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LAST CHAPTER!

See, only a little story. But quite sweet in its own way, don't you think?

I like the ending. I have no idea if you lot will agree with me, but I think it works out fine. In this chapter, Rhelin is now 15, and Legolas has to return to Ithilien. Prepare for tantrums and tears.

Lainfaer

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Leggy for a week? I guess that would do. Hmm, what do I want now? Well…..I guess there is nothing. As I am a kind, generous person, silences Lothliana who is laughing hysterically….you can have Leggy for a week too! That's a thank you for all the reviews you've given me! So, thanks once again for reviewing!

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Epilogue.

Legolas remained in Mirkwood for the next seven and a half years, until Rhelin turned 15. Then he decided it was time for him to return to his own realm.

His father and mother knew it was the right decision, but weren't sure if was time to leave Rhelin yet. Aenil of course, begged to go with him, and he agreed, as long as Thranduil also did.

To her joy, Thranduil said she could join her brother, and go to Ithilien. For the following days, all she did was smile, and every now and then, jump around whatever room she was in, in pure happiness.

But Rhelin did not want Legolas to go. She did not want to be separated from him. They rode down to the river together, and there, they talked.

"Legolas please, do not leave me now. I still need you," she pleaded. Legolas was sat by the river, plucking absently at blades of grass between his feet. Rhelin was stood behind him, watching the water flow along.

"I have to go Rhelin. It is my duty, and I have no choice," he replied in a rather choked tone.

She went and sat beside him. "Do I really mean that little to you?"

His head snapped round to stare at her. He chucked down the grass, and took her hands in his. "Rhelin, you mean more to me than anything else in this world. Even more than father, mother, and even Aenil."

"Then stay!" she begged, tears starting to form. "You can't leave me on my own, not after everything we've been through. I need you as my father."

"But I am not your father!" he cried in annoyance. "You know that, I know that."

"You have been more of a father to me than anyone else ever was. I can remember my life in the inn, my mother. I can remember, seeing all the whores and drunkards. The music, smoke, and alcohol. Believe it or not, I can still picture that night clearly in my head. The fear running through me as I cried for her. The darkness of the tunnel, and the stench of death surrounding me. Standing in the middle of that field, encircled by screaming girls and Orcs. I saw him come towards me, sword raised. I didn't know what to do, and no one else was going to help me. I could only think of my mother, and as he brought it down to kill me; I was swept up off the ground. I didn't have a clue who had rescued me, or if I was being kidnapped…but I felt safe. Safer then I had been in the village, and certainly much safer than in that field. You came for me Legolas. You were there when I needed you, and you have been ever since. But I still need you. No matter how grown-up I appear on the outside, inside, I am still that tiny, lost little girl from almost eight years ago." She stared hopelessly at him, waiting for his answer.

He stared back, feeling tears well up. If leaving her was going to be this difficult, he just couldn't do it. He looked back at the floor. He had never realised just how much she did remember, and the amount shocked him.

"I love you," she whispered.

"And I love you," he replied, looking back. A single tear rolled down her face, and he gently brushed it away.

She grabbed his hand, and gripped it tightly. "If you love me, why must you leave?"

"My people in Ithilien need me. It is the same as with Aragorn and the people of Minas Tirith. I have a duty to rule my own realm, and so I must go."

"But both you and Aenil are going. I don't want to be stuck here with just your parents. I know that sounds disrespectful after everything they have done for me…but you are the only one I really care about. You're my 'father figure', not the King. Aenil has been like a sister to me. I am never going to be able to repay you for all you have done for me."

"I do not want to be repaid Rhelin. I rescued you, because your mother asked me to, and…"

"So, that's it. Just because my mother asked you to get me, you had to. You don't care about me at all. It was only all for her." She got to her feet, and stepped away from him.

"No Rhelin!" he protested, also standing. "You don't know the whole story…"

"Then tell me!" she yelled, the tears streaming down her face now. "Tell me everything, and don't leave any details out to 'spare me the grief'."

