The grand finale is here!

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Thranduil's mouth dropped open, his eyes widening in great surprise. Narasene was heard gasping out loud behind him.

Keldarion painfully swallowed and tried again, "My dear father, it is me."

"Kel…Keldarion?" The king's eyes were quickly filled with fresh tears as he stared at his eldest son whom he thought had left Middle-earth for good. Valar! How does he come to be here?

With a choked cry, Keldarion dropped to his knees and buried his face in Thranduil's lap. "Forgive me, father! Please forgive me…I have wronged you all these years…I'm so sorry…"

"Wait...my son…" Thranduil cupped Keldarion's chin and tipped his son's face until their identical blue eyes met. He scrutinized every inch of the handsome beloved features he had sorely missed, completely mesmerized. "This is truly you? Keldarion?"

"Yes. I am." The prince weakly nodded, his heart assailed with guilt and shame. He grabbed his father's hands and brought them to his lips. "Father, I…I never sailed to Valinor. I was here all along."

There was a long tense silence following that as Thranduil stared deeply into Keldarion's tormented eyes, mulling over the prince's words. His son had to run his gaze away, deeply perturbed.

When Keldarion opened his mouth to further explain, Thranduil quickly placed his fingers over the prince's lips. "Hush, now. This is not the time for you to open up old wounds, whatever that may be. Just let me tell you how glad I am that you've returned to me, to us. Oh, Keldarion, I've missed you so much!"

Keldarion was instantly pulled into his father's massive hug. Thranduil repeatedly kissed his cheeks and temple, murmuring over and over, "My son…my son…I've been blessed, to have both of you returned to me this day…Ai, I've been blessed…"

Legolas clutched his wife's hand as, together, they watched the heart wrenching scene between the king and his long lost heir. His own tears flowing down his cheeks, Legolas pulled Narasene against his side, his other hand lazily stroking her swollen belly.

"Father, that's not fair," Legolas finally said in a mock indignation a long while later. "Why did you yell at me but not at him?"

Thranduil and Keldarion reluctantly pulled apart, brushing their tears away. With a chuckle, Thranduil reached over and ruffled Legolas' hair. "I will yell at him later. In fact, both of you need to be yelled at! You two have huge explaining to do. But, first, we should tend to you, Legolas. You don't look too good."

"I'm fine!" Legolas claimed with a roll of his eyes.

"Oh, of course!" Keldarion voiced out with a grin as he got to his feet. "That's why you almost fell off your horse just now!"

Legolas scowled and settled himself deeper into the pillows. His father was quite right, though. He didn't feel too good. Somehow, he felt so icy cold he just couldn't stop shivering, yet his skin burned as if he were on fire. It was kind of strange to feel both hot and cold at the same time. He could do nothing about it but to stoically bear it down until it faded away, cursing hotly at the Easterlings all the while for putting him in such a position in the first place.

The servants then appeared with towels and water, as well as some healing herbs and medicinal salves. Thranduil instructed them to put the supplies on the bedside table within Narasene's easy reach. The lady of the keep had insisted to tend to her husband on her own—an excuse to have him all for herself.

Smiling understandingly, Thranduil leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "Take care of my stubborn son, my precious daughter."

Narasene just smiled in respond as she began to soak a towel in the basin. The king bent over Legolas' next and kissed his brow. "Listen to your wife," he sternly said.

Legolas grinned stupidly. "No problem. I was born to obey," he cheekily replied, eliciting laughter from his brother and father, and a narrowed gaze from Narasene.

Thranduil then straightened and reached for Keldarion's wrist. "And you, come with me. I'm now ready to yell at you."

The two brothers exchanged rueful grins as Thranduil pulled his eldest son out of the room. The servants also followed after them, and Legolas was finally left alone with his wife. The moment he heard the clicking sound of the closing door, Legolas grabbed Narasene's arm and yanked her down. "Nara!"

Narasene yelped in surprise as she landed on the mattress right next to her husband, the damp towel dropped from her hand to land with a plop on the floor. "Legolas…your fever…"

"Can wait," he cut her off, his fingers already buried in her hair. He pressed his lips against hers, kissing her fervently like never before, pouring out his wild longing for her that he had kept bottle inside him for so long.

