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Three months after the incident, Legolas could prove nothing. He had spent his nights delving into thoughts and memories, but could not seem to find proof that Astald had mocked the corpse of Termara. It was simply a lost case. Legolas had gone on his knees to his father and begged him to do something about Astald, but Thranduil refused unless Legolas could find further proof other than simple accusations. The crime had been belittled and forgotten and the elves of the woodland realm had continued their normalcy.

Meanwhile, on top of everything, Legolas was continuing his border patrol. The task was growing harder, as orcs and such terrible creatures seemed to come much more often, and there was rumor of coming invaders from the eastern lands. The earth seemed to grow darker by the day.

The wedding was growing closer and Legolas felt guilt that he rarely had thoughts of it at all. He was much too preoccupied with his duties and most of all, his enmity for Astald, which grew more by the day. Faerfain had grown worried about him and wished to only calm his mind, but Legolas often snapped at her comfort. Termara was like a second father, and Legolas was determined to avenge him.

It was one late night about four months later than the battles when Faerfain approached him in his chamber. Legolas was combing his golden hair when he turned to find her watching him. "Faerfain," he smiled grimly.

"Legolas," she said slowly, trying to find her words, "I love you."

"I know that," Legolas frowned. He could not guess what she was thinking."Legolas, I love you!" she said more forcefully. "I love you! Why do you not answer me!?"
"I love you too." Legolas replied weakly. When Faerfain looked even more distraught, he stood to his feet and kissed her. Then she laid her head against his chest and sobbed. There they stood for a long while into the night and Legolas realized that it was time to release the past- for her sake.

Her eyes were so beautiful, her hair so golden! He could only stare in wonder as he gave her their first kiss as husband and wife. Oh, how, he loved her that Faerfain! Oh, how she had given him hope and light in that darkness! He closed his eyes as he saw in his mind the image of a child, a small blonde headed little girl with his own eyes and Faerfain's wondrous smile.

Oh, what lovely eyes!

Like the deepest ocean blue!
Oh, we that marriage ties,

For all eternity, I and you.

The blood that flows within me

Will now be yours to keep.

Oh, to your heart, I now have the key

We will look forever oh so deep.

Legolas felt a joyful tear slip down his face to match the identical one of Faerfain. "I love you," he whispered. "And I always will, no matter what will happen." The look in Faerfain's eyes was enough to speak without words that she loved him too.

It had been decided that Faerfain would bare no child yet for many years to come. Although Faerfain was sorely disappointed, Legolas insisted that they wait until much of the darkness passed so that their newborn would not be in danger. Faerfain had agreed to this, as the newborn would indeed be threatened because he was royal. Middle Earth at war was no place for an infant.
Even thirty three years later, although not long for elves, the darkness had not ceased. The couple grew restless from want of family, but Legolas still kept firm his decision. His heart said to wait, and so he would wait. Whatever his heart said, Faerfain was sure to follow as well.

Once again, Legolas grew distant from his love and more preoccupied with his duties. He was to leave on a long trip in pursuit of a pack of wargs and orcs that threatened Laketown and Mirkwood itself. Faerfain, however, begged to be allowed to accompany him, as she could not bear to be parted anymore.

Legolas was at first appalled that she would even think to request such a thing. Faerfain knew not how to hold a weapon and it would be dangerous! He knew, however, that once Faerfain had a set mind, he would have to take her along.

The road there was dangerous and Faerfain was certainly a burden in ways that she could not fight alongside the elven males and was in dire need of their protection, but she was a blessing indeed for his highness Legolas, who found strength within himself whilst she was alongside him. Although the warriors alongside him whispered their regrets and the decision of the prince, Legolas kept his wife alongside himself.

They had defeated the orc group that they had come to slaughter. As they returned home, however, a different group of orcs came surprisingly to their diminished numbers. Unprepared, the elves were forced to retreat back to Mirkwood. Legolas then realized as he turned around his horse, that his lady was no longer beside him. He roared in anger and wheeled around to face the army, his bow drawn. What had they done with her!?
Faerfain… His beautiful wife, the only woman he ever loved so deeply…Oh they were going to have children some day, wonderful, dear little children! They were going to stay together until the end of time!