So Legolas told her everything. From the night they arrived in the village, to the day they arrived back in Mirkwood. By the time he had finished, she was sat on a rock, staring vaguely at the floor at her feet. The tears had stopped, but had been flowing for a long time.

He went and knelt at her feet. "See? That is why I could never tell you when you were younger. Because it is far too upsetting."

"You loved her, didn't you?" she asked softly. Her tone was slightly on edge, and had a hint of danger to it.

"I had only known her a couple of days Rhelin. It…"

"Did you, or didn't you?" she asked firmly, looking defiantly at him.

He sighed. "Yes, I did."

She nodded, and looked back at her clasped hands. "I thought so. That was the real reason you took me in, brought me up. Because, as my mother died, she told you she loved you, and to look after her little girl." She looked back at him. "She was a whore Legolas. I doubt she cared any more for you than she did for any of her other customers. She just wanted to get into your leggings…" but she went silent as Legolas' hand came into contact with her cheek.

He glared at her. "You dare talk about your mother that way! If she was alive now, she'd hate you for saying that!"

"But its true!" she cried, tears of pain running down her face as she rubbed her face delicately. Legolas' slap had left a mark. "I know Legolas; I lived there for seven and a half years of my life. I may have only been tiny, but I wasn't as stupid as the other girls tried to make me out to be. I had to grow up in an environment of whores, sluts, and drunkards. I know what they were like. I know how they got their money, and the sort of people they got it from. There were the usual men, who came in every night, but also travellers. Any traveller who looked as if he came from a good background, they were on to him. You're a Prince Legolas! She knew straight away. That first night, I heard her talking to her friend outside my door. About the three travellers in the bar, and how it will be good to have some 'fresh stock'. That's what they were like. I hate to tell you, but it is true, I swear."

He gaped at her, not being able to believe what he was hearing. Then his expression turned neutral. "Alright then, tell me this. Why, when she was dying, and when we were stuck in the burning pub, did she tell me she loved me? What was the point in that, if she was going to die?"

"She didn't know for certain. She was counting on you to save her. Then, she would…strike."

He stood up and walked away. He stared into the river. Was that what Chalibeth was trying to do all along? Just use him, and then get his money. She had seemed so kind, so interested in all three of them. It wasn't just him, surely…

"Legolas?" Rhelin called softly.

He did not respond. He just carried on staring at the water flowing along, one hand curled into a fist over his mouth, the other arm folded across his chest.

"Adar?" she whispered.

He looked at her. She had never before called him father. He shook his head. "I am not your father Rhelin."

"You are to me," she replied, walking up to him and placing her hands upon his arm. "I don't care what you say; I will always regard you as my father." She stretched up on tiptoe, and softly kissed his cheek. "If you must go, then…then I guess I cannot stop you." She walked back to her horse and remounted.

"Wait," he called after her. She looked at him.

"Come with me," he urged. "Come to Ithilien with Aenil and me."

"I cannot," she replied. "This is my home now."

"We'll make Ithilien your home. Here, there are only Elves. It will be good for you to be back among your own people."

"But…I have made so many friends now."

"Ask if they want to come," he countered, running up to her side. He lifted her easily down off the horse and held her in his arms. "I lost your mother, whether she was a whore or not…I don't want to lose you too." He placed a kiss on her dark head.

"You won't lose me," she promised, gripping the back of his tunic. "I'll be with you forever Adar."

So Rhelin travelled to Ithilien with Legolas and Aenil. The last of the Elves going to Ithilien accompanied them, as it was likely that Legolas would never see his homeland again.

They led peaceful lives in Ithilien, and often travelled to Minas Tirith to see Aragorn. Arwen loved Rhelin from the moment she met her, and was treated like a daughter there too. Gimli would travel from the Glittering Caves to see his friends, and Rhelin still adored him, no matter what arguments he put up.