"Nara…Nara, my love…" he whispered, his eyes tightly shut, pressing her closer to kiss the delectable skin of her collarbone. Narasene moaned in respond, trailing kisses all over his face, his ears, his neck. Her hands roamed all over his upper body, feeling the need to touch him to assure herself that he had truly come home.

When they came up for air a while later, both were breathing heavily, their faces flushed. Legolas lay panting on his back, his eyes slightly glazed. Narasene giggled when he reached for her once more. "Oh, no, my lord," she swatted his hands away. "You are delirious and seriously wounded. Looking at you, I know that you are still in pain."

"I'm in pain, all right, but definitely not from my wounds," he said with a roguish grin, causing her to blush deep red.

"Enough, my husband," she said and turned to soak a fresh towel in the basin. "You need your rest. And I need to bring down your fever."

When she tenderly ran the damp cloth against his face and neck, Legolas sighed deeply with his eyes closed, writhing and barely able to keep himself from purring. "My lady, what are you doing to me? You are only keeping my heat up!"

Narasene chuckled, pleased that her ministrations had aroused him so much. But when she began to undo the buttons of his shirt, his eyes flew open. He caught her hands, stilling her.

"Legolas?" She looked at him, puzzled and slightly disconcerted to see his changed expression. It was as if he was scared and ashamed about something.

Legolas had to swallow before he could speak. "Don't look, Nara. It's not pretty."

With a soft smile, she pried his hands away and continued to unbutton his shirt. "But you are always pretty to me, my lord. Always."

Legolas raised himself slightly to help her peeled the damp shirt off him. He turned his face to one side as Narasene stared at the cuts and bruises all over his chest and arms. When she gently rolled him over onto his side, he could hear the small cry of dismay that escaped her mouth.

"Oh, my love…" Narasene bit her lips, staring through watery eyes at the painful looking welts and lashes covering his back. She leaned down and gently kissed the torn skin. "You are so beautiful, my husband. Broken and battered, but beautiful nonetheless."

Legolas' own eyes misted when he felt Narasene's cool tears against the heated skin of his back. He slowly reached over to grasp her hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing her fingertips. Then he clutched her hand to his chest, next to his heart.

Narasene ran a gentle hand through his golden hair, stroking his head lovingly, and watched quietly as his eyes drooped before he drifted into exhausted sleep.

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It was almost midnight when soft knockings sounded at the door.

Narasene dropped her knitting and glanced at Legolas. Assured that he was deeply asleep, she kissed him briefly on the temple and got off the bed. When she opened the door, she saw Keldarion standing outside, about to turn to leave. "Yes, my lord?"

The prince smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Nara. Did I wake you up?"

Narasene shook her head and let him inside. "No, my lord. I'm still awake, watching over him," she softly replied, gesturing at her sleeping husband.

Keldarion quietly approached the bed and stared down at his brother. Legolas lay on his side, one arm flung across the pillow while the other disappeared beneath the sheet that covered him to his bare shoulders. His golden mane was tousled, slightly damp from his perspiration. His eyes firmly closed, the long eyelashes forming beautiful crescents on his pale skin.

The fever's down, Keldarion thought in relief as he felt his brother's forehead with the back of his hand.

"His sleep was fitful at first, as if he were having nightmares," Narasene said. "But he calmed down when his fever broke."

Keldarion turned and smiled at his sister-in-law. "Thank you, Nara, for tending to him. He looks to be improving already."

She shyly dropped her gaze. "He is my husband. It's my duty to do so."

"And he is my little brother." Keldarion reached up and tipped up her chin. "It's not duty that bound us to him, Nara, but love. Again, I thank you, for being there for him while I was not. You've given him back his life and his soul. And for that I'm forever grateful that he found you."

She blushed at his words. Gazing at Legolas' serene face, she couldn't stop the tears from welling in her eyes. "What happened to him, my lord? Why are there so many wounds on his body?"

Keldarion took her hand and helped her to on the couch near the hearth. He added some kindling into the flame before he took his seat beside her. "He didn't tell you?"

"He hasn't the opportunity," she replied. "He went out like a light before I even finished bathing down his fevered skin." Keeping her death grip on Keldarion's hand, she asked again, "What have been done to him?"

