[Yes, I know. I haven't updated. I'm sorry. Heather has a lot going on in her life so she can't write her parts right now. Oh, and whoever said that I stole this story from Arwenamin didn't do their research. We are CO writing it (that means that both of us are writing it). Heather, if you're mad at me for continuing this story, please say so. I don't want to hurt you. Okay, chapter 25. Oh, and I'm using the word "hoe" instead of "s-l-u-t" because it sounds better.]

Lizzie POV

So, on Heather's side of the world, everything was going smoothly. Haldir asked her to marry him and she accepted. I watched them walk by me from my spot in the gazebo. They were laughing and had their arms around each other. A tear spilled down my cheek. I saw Legolas coming in the distance so I wiped the tear away. I would not let him see me cry.

"Lizzie, there you are. I was afraid that I wouldn't find you."

I turned around on the bench so he couldn't see me. "Why would you care about me? Your stupid hoe seems to be making you happy." I stopped talking because my voice started shaking.

"Lizzie, you have every right to be mad at me. I apologize for hurting you."

My voice calmed. "Who is she."

He walked to the other side of the gazebo so he could look at me. "Before I met you, she was my intended. I told her that I had fallen in love with someone else. She became angry. She said that if I didn't kiss her, she would hurt you. I told Galadriel of her plans, and Galadriel gave her the same punishment as Lindy-poo." I smiled at him calling her that. "Do you forgive me?"

"I'm sorry about slapping you." He laughed and came to sit in front of me.

"Will you have me again?" I grinned and nodded. "Amin mela lle, Lizzie." He leaned in and grabbed my lips in a sensuating kiss. Oh. Life was good.

Since the wedding was a little off schedule, we planned it for the next day. The Lorien seamstresses were working their tails off sewing clothes for us. But, I reserved the right to make my own wedding gown. After all, you only get married once. Heather volunteered to help so she helped me sew nasty buttonholes. Yuck. What I would've given for a zipper.

Heather was sitting in the midst of piles of fabric. "So, remind me again why you're taking back this weasel?" She stabbed her finger, yelped and began to suck on it.

"Heather, do you mind? This is a white dress, not a red one!" We laughed together. I reached out to take the dress. "Here, let me do that." She pulled the dress to her chest.

"No! I'm doing it," she squealed, and almost started crying.

Why was Heather acting like this? Oh yeah, I forgot. Hormones. I rolled my eyes and finished sewing the veil.

In no time, it was wedding time. It was also bathroom time for Heather and myself. Her pregnancy and my jitters were messing up our stomachs. I'd never been married before, so I was really nervous. While Heather helped me get dressed, Haldir came at my request.

He winked at Heather. "Yes, Lady Lizzie?"

I handed him a handmade necklace. "Will you please give this to Legolas?"

Haldir took it. "I will do my best." He kissed Heather's hand and left.

I gave Heather a look. "You have him totally wrapped around your finger. How did you do it?" She grinned and zipped up her lips.

So after clarifying what Heather meant, we got ready to walk the aisle.

Celeborn walked up to me and took my arm. "Are you ready, daughter?"

I wiggled away from his arm. "No, I want Haldir to take me down the aisle."

"That is not normally done."

I glared at him. "Do you want me to 'sic' Heather on you?" He gave me a look and went to go get Haldir.

So, with Haldir at my side, we started the wedding.

"Blah, blah, blah," went Celeborn, who was leading the service. My eyes were focused on Legolas. He was wearing a light blue silk shirt with black leggings. Ooooo. Leggings. I shook my head and got the thought out. My eyes went up to his neck. The blue, black and white necklace was delicately tied there. Its twin was around my neck. I smiled when I got to his gorgeous brown eyes. He was staring at me.

His lips moved. "I do." Oh, that's why he was staring at me.

I was asked the same question. I grinned my innocent grin. "I do."

"If there is anyone here who objects to the marriage of these two, please say so now, or forever hold your peace." My thoughts went to Legolas becoming a mortal. Sweat started coming down my face and I felt sick.

"Well, since there are none, we will proceed."

"No!" I shouted. "No!"

Legolas took my arm. "Lizzie, what is it?"

"You can't become a mortal! I won't let you!" I ran down the aisle all the way back to my talan. I shut my bedroom door, locked it and fell onto the bed. As I fell down, I swept a box off the table and the lid came off. "I want to be an elf," I sobbed. "I don't want Legolas to suffer death for me."

"You have already made a wish, you cannot make two," said a sweet voice. I sprang up. The box was floating in mid-air and it was held by a shining faerie. She laughed at my expression. "Do not be frightened, I am your wish. You have used me, so now I must go." She began to disappear.

I called out. "Wait, what did I wish for?" I was too late. I felt a sharp pain in my ears, like a piercing, but less stinging.

I ran to the mirror and what was at the end of my ears? Points. I was an elf.

[Hee hee. I liked the wish part. Kind of cool, huh?]