The years swiftly passed, and Rhelin grew into a beautiful woman. Legolas watched her age, and with every day that passed, his heart would ache for the day they would have to say their last good-bye. He never married, as he never found anyone to love. Rhelin would often chide him for this, saying he had to have an heir.

"Aenil will be my successor," he would answer. "She has many years left on this Earth, more than you or I. She will marry, and have plenty of children, I'm sure. They will then rule Ithilien after her."

"I still think there should be a little Greenleaf to take over," she would retort. He would just laugh at this comment.

Rhelin married, and when she did, Legolas felt as if he was letting her go. The night before, he talked with her.

"My little Princess is all grown-up," he said sadly. They were in the palace gardens, sitting on a stone bench, Rhelin in Legolas' arms. They were gazing at the stars together.

"Yes, but I'm still yours," she promised. "I'll always be your little Princess, won't I?"

"Of course you will."

She had just one child, a boy. She named him…Guryn.

"Brings back memories," she replied when Legolas raised an eyebrow at her decision.

"Rhelin, it was a total spur-of-the-moment thing for me. At least think up a name of your own choice."

"No, I like Guryn. In some ways, you'll always be by my side." He laughed, and she joined in.

The years sped on, but were kind to Rhelin. She aged well, and would often tell Legolas that 'she was older then him, because she looked older'. He would reply, saying there were almost 3,000 years between them, and that she would never catch him up, in wisdom, or in years.

The day she died, was the saddest day of Legolas' entire life. It was worse than losing Chalibeth, for Rhelin had been a daughter to him. He wept at her bedside for hours, not allowing anyone to see him. He kept thinking of things he wanted to tell her, but it was too late. Many tried to comfort him, but he found no joy in life anymore.

A few years later, Aragorn also passed away, and that was it for Legolas. He could stand Middle-Earth no longer. Once Arwen had also died, and Eldarion and Aenil were settled as leaders, he and Gimli built a boat, and sailed away over the Sea to Valinor.

Many times during that long journey, he cried to himself. He never let Gimli see his tears. He grieved for Rhelin, Aragorn, and Arwen all at the same time. He cried, because it would be many years before he saw his family again. Guryn was grown-up now, but still alone. He shed tears for him.

Valinor was the paradise he had expected it to be, but it would be long before his hurts were fully healed. Many Elves believed that peoples' souls were born again, and he always lived in hope of seeing his little Princess again one day…

DON'T KILL ME!

She had to die one day. No point in dragging the story on longer than it has to go on for.

You agree with the ending? Please say you do. Cos I liked it that way. I especially liked the last line…sweet! So, that's it for this story. Tell me what you thought in a review please?! It would be very much appreciated.

I am currently working on a story called Time and Again. Its for my friend Emillie, and it's about her going to Middle Earth. My mate Lothliana says I should put it on here, but I don't know. So I'm asking you guys, cos you're the ones that read it. I already have one 'girl falls into ME' story – Love Conquers All, but would another one be going too far? Please tell me in a review, or e-mail me. Thankies!

Lainfaer

Oh, and…I am putting up a new story next Monday when I update Demons of the Heart! It's called Runaways, and below is a short excerpt from the first chapter.

Chapter 1: Why me?

I hate my life.

It's quite simple.

Why can't anyone understand that?

For 160 years, I've had to live this life.

The life I hate.

I'm still treated like a seven-year old.

Why me?

Why did I have to be born into this family?

Why can't I just be a normal boy living with a normal family?

What have I ever done to deserve this?

I don't feel right here.

I feel like an intruder in the 'perfect' family.

Perhaps I am.

I know I'm not meant to be here…

…but no one else seems to.

People just laugh when I tell them.

They don't believe me.

It isn't fair.

I hate my life.

Sound good? Well, only a week to wait! And it'll be up. See ya's all next Monday!

Lainfaer