Keldarion squeezed her hand. "I can't go into details, Nara. It's better if he explain it to you himself. All I can say is that he has been kept as a slave in an Easterlings village for the entire month he went missing, laboring for the people day and night."

Narasene's eyes went wide. "A slave? My husband?" Then her jade green eyes drew to a slit, glinting brilliantly with burning fury. "Why, those ungrateful humans! Those filthy, good-for-nothing creatures!"

"My thought exactly," Keldarion said with a grin. "But don't let Aragorn hear you say this or he will be quite offended. He is a human too, you know."

Narasene jumped to her feet and started to pace, back and forth. "I'll kill them! I'll kill those Easterlings!" she hissed, her lovely face glowing from her anger.

"I've already did, my lady," Keldarion said, starting to grow dizzy at her movements.

"Did you leave any of them for me?" She rounded on him with a glare.

Keldarion had to stifle his laughter. "Some. The women and children mostly."

Her hands fisted at her sides. "Good enough for me. Now they can be my slaves!"

"You don't mean that, Nara."

"Oh, yes I do!" she cried out, and quickly glanced at Legolas, afraid that her voice had wakened him up. When her husband continued to sleep, undisturbed, she sighed and plopped back down on the couch next to Keldarion. Burying her face in her hands, she began to cry. "I thought he was dead. Valar, I thought he would never return to me…"

Keldarion pulled her against his side, kissing her temple. "He has returned, Nara. See? He is there on that bed, dreaming beautiful dreams about you. And he will live on. He will recover, like always."

Sniffing, wiping tears off her eyes, she looked up at her brother-in-law. "And what about you, my brother? Will you recover?"

Keldarion blinked when the tables were suddenly turned on him. Cunning Nara, just like that stubborn husband of hers!

Narasene gazed into his eyes and saw that they were red and swollen, probably from a lot of crying. It looked as if his long talk with his father had reopened many wounds, tearing up old scars, unearthed suppressed nightmares.

Even 'Keldarion the protector' needs to be protected, her maternal heart was saying, so she leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Whatever it was that you've gone through, my lord, please know that you have my complete support and trust. Also know that you now have a sister, a sister that loves you and cares for you, a sister that will laugh and cry with you. I might not be a good wrestling partner like Legolas for you to vent out your frustrations, but I'm very good at listening if you want to talk about whatever thing that bothers you."

With a brittle smile, Keldarion pulled her into her arms. "I know, my sister. Thank you. For everything."

She smiled against his chest, noticing the distinctive scent of his that was not so different from her husband's. They were almost alike, these two brothers, but also the complete opposite to each other. One was dark while the other was fair, one was levelheaded while the other was short-tempered, one was logical while the other was impulsive. Still, these differences were the things that matched them perfectly together, making them compatible in whatever they did. They supplied the strength for the other's weaknesses, the balance for the imbalance, the fillings for the gaps. No wonder their bond remained strong and sure, even after years of separation.

Narasene suddenly gasped out loud. Keldarion pulled away, startled. "What is it, Nara? Are you all right?"

She was clutching her belly. "The…the baby…"

Keldarion's face drained of all color. "Are you…are you going into labor? Right now?"

Narasene looked at the stricken expression on his face and burst into giggles. Keldarion blinked. "What?"

"I'm fine, my lord." She laughed harder. "The baby just kicked me, is all."

"Oh." Keldarion's shoulders slumped in great relief. He couldn't wait to be an uncle, but not that fast! "Thank the Valar for that. I would not know what to do."

Smiling, Narasene reached for his hands and placed his palms against her swollen belly. "Feel this? It's kicking again."

Legolas had yelled with delight the first time he felt his baby kick. Keldarion, meanwhile, had a look of intense rapture and wonder on his face. And then he frowned. "Wait a minute…there's two…two heartbeats."

He looked up at her, his eyes wide. "Twins?"

Narasene beamed, nodding eagerly. "Yes."

Keldarion's smile grew wider. "Does he know?"

She glanced at the still sleeping Legolas and giggled conspiratorially. "No, he has not realized it yet. And I'm keeping it a secret. I want to surprise him."

Keldarion laughed out loud. "Oh, he definitely will! In fact, I think he's going to freak out!"

When their laughter subsided, he gently pulled her close and pressed his lips against her forehead. "I think you had better get some sleep. I shouldn't have kept you up so late."