Legolas's eyes burned with fury and his soul heated up as if it caught on fire from hate. He fired his arrow and it hit an orc far off in the distance. He fired another one, and a second orc fell to his death. It was then that a crossbow was shot from across the battlefield. Legolas felt a searing pain in his arm as he fell from his horse and knew no more…

Legolas groaned as he lay in bed, unsure of why he had just woken up in so much pain. He could feel his shoulder throbbing and his ankle aching. His bones felt weak and his head, oh, his head! How it pained him!

He reached over beside him to place his arm around Faerfain, but she was not there. It was then that he opened his eyes and remembered the horrible skirmish! They had lost and the orcs had captured Faerfain!

He immediately sprang to his feet, only to nearly fall to the floor because of his weak state. He screamed in frustration as he lifted himself up and leaned against the wall.

"Your highness!" a healer scolded abruptly. "You mustn't leave bed! You are injured!"

Legolas could feel his breathing quicken and he replied in a raspy breath, "They have taken my Faerfain."

"We know, your highness." The healer said kindly, coming over to him to help him into bed. Legolas, however, shoved him away when he approached.

"They took my Faerfain!" he shouted. "Leave me!"

"I cannot let you leave this bed." the healer begged.

"Do you expect me to lie here and let them torture her!?" Legolas demanded sharply. "Let me free or I will have you executed for disobeying an order!" It was certainly a rash threat, and quite unneeded. The poor healer didn't know what to do. He never had let a patient stray from his orders, and was certain he would never do so. The prince, however, was insistent and the threat had certainly frightened him. Going against his best instincts, he said quietly, "Go then! Please, go as you wish! But I warn you, prince, that you are not healed!" Then the healer left the room, shaking, as he had really never been that close to death before.

Legolas struggled with himself as he hopped on his one foot, his hand against the wall to guide him. His ankle hurt him deeply, and nearly pulled him downward again if it wasn't for his unharmed arm that grasped onto a crevice in the stone wall. He slowly made his way into the hall and through the castle to the front room. As he opened the doors however, he felt a pair of eyes on him. "Adar," he said slowly, without glancing back.

"What an excellent healer to have you up and about within two days." Thranduil sighed suspiciously. "I have not seen you for an entire two months, and do I deserve no greeting?"
Legolas nodded, but continued limping out of the door. He suddenly, however, lost his strength and nearly collapsed onto the floor, but for Thranduil, who caught him before he hit the ground. "Let me be, Adar." Legolas begged. "I must go."

"You are still wounded," Thranduil frowned.

"They have Faerfain-" the prince struggled away from his father, but to no avail. Thranduil was determined not to release him and said roughly, "I am taking you back to the healing quarters."

Legolas felt an angry tear slip down his face and he shouted, "They have Faerfain! Let me go!"

"Guards!" Thranduil shouted, Legolas slipping out of his arms. The royal guards immediately rushed over and took the prince from him. "I'm sorry Legolas." Thranduil said quietly, the guard taking him back to the healing quarters. "I am so sorry."
Legolas, as he lie in bed, did not lose his grief for his wife, but he realized then that his father somehow understood how he felt. There was certainly sadness in the king's eyes and Legolas immediately remembered his mother, and everything that Thranduil must have felt when she died. He remembered Thranduil's reaction and the hurt he had felt because of it…

It was the second week after her death that Legolas decided to approach his father. There had been little talk of Nimphel after her death and Legolas wanted answers. He was only a young elfling and could not yet too deeply know death.

Thranduil was seated at his wooden desk in a warm study room that night, lit with a brilliant flame in the fireplace. He had one fist to his forehead and he was frustrated as he flipped through the pages of a very old book. When Legolas entered he said, glancing over at him, "Legolas, I have told you always to knock before entering a room. Someone could be doing something very important." At this, he closed the book quickly and shoved it away from himself.

