Hi guys, lady Nierwen here again. Thank you all for your lovely reviews. It means so much to me that you like my story. I have to tell you, I really wasn't sure about the latest chapter, but you all liked it wipes away tear thank you all!!

Right O.K.

Reviewer responses:

Lindahoyland: Thanks for your review. I'm glad you liked it. I have always felt that immortality is a sore spot for elves and humans. I'm glad you feel the same.

Neoinean: Thanks for your review. Thanks for your views and for saying it was nicely done. I kind of imagined it that before Legolas and Eldarion had their argument, Eldarion knew all about his father living with the elves and he was happy about it. But the argument clouded his judgement, and because he thinks that Legolas, an immortal elf, whereas his mother is mortal, he wants to take his anger out on someone. (Does that explain it a bit better?)

Gozilla:  Thanks for your review. I'm glad you like it. Here is a mega fast update!!!

Shadowfaxgal7: Hi!! How are you? I am fine, very good!! I will definitely read that new story when I get the chance. I love your work.

I've always thought, well since getting that 'review' from seriously wrong that some people who flame others on this site, are seriously blind, as they cannot read warnings such as: movie- verse and AU. It bugs me seriously. You're right. Misunderstandings do suck!!!

O.k., just for you, here is my profile:

Name: Melissa

Age: You know it already

I.Q: 120

Appearance: Brown hair, hazel eyes, quite short. I have eczema under my right eye and on my neck and a tiny burn on my left eye. Not especially attractive.

You think your school regulations are strict? Well here are mine. (I do wear a uniform)

Here is what we have to wear:

Black blazer

White shirt

Plain black trousers, no flare hipsters etc allowed

White socks or grey beige or black tights, no patterned tights

Plain black shoes, with the heel no more than 5cm at the back. Not trainers.

School/house tie. (There are four houses: Blake, fry, Lister, Marconi and they have different coloured stripes on the tie for their houses. I am in fry therefore I am orange)

No make up

No jewellery

No hair that is excessively long nor too short.

Four stripes on the tie

Knee length skirts.

Pretty long list eh? What are yours like? The sixth formers (year12 and 13) get to wear their own clothes etc. What are your schools rules on clothes?

I had a friend from Michigan in year 5, but she left at the end of the year. Lauren. She was nice.

I am over in England. Near London in Essex. Hurrah for England!!!!

Bye

P.S: thanks for promising to have a word with flamers mellon-nin.

Sally-Anne: (See, I didn't forget the hyphen.) Thanks for your review. I now have 28 reviews. Have you read Hannon Le yet? If not, get a move on, no, only kidding. Thanks for all the nice stuff and everything. Me likes you!! I'm writing more, don't worry, have a look around on the site, look in my favourite stories and authors folders, some very sweet stories in there.

Seeya in school Sal, luv Mel

As I said before, these are getting very hard to write, and I though it was too early to send Aragorn to the realm of eternal sleep, because, well… it's too soon. Anywho, boring legal stuff that nobody reads anyway is coming:

Disclaimer:  I own absolutely nothing whatsoever, so it's pointless to pretend otherwise. In the immortal words of David Sneddon, fame academy winner, 'Stop living the lie'

Rating: PG

Summary: Same as ever

Warnings:  Same as ever really, you know, angst, fluff, fuzz, sad and oh yeah, NO SLASH!!!

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Chapter 10: Autumn days

A warm breeze swept across the gardens of Gondor. The grounds were dotted with golden leaves from the trees that towered above the people. The gold against the pale green of the grass, made a sharp contrast that was not only beautiful, but fascinating to the eye.

The gardens of Gondor were empty, save only for three people. King Aragorn Elessar, Eldarion, son of the king and heir to the throne and Legolas, prince of Mirkwood and lord of Ithilien. The three walked along talking of times of old. Legolas on the king's right and Eldarion to the king's left. Both supported the king in the middle.

Aragorn, now too weak to walk on his own, needed the aid of his son and greatest friend in moving. His time was slowly fading.

They were not thinking on this however, they were in the garden's reliving memories of old. Gay laughter resounded from each mouth, the two human's listening in wonder to Legolas' stories of his childhood, and he to their stories of journeys they had been on. It was peaceful to be away from the ever growing shadow of death that was holding on to Estel, tightening its filthy grip with every past day.

The three friends stopped walking, for Aragorn's sake more than Eldarion's or Legolas'. The king needed rest. They stopped at the tree that Legolas had spent many long hours in, while the king sat at the trunk, listening to the elf's beautiful voice. It was here that Aragorn had expressed his fear of the Evenstar's death. The tree held many warm feelings, and the three friends could feel it's warmth as they drew near.