"Oh, but I'm fine…"

"No buts." Keldarion stood and pulled Narasene to her feet. He steered her towards the bed. "Go lie down beside your husband. He needs you, as much as you need him."

Before he walked out of the room, Keldarion paused at the door and gazed adoringly at her. "Good night, dear sister."

"Good night, my lord."

After Keldarion had left, Narasene focused her attention back to Legolas. She watched the steady rise and fall of his chest, the rising color on his cheeks, the slight curling of his hair around his left ear. With gentle hand, she brushed the locks away and stroked his head. "Good night, dear husband," she whispered, leaning over to plant a tender kiss on his lips.

With a soft sigh, she lay down on her side behind him, spoon fashion, hugging his bare back to her full breast and swollen belly—their unborn babies nestled between them, still kicking.

She joined Legolas in his dreams not long after.

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Still bedridden, Legolas had just finished his light breakfast a day later when two identical looking elves burst into the room without knocking.

"Legolas!" Elladan son of Elrond cried out, rushing towards the bed.

"Legolas!" echoed his twin, Elrohir.

The prince grinned as the Rivendell brothers grabbed him, crushing him in their exuberance embrace. The twins were so excited that they jumped over each other in their speech.

"We just heard that you have returned!"

"Estel has called for our help to look for you!"

"But we couldn't find you even though we've searched for you everywhere!"

"We came here as soon as we received the missive from Nara."

"Estel and his entourage are right behind us. That human rides so slow that we had to ditch him in the middle of the way!"

"Where the heck have you been?"

"What happened to you?"

"How did you get home?"

"Did someone rescue you?"

"Wait! Wait! One question at a time!" Legolas was laughing so hard he almost burst his stomach. "Uh…good to see the two of you, too."

"Oh, Legolas…" The twins pulled Legolas into their arms once more. "Will you stop worrying us like this? This is becoming a habit, you know."

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry." Legolas grinned back at them. "What can I say? Troubles seem to follow me anywhere I go. It's in my blood."

"We were ready to panic when we couldn't find you after a week you went missing," Elrohir said, frowning at the abrasions that were still visible around Legolas' wrists. "Our grandfather even suggested that we look for you in Tasqamaran, thinking that the shraqs had captured you once more. But your friend Gallard told us that he had not seen you for many months. Where were you?"

Legolas grimaced. "In an Easterings village near the border of Gondor. They kept there me as their slave. Hey, you want me to do your laundry? Now I know how to get rid of the stubborn stains on the clothing. You only need to put some lemon or sprinkle some loose powder on it," he said, half joking.

The twins' frowns grew deeper. "Legolas, that's not funny," Elladan said, noticing the calluses and blisters on Legolas' hands.

Legolas shrugged. "I know it's not, but it's still a good knowledge. Nara even thanked me for telling her that tip."

"You still didn't answer our question," Elrohir remarked. "Who rescued you?"

"I did."

The twins turned at the voice. They had not realized that someone else was standing outside on the balcony, enjoying the morning scenery. Elladan and Elrohir rose and steadily approached the tall, raven haired person whose back was to them, hands clasped behind him. His graceful stance, his regal posture, even the soft fall of his long hair was incredibly familiar that something sparked inside both twins.

Keldarion slowly turned, and smiled back at them. "Hello, Ell, Ro. Nice to see you two again."

And that familiar smile, from that very familiar face, and that very, very familiar voice.

The twins gasped. And blinked. And blinked again, completely speechless.

It took almost an eternity later when Elladan finally stirred. He pinched his brother's arm.

"Ow!" Elrohir cried out, rubbing the smarting spot. "What did you do that for?!"

"Did you feel the pain?"

"Of course, I did! It hurts, blast it!"

"Then you are not dreaming."

"No, of course I'm not. But why did you…?" Elrohir's eyes widened. "Oh, Valar…K…Kel? Keldarion?"

Keldarion grinned. "The last time I checked, yes, that is my name." He stepped forward, gripping his friends' shoulders. "What? No hugs for me?"

"KEL!!" The twins screamed in delight and threw their arms around the prince, laughing and crying at the same time.

"Ai, this is so unreal!" Elrohir gushed, tears streaming down his face.