"Apologies Ada." Legolas answered timidly, coming over to his father and standing nervously before him, his hands behind his back. "Hello." He could not find his words, although he had already thought out what he was going to say. "A-Ada? W-Why did she have to die?"
"Don't interrupt me with such silly questions," Thranduil said harshly, spreading out a map before his own eyes as if to feign a state of preoccupancy.

"I don't think it's silly." Legolas said boldly. "I think it's rather important. I've been thinking about it for a long while. I can't figure out why she would die, and you've always said I was wise."
Thranduil raised a brow and replied, "Legolas, please do not trouble me with this."

"But I want to know!" Legolas shouted. "I want to know why she had to die! I love her and I want her back!"

"She's not coming back!" snarled the king. "You know that! Do not trouble me with such little matters as I have not the time!"

Legolas bit his lip and said as he ran from the room with tears in his eyes, "You have died with her!"…

Legolas awoke once more to pain, except it stung his skin more than usual. He looked up groggily to see healers working with his wounds. One healer was stuffing herbs into his skin to stop the bleeding on his shoulder that had started up again.

He inquired as they worked of the lady Faerfain, but no word had been sent back from the search parties on her whereabouts. This upset Legolas deeply, but he had come to his senses and did not try to go to her again in such a weakened state.

Legolas had healed, quite nicely. Four weeks after the accident he was able to help search for Faerfain, although many had already given up hope for her. He traveled far, his father alongside him at many a time, but did not find her. He searched the many lands and fields until finally he returned home, heart-broken and exhausted.

It was late one night when Legolas felt a soft kiss against his lips. Opening his eyes he saw two other blue ones boring right into his. It couldn't be her, could it? He reached up and pulled her on top of him, where he sobbed and he kissed her, his Faerfain! Oh his Faerfain had returned to him! He had almost given up hope!

"Oh Legolas, I missed you so!" she said, lying in bed beside him, running her hand along the shape of his face, his lips, his hair, his spine! Legolas could feel her breath upon his cheek and her long forgotten smile, oh there it was- but something was wrong!

"Faerfain," Legolas said quietly, watching her smile and how it had changed ever so slightly, to sadness. "What happened to you?"
"Oh, I was simply captured and escaped to here," she said, saying nothing more of it at all.

Legolas smiled at her through the darkness, "Have you told any others of your arrival?"
"Aye," Faerfain replied, "Only the gatekeeper, but I begged him not to say a word. I wanted to tell you the joyous news first."

"Would you like to celebrate now?" inquired the prince as he traced his own hand over her fingers.

"I do not wish to rouse them from their slumbers," she replied.

"Ah, perhaps not." Legolas said, succumbing to her wishes. "When the morning dawns we shall. For now, you must be tired and wish for sleep."

"Aye," Faerfain answered, only a moment or two later having fallen asleep.

Faerfain had not escaped torture unscathed. Legolas immediately commanded that the healers take good care of her, although there were no signs of any fight on her body. There were no wounds, no bruises, not a single scratch! This deeply concerned Legolas, as Faerfain had not been acting herself since her arrival.

She looked as beautiful as ever, but her smile, Legolas could not help but notice, was dimmed ever so slightly. She had the same voice and spoke with the same mien as she always had toward him. Legolas loved her just as much as the day he had met her, and promised her that he always would love her.

Faerfain, however, had been acting slightly strange, despite how Legolas tried to deny it. He had woken up one night to see her rummaging through maps of Mirkwood and, strangely, the lands close to the East. He had quickly ushered her away from the desk and back into bed, where she averted his eyes and feigned sleep for the next hour.

It was more often that Legolas awoke to her suspicious behavior, but every time she covered up her doings with a passionate kiss on his lips that was too pleasurable to be denied by her husband. However, not even several years of such strange behavior could steal the love Legolas held for her in his heart.

Not long after, Faerfain asked leave of her husband to go on a trip. She would not say where, which worried Legolas deeply. He offered to go with her, but she refused to be accompanied. This surprised Legolas, as she had never demanded to be parted from him before.

Therefore, after she left alone on her journey, with not even a guard to accompany her, Legolas worriedly approached his father on the matter. Faerfain was certainly not acting normally and he felt he had done something wrong to bring her to such strange actions.

