A/N Okaaaaay! I'm updating this, happy? I won't excuse my not doing so earlier because it was sheer laziness and lack of muse/writer contact. I also have another really good story in the works and I'm trying to write the whole thing before I post it, but it's kind of long.

I have decided that this will be the last chapter so that I can have at least one long story rapped up and I can move on to updating POW and ANS as well as work on finishing my other really long story that I mentioned before, War Makes Corpses of Us All. I would also like to get to work on Tauron as that will be another huge fic which you should all at least give a chance to get off the ground as I've posted the first chapter but am not receiving that many reviews.

Anywho, get ready to say your goodbyes because Fight of His Life is going to end shortly.

Chapter Ten:

"The Blessings of Elves and Men..."

Legolas breathed in deeply the fresh air, exhilarated at being free from the confines of the Last Homely House once more. It was only a week until the Fellowship was to leave on what, to many, was a suicide mission bearing the last hopes of all, and Elrond had conceded that Legolas was completely recovered (Physically, at least) from his ordeal and that he may join one of the last scouting parties with the purpose of searching out any signs that the Ringbearer would be followed upon leaving the elven stronghold. He had said it would be good for Legolas to get some exercise before leaving on such a strenuous journey.

"Exercise my foot," muttered Legolas in mock indignation to the man next to him. "I think he just wanted to get rid of me."

Aragorn laughed at his friend's words. "Want to get rid of you?" he asked in equally false astonishment. "Get rid of Mister 'I'm fine' and 'Get out of my hair' and 'Stop mothering me, Elrond!'. Why would he want to do that?"

Legolas reached out, attempting to cuff the ranger on the side of the head but failing. "I'm not that bad!" He protested, causing his "best friend" to laugh even harder.

"You are!" he cried, causing himself to nearly fall from his horse in his hysteria. When he saw Legolas as somewhat less than amused he sobered a little. "Oh, come on Legolas, it's not like I'm any different. I was just having a bit of fun, that's all."

"I know," Legolas said, an evil smile suddenly gracing his features. "And this is me having, 'a bit of fun.'" Before Aragorn could react, Legolas leaped from his own steed and pounced on the man causing both to fall to the earth in a tangle of limbs, though that didn't prevent them from immediately beginning a fierce wrestling match on the, thankfully, dry ground.

"Are you two going to behave this way on the way to Mount Doom?" asked Glorfindel, surprising the two "young ones". They had forgotten they were not out alone.

"Ummm, probably," said Legolas, gaining a laugh from Aragorn. "Why do you ask, Glorfindel?"

"Because I think it would possibly be the best thing you two could do for them, aside from giving them your lives," said Glorfindel, unexpectedly. "On a mission such as this such idiotic behavior may help greatly to reduce the stress of such a dark journey."

"Thank you," said both elf and ranger before the total meaning of the older elf registered. "Hey, we are not idiotic!" they both shouted in a fashion that would have done the twins proud causing the normally serious elf lord to chuckle.

"Oh relax," he said between chuckles. "Denial only makes the situation worse." That said, Glorfindel quickly spurred Asfaoth, outdistancing the young one's inferior mounts easily.

Thankfully all of the scouting parties returned to Rivendel, including Legolas, Aragorn, and Glorfindel and Elrond was able to breathe easier for a few days before his anxiety came anew.

The day had finally come and on a cold morning the Fellowship of the Ring was ready to set out. And he would be the one to send them.

What am I doing? thought Elrond as he looked into the eyes of the two that had become as children to him. How can I help them if they are so far away? Who's shoulder would they cry on, were the other to fall? No! Elrond though, suddenly. Neither will fall. They are to important to this world. Their light is to bright!

While his thoughts came back to his current charge of sending off the travelers, Elrond found his lips moving, pouring out words of going back and of good luck. "and may the blessings of Elves, and Men," he sent a pointed look toward his son and the prince, "and all Freefolk go with you."

And with those resounding words the Fellowship left on a journey of great feats and of great heartache. Friendships would be tested in ways they had never been before and new bonds would be formed in fire through grief and battle. Some would die, and others would come from the dead, but some things would remain constant. Always would a gardener stay by his master, and forever would an elf prince fight back to back with the king of men.

In those short moments, as those he loved turned the corner and out of his sight, Elrond foresaw this and a small smile played upon his lips. No, he thought, I've nothing to fear.

The End

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