"How could this be possible?" Elladan asked next, staring in disbelief at Keldarion, up and down. "Aren't you supposed to be in Valinor?"

"He didn't get there," Legolas supplied from the bed, smiling back at them.

"It's a long story," Keldarion said when the twins frowned at him. "I'll tell you all about it later."

Narasene entered the room just then, followed by a tall handsome man with great anxiety on his face.

"Legolas, Lord Aragorn is here to see you," said Legolas' wife, coming to her husband's side.

Aragorn was heard grumbling under his breath as he sent a cursory glare at the twins. "I hate it when you did that, you oafs. Can you believe it, Legolas? They sped away, leaving me behind to eat their dust!"

The king of Gondor leaned over and embraced his friend. "I'm so glad that you've returned, safe and sound. You worried me, Legolas. Ai! I should have knocked you on the head that day! Blast it! Why didn't you listen to me?! Now, you've done it, brother. No more lone ride for you as long as I…"

Aragorn suddenly grew absolutely still. He turned his head slowly and stared at the tall elf standing between the twins. His eyes widened, his mouth dropping open. His feet moving at their own accord, Aragorn walked towards the three elves.

"By the Valar…" the man breathed. "Are my eyes telling me lies? Is it truly you, Kel?"

Keldarion nodded, clasping the man's shoulder. "It is, Estel. Truly."

Aragorn shook his head in wonder. "Then this is truly a day to celebrate," he said at last, smiling wide before hugging Keldarion tight. "Our circle is once again complete!"

With a laugh, Keldarion hugged the man back, pulling the twins to the bed to include Legolas into their circle. Narasene watched in amusement as the five males continued to laugh and cry and laugh again, slapping one another's back, trading insults back and forth, like the way they used to do together many, many years ago.

She was still smiling at the scene when she felt something wet suddenly run down her legs. She took a look, and her smile froze.

"Uh…Legolas?" she called out timidly, her voice sounded so small among their hoots of laughter, but Legolas heard her.

"Yes, Nara?" he asked, still grinning, not looking so ill anymore after a full day's of rest and a joyful reunion with his friends.

"I think my water just broke."

All the males went silent for a full second. Then everybody spoke at once.

"She's about to have the baby!"

"Lie down here, Nara!"

"What should we do?"

"Get the midwives!"

"Tell the servants to boil the water!"

Everyone also made a grab for Narasene, but it was Keldarion who reached her first. He picked her up and settled her gently beside Legolas on the bed, pulling the coverlet over the mound of her stomach. The twins were already out the door, yelling for help—acting the same way they did every time their sister, Arwen, was about to deliver her baby.

Narasene was deeply amused at their panicked reaction. "No need to be alarm. The babies won't come until hours later. There are still time."

"Time?" Legolas was incredibly paled as he gripped his wife's hand. "We don't have time! The baby is coming!"

"Actually, my love, the babies are coming," she said, running a finger down Legolas' cheek. "Notice the plural?"

Legolas stared, dumfounded, while Keldarion and Aragorn were busily making Narasene as comfortable as possible on the bed, propping pillows behind her head and back, brushing away her long hair and twisted it into a knot on top of her head.

"What do you mean, babies?" Legolas managed to croak the question, watching her face closely.

Narasene gave him a tender smile. "I have to tell you now before you totally freak out, my dear. We are going to have twins."

At that, Legolas gulped. Aragorn went still. Keldarion beamed.

"T…twins?" Legolas blinked stupidly.

"Yes." Narasene nodded, watching anxiously as the blood drained off her husband's face.

"You mean…just like Ell and Ro?" Legolas asked again, his ears ringing.

"I think so, if they were identical." Narasene was frowning now. Legolas really didn't look too good. "Uh…my lord? Aren't you happy?"

Weakly nodding, Legolas numbly smiled. "Oh, yes. I'm very happy…"

But then, his eyes rolled and he dropped to the floor in a dead faint.

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When Legolas came to a couple of hours later, he was puzzled to find himself stretched out on the long couch, his head resting on his father's lap. Then everything rushed into him at once. He jerked upright, his eyes wild. "Nara!"

Chuckling, Thranduil wrapped a comforting arm around his son's shoulders. "She's fine, Legolas. Your wife is well. And so are your sons."

Bemused, Legolas snapped his gaze back to his father. "Sons?"

