LAST CHAPTER!!!!

Been short hasn't it?

And BEFORE you try and kill me…

I AM SO SORRY! AGAIN! I KNOW LEGGY ISN'T MEANT TO DIE BUT… Grins meekly.

Faerlain.

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Chapter 6: Always Dreaming.

"He will be happy. He is with your mother now."

"He did not deserve to die. He shouldn't have died."

Thranduil turned back to look at his son from the balcony of his room. Férar was sat on the end of the bed, looking at his clasped hands. The King sighed and walked over to him. "Férar, look at me."

The Prince lifted his head, gazing at his father with teary eyes. "I miss him so much," he whispered.

"Hush Férar, its ok." He sat beside him and pulled him into a strong embrace. "We'll be ok. We'll manage. I miss him terribly too, he was my son, just like you."

"He was my only brother," he choked through his tears, clinging to Thranduil's tunic. "I can't go on without him. I need him Adar."

"You have Manwavana," he reminded him. "You have your wife."

"But he was my brother!" He pulled out of the embrace, anger replacing the sorrow in the blink of an eye. "My little Greenleaf. I promised to protect him; I swore to never let anything hurt him! And he's dead! Do you know what a…a betrayal that is, on my part? I let him down when he needed me most. I wasn't there to save him, and I should have been!"

"Férar, calm yourself," the King ordered. "This won't get you anywhere."

Férar jumped to his feet and stormed to the opposite side of the room. He looked at himself in the mirror. "What use am I?" he asked, more to the mirror than to his father. "I was no good at being an older brother to Legolas. I'm not going to be any use to Manwavana now. And Crown Prince? You can forget it Adar. I'm a waste of time, a waste of space. There is no point in me being here anymore. My life is nothing without Legolas."

"Please do not say these things!" Thranduil begged, standing. "For once, stop thinking of yourself! Think of me! You are not the only one to lose two of the most dearest to your heart. You have lost a mother and a brother. I have lost a wife and son. I cannot lose you too."

Férar stared at him silently for a moment, then picked up the nearest vase, and threw it across the room. It smashed against the wall, leaving a faint mark in the stone. He fell to his knees, the anger gone. His breathing was heavy, his hands shaking.

Thranduil hurried to his side and scooped him into his arms. "Its ok," he soothed. "It's alright. We'll be ok."

"I need to see Manwavana," he whispered, wiping his eyes. "Let me go to her."

"Go ahead." He released his son, and watched as he left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. The King knelt there in silence for a few minutes, pondering things in his head. His head was pounding, and he could feel his own hands shaking. He went and lay down on the bed, stroking the side where his wife used to lie.

It would be empty forevermore.

"Legolas would be proud of you."

Férar smiled and nodded, letting the tiny child grip his finger. "Yes, he would."

It was three years since his brother's death. And now a new life was here. A baby, his baby. A new Prince.

"What do you want to call him?" Manwavana asked.

Férar shrugged. "I don't know." He frowned thoughtfully. "What would you like?"

"Something to remind me of Legolas."

He nodded in agreement. "Something he would have liked." He thought for a moment, then grinned. "Iavasolór."

"Autumn Dream?"

"Aye. It is Autumn after all, and the word dream is nice. Trust me, Legolas would agree."

"Very well." She lifted the child out of the cradle and gazed down at him lovingly. "Iavasolór it is." She turned to her husband. "Legolas would have been a fantastic uncle."

"Yes. I can just picture it. Teaching him everything that was necessary!"

They laughed, and she lay Iavasolór back down. "Let him sleep," she whispered. She took his hand, and they left.

"He's adorable Legolas. He reminds me so much of you. He's going to be just like you, I know it, though hopefully not as crazy!" He smiled to himself, leaning against the trunk.

"I wish you could see him. I know you would love him. He looks just like you did when you were born. Oh yes, I remember it clearly! Golden fluff that was to grow into the beautiful long hair that you had. Big pools of blue that were eyes, and a great big grin. Cheeky, but lovely." He stroked the trunk, sighing. "I miss you Legolas, you know that."

The wind rustled the leave on the branches, and Férar felt as though his younger brother was in some way responding. They had planted this tree the year he had died, and it was now quite tall and strong. A laurel, with narrow, willowy leaves, and it provided good shelter in the summer. Férar always came down here to 'talk' to Legolas. It had been planted in memory of him, and Férar had found it helped to ease the pain whenever he was down here.

"We've called him Iavasolór, Autumn Dream. I wanted a name that you would like. I hope you agree with our choice. I picked it with you in mind dear brother."

He sat there for a while longer, then headed back inside. He stayed with Manwavana, playing with Iavasolór, and every now and then, glancing out the window at the laurel tree.

Yes, Legolas would be happy for them. He would like the name Iavasolór, and Férar knew in his heart, that his younger brother would always be there in spirit, watching over them.

A small bird hopped onto the balcony rail of their room, and watched them, head perked to one side. He was a blackbird, young and beautiful. He saw the baby in the cradle, and if anyone had seen him, it would have looked as if he was smiling.

He chirped once, so that Férar heard him and looked over, then flew away, out over the treetops, into the sunset.

So that's it! And yeah, he died. But at least it was different! So, a new story will soon be on show! Yup, coming soon. And check out my list of stories, cos I have put a new one tonight! Yes indeed!

Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed this story, I love you all! Giant group hug.

Faerlain.