and how they fell in love all over again. The trials and traumas they faced through life, and the battles, which they all won.

It was a tale, never to be forgotten.

Aww, sweet ending? Or did you think it was absolute crap? I warned you that it might have gone too far with them having the two children, but I think they would make such cool parents! True, maybe surrogate mothers didn't exist in ME, but too late now. It's done, and that's that. By the way, if anyone wants to speak to me on MSN, my e-mail addy is freespirited21hotmail.com (With underscores in between free and spirited and 21. They aren't showing on here! Grr...)

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it, now please go see what other ones I have up. There are 11 I think…

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