"Yes, brother." Keldarion suddenly appeared in his vision. "You have two very healthy twin boys. They are right there, in the crib beside the bed."

On rubber-like legs, Legolas stood and walked towards the said crib. Two elven babies lay side by side within the folds of soft blankets, deeply asleep. One baby was dark haired like his beautiful mother and handsome uncle, while the other had a wild tuft of gold-colored mane on his head, just like his still-dazed father and still-jumping-up-with-joy grandfather.

Legolas' knees buckled and he would have landed ungracefully on the floor if not for his brother's arms, barely able to catch him in time.

"Legolas!" Keldarion exclaimed, laughter in his voice. "You are not going to faint on us again, are you?"

With a wan shake of his head, Legolas mumbled, "I have sons. Not one, but two. Ai. How did this happen?"

Thranduil and Keldarion exchanged amused looks as they helped Legolas sit on the bed. "I think you at least know how these two were created," the elven king glibly responded with a grin.

Legolas scowled, growing pink. "Very funny."

He then turned to his wife who lay asleep on the bed, looking so serene and lovely. Tenderly, he touched her face and leaned down to kiss her lips. She instantly stirred, saw him, and gave him a tired smile. "Hello, husband," she said. And then, teasingly, she added, "You've missed the birthing."

Smiling sheepishly, he stroked the side of her face. "Forgive me, my dear. I guess I'm still not ready for another 'adventure'."

She chuckled, reaching up to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. "At least, I got to see your panicked face."

With a laugh, Legolas leaned over and kissed her again, long and passionate. Then he reluctantly straightened. "Sleep, my dear. I love you."

"I love you too," she quietly muttered and slowly faded into the land of dreams.

Legolas felt a warm hand on his back. He turned and saw his father gazing back at him.

"Come, Legolas, let's get something warm for you to drink. You don't look so hot," Thranduil suggested, pulling his youngest son out of the room. Still numb, Legolas could only follow wordlessly, barely aware as Keldarion trailed behind them, closing the door quietly so as not to disturb the sleeping mother and her newborn babies.

The elven king led his sons downstairs towards the parlor. Aragorn and the twins were sitting near the hearth with Beregund, Legolas' second in command. Faramir, who had just arrived from Emyn Arnen, was also there, still clad in his riding cloak. They all stood when the royal family walked in.

"Legolas!" they cried out excitedly, rushing forward to slap the new father on his back, congratulating him exuberantly.

"So, how does it feel?" Aragorn asked with a knowing grin.

Legolas still looked like he just recovered from a big shock. "Er…weird. But I'll live."

At that, the others broke up laughing.

"Wait till the boys grow up," Faramir supplied. "You might think you live in bedlam! My own boys constantly drive me crazy!"

"I had to agree to that." Thranduil nodded, glancing meaningfully at his two grown sons. "These two constantly drive me crazy too, to this day!"

They all burst into laughter again, Legolas included. Then Elladan came closer and asked, "Legolas, what are you going to name them?"

Legolas blinked uncomprehendingly. "Name?"

Keldarion, meanwhile, had a look of horror on his face. "Oh, no. I don't think that's a smart idea. Legolas is hopeless when giving names! Just look at his blasted pets!"

The twins were chortling, recalling how un-creative Legolas had been in naming the animals that he kept under his wing. "That's right!" Elrohir gushed. "I'm not surprised if he calls his sons 'Baby-Number-One' and 'Baby-Number-Two'!"

"Or call them 'Black' and 'Gold', referring to the color of their hair!" Elladan added, much to the others' great amusement.

Legolas rolled his eyes. "Hey, I'm not that bad," he complained.

After their laughter subsided, Thranduil asked, "Seriously, Legolas, your sons need to have names. Or have Nara decided on any?"

Legolas grew silent for a while as he contemplated. "Nara and I had discussed about our child's name before this. If we had a son, we want to call him…" He looked up and stared directly at his father and brother before continuing, "We want to call him Linden."

Hearing that, Thranduil's eyes instantly misted, deeply touched. Keldarion smiled reminiscently. "That's a good name, Legolas," he said. "A good strong name."

"Commander Linden would be so honored," Thranduil said next, squeezing Legolas' shoulder. "But you have two sons. What are you going to call the other one?"