Settling the king at the trunk, Eldarion and Legolas took their positions opposite him so they could face each other. After a moment's silence, Eldarion spoke up, his attention turned on Legolas,

"What foes lie in the forests of Mirkwood, Mellon – Nin?" he asked the prince. His natural inquisitiveness shining through his grey-blue eyes.

Legolas looked thoughtful for a moment, as if pondering his answer, before replying,

"It is impossible to name them all, Mellon-Nin, but the main foes of our people were orcs and the Mirkwood spiders, but they were cleansed from the land. Mirkwood is now called Eryn Lasgalen, meaning wood of green leaves."

"Mirkwood spiders?" Eldarion asked quickly, alarm in his eyes now.

"Yes" came the hoarse voice of the king. The young human and the elf had not noticed until that moment, that the king's eyes were closed as if he were sleeping. But he smiled. That was always good.

The two others looked concerned for a moment, but hid it quickly, knowing the annoyance it would cause Elessar.

"Yes, the Mirkwood spiders" he said again.

"Frightful creatures, if memory serves correctly, killers and the scum of the Middle-Earth. Save only for the orcs I suppose" he said. The king looked thoughtful for a while, his grey eyes misted with age that truly showed now.

"The shadow of Dol- Guldur spread and the spiders of Beleriand took some of Mirkwood for their own. They killed and fed on elves, men and dwarves alike. They shall be the only things that I will not miss when I die. Sauron and the orcs and every other foe in the Earth. No, I shall not miss them. It will not be long now, no" said the king, as he finished, he leant further back onto the tree and closed his eyes. If not for the rise and fall of the man's chest, the elf and young human would have thought him dead.

At the last remark, 'it will not be long now', Legolas turned his head away from Aragorn, annoyed that once again his friend had reminded him that he would soon be dead. Gone away from his sight. Never to return.

Eldarion noticed the elf prince's discomfort, and turned to his father.

"Father" he said. The king's eyes snapped open, but he did not move.

"Must you keep reminding us, especially Legolas that you will leave us? It hurts Legolas, so." Finished Eldarion. Evidently, he was not happy about hearing the words either.

"Legolas will have to understand," started the king, staring in Legolas' direction as the prince stared at him.

"Mortals die, they leave this Earth. As will I. He must be prepared for that. I do not want my death to cause him pain."

Anger suddenly welled up in the prince, boiling inside him. Furious, he looked Aragorn straight in the eye, tears of frustration sliding down his cheeks that he did not bother to wipe clean.

"I know full well that mortals die, Aragorn and I curse fate every time you mention death because it always results in conversations of your own demise. How can you expect your death to not hurt us? Myself and Eldarion. If you wish to speak of your death, speak of it to someone who would not care whether you lived or died. Do not tell me." Cried Legolas. Picking himself quickly from the ground, he strode away, fierce, angry strides. He left a trail of tears in his wake.

"Legolas!" cried Eldarion as the elf walked away. He looked to his father for support, but found none.

The king lay on his side, his eyes closed against the flood of tears, as one solitary tear fell down his withered cheek, followed by another. Eldarion gave his father's back one last glance before sprinting after Legolas.

Aragorn lay on the ground, weeping now, not taking the trouble to silence his pleas. He felt the bark of the tree that Legolas loved so much and pounded the ground beneath his fist.

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Sobs wracked the thin frame of the Mirkwood prince. Legolas' golden hair veiled his face as he cried. That, for some reason, what Aragorn had said, had hurt more than it ever had. He did not know why. Legolas was truly afraid of losing Aragorn. He hated fate more than anything now.

Covering his face with his slender, milky hands, he dried further. No one could see him here, behind one of the vast bushes of the castle grounds. He was alone. Totally alone.

Not for long though. A warm hand covered his shoulder gently. He looked to see the face of Eldarion next to him. Eldarion looked sad and sympathetic. He understood. All too well. Eldarion wrapped his arm around his friend and embraced the elf as Legolas wept on the prince of Gondor's shoulder.

Eldarion wept also. Finally, the thought of losing Aragorn had truly sunk in. And they were not ready for it.

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Eldarion eventually retrieved his father from the ground and helped him back to his room. Sensing that his father was not in the mood for talking, he left him to it.

Aragorn sat, lost in thought. He thought of Legolas and did not smile. He had been in bed for nearly and hour, thinking about Legolas. He was realising it for the first time, he was not ready to leave him. Not yet.

The door opened. Aragorn turned further away.

"Not now, Eldarion" he whispered.

"Estel" came the voice of Legolas.

"Legolas" whispered the king, turning over to face the elf.

Legolas knelt next to the king on his bed, and took his friend in his arms, both wept into each others shoulders at being reunited again.

"Amin Hiraetha" whispered Aragorn to his friend

"U-moe edhored" replied Legolas.

There is nothing to forgive.

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Namarie

Lady Nierwen

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