"I'm calling the black-haired one Linden. As for the golden-haired…" Legolas paused and gazed straight at Keldarion. "I'm going to call him Hadrian, Kel, after your late good friend."

Keldarion blinked, surprised and pleased. "Really, Legolas?"

Legolas nodded. "Hadrian was a great warrior, and a very faithful friend to you. He died in the line of duty protecting you, protecting us. If the wild boar that I had shot didn't ram into him that day, he might still be with us, joining our circle. Linden and Hadrian had not had the chance to sail for Valinor, but at least my sons will carry their names there."

There was not a single dry eye in that room after Legolas' words. Everyone nodded, agreed with Legolas' choice of names for his sons.

"And I'm sure your sons will grow up to be great warriors like they were, Legolas," Aragorn said, patting his friend's back.

"And be a pair of famous twins, just like us!" Elrohir added, nudging his own twin with a grin.

"And be a pair of wild mischievous children, just like one elfling I know," Keldarion supplied, also grinning.

"And turned my hair grey along the way!" said Thranduil next. "Or maybe red."

They were still laughing several minutes later as they proceeded to have their afternoon tea, the atmosphere filled with happiness as they celebrated the born of two new life.

Putting down his empty cup, Faramir suddenly asked, "Legolas, what is this I hear about your abduction? Is it true? Did you really were bested by a pack of mere children?"

Legolas blushed in embarrassment. He was definitely not going to hear the end of this. "Well, what can I say? I was stupid."

"You still are," Keldarion stated, causing the others to break into roaring laughter all over again.

Meanwhile, in the lord and lady's chamber above, little Linden fidgeted. His eyes opened, burning bright silver just like his father's. Little Hadrian also stirred, turning to stare at his brother with his mother's jade-green eyes.

Discovering each other, both elven babies then smiled.

THE END

There goes another one! I'm glad I'm able to finish it, as busy and harassed as I still am. I'm so very thankful to all the readers out there who have been so patient with me all this time, faithfully giving me supports and suggestions, bravely hanging on to those unmerciful cliffies I put up on every chapters (You bet I'll make more cliffies after this! He! He!). A simple 'Thank You' doesn't seem to be enough, but that is all I can give so THANK YOU SO, SO MUCH!!!!

And these are the names who brightened up my day every time I checked my mailbox—the reviewers! Here they are in alphabetical order: Abbicat14; Aearon; Althelas; Aranel of Mirkwood; astalder27; beginning end 314; Brazgirl; Coolio02; Deana ; DemonHorsePaulie; Dur En Thurin Naur; Effigy; Elven Lady Nilturiel; Emily; Enigma Jade; Fairylady; Fire Breathing Ferret; Fondued Jicama; fordomegan; Gozilla; Gwyn; HissoriOokami; Hp-Azn; inari; Irish Anor; Isarandel; Ishyzu; Jamie; Joee1; Jubisaurus; Julia Moore; Kitty; Karina; Kayo; Kiraya525; Kitty; Kuro Kyoko; Lady Lenna; Lani; layla146; Legolas Garden Light; Legolas Greenleaf; LegolasLover2003; leralonde; Lil Goddess Thalia; LishaChan; Lisseyelen aka Lady V; Lucy; Manders1953; Mellaithwen; Mirkwood Queen; mogcat; MoroTheWolfGod; Musicstarlover; Mystkyten; Nikki1; othrilis; Pheraearwen; phyddie; princessoferynlasgalen91; Rabid Reviewer; Rae132; Sailor Elf; ScottyBaby; selena; SeventhSpanishAngel12; Slea; Snow Glory; Star Stallion; szhismine; TaniaNZ; Tauron; tbiris; Tica; Tree Huhhin Hippie; Trista; vampy2k; Young Storyteller (And I think there's more name that I might have forgotten, you are so many! I truly hope no one is left out so please tell me if it is so!).

COMING ATTRACTIONS : I can almost hear the questions playing in your minds right now. Will Keldarion caught the last man who violated him? How about his past love with Arwen? Will he try to win her heart once more, or will he find somebody else? And what about Legolas? How does he fare as a father? A good one? A bad one? Or a totally clueless one? LOL! These questions will be answered in my next fic. I won't disclose the title yet, so just wait and see!

Till we meet again, mellons! Go to go!