Thranduil stood outside in the twilight, the grey night air that had descended. Little fireflies flickered in the air around him and the crescent moon rose steadily in the sky. He breathed in the scents of Mirkwood, those of his realm which he had come to love so much, when Legolas came quietly up beside him.

They said nothing for several moments, but stood in peace watching the life around them in the trees and the last bird flying to its nest. Legolas finally broke the silence, "Ada," he said quietly, reverting back to the way he said his father's name when he was a child. He felt a tear in his eyes. He, for the first time in his life, felt hurt by Faerfain.

Thranduil glanced over as he saw the first drop run down his son's cheek. "Legolas?"

Legolas suddenly felt himself spinning and he fell to his knees. He could sense warm trickles down his face. He was shaking and he could feel himself losing control, but he could not stop himself. "Why is this happening to me!? Why has everything happened to me!? Why did they have to take Faerfain!? Why did they take my mother!? What have they done to my wife!? And Termara! Oh, they took Termara!" By they, he referred to Evil, the terror that walked the minds of even the fairest creatures. There was silence, not an embrace or comfort, just silence. Legolas let his eyes draw up to his father who was expressionless.
"It was in this garden," he replied softly. "It was right there in that spot of stone that I found her, that she took her last breath. She had the most beautiful eyes…I don't know why they had to close… Well Legolas. Have a good night and sleep well." At this, he simply left.

Legolas felt as if he were frozen. He was down on his knees, sobbing into his hands and his father had left him there. He closed his eyes in pain and screamed at the top of his lungs. A group of birds that had before been settled in their nests rose up from the trees at the sound. He took a deep breath and wiped the tears from his eyes, remembering the words his father had given him many years before. "Tears are but another evil." He repeated this to himself and said aloud, "She will return to me."

Legolas and his father spoke little to each other the next morning, and when they did they acted as if they had not met the previous night in the garden. They both feigned their smiles, but avoided the eyes of each other. The prince had forced himself to forgive his father, to remember that it was only his way of coping with the death of his wife, of still coping from all of those years without her.

Three months later, Faerfain returned to them. She was distant from her husband and quite solitary in her doings, such as her late reading of maps. Legolas even found her in her father's study one evening, searching through the old parchment upon the old, wooden desk. What frightened him more were her frequent trips to the dungeons, simply to visit. Legolas grew more worried for his wife, as he realized that her mind was growing ill. However, he could find nothing to do that would help her, so he simply loved her.

Faerfain, after one visit to the dungeon, left her husband once more on a three week journey. Legolas debated approaching his father, but was afraid to. He had turned away the last time and Legolas would never admit it, but was frightened of being rejected once more.

Faerfain returned and Legolas rejoiced. When he had just asked of her whereabouts, however, a guardsman rushed inside and said, short of breath, "The creature Gollum has escaped! A horde of orcs has preoccupied us and he has gone!" Legolas glanced at his wife as he stood and his blood turned cold. Faerfain had a smile placed on her lips, a smile that did not belong to her.

It was early one morning when Thranduil came to his son quietly and gave a strange request, "I want you to patrol the western border. Today. You should be back by tomorrow. It is not a long trip."

"Why?" inquired Legolas curiously, for Thranduil was shaking and fidgeting with his hair. "What is the matter?"
"Legolas, you will do this. For your father," at this Thranduil closed his eyes and shuddered, but a moment later forced a deceiving smile.

"Alright," replied the prince dutifully, "I will just ask leave of my wife-"

The king placed one shaking hand on his shoulder. "I will tell her for you. Now please, go. Go!"

At that, Legolas readied his steed and weapons and rode off into the forest, unsure of what to think. He had never seen his father so anxious. In fact, it was completely unnatural. He debated whether he should turn back and demand answers, but knew that if nothing was wrong the king's temper would surely rise. Besides, Thranduil had walked away from his son. Why did his son need to return? These were Legolas's thoughts as he left the palace. Oh, how later he would wish he had never gone from his father! That he had never left him alone!

He was not far from the castle an hour later. He halted his journey at the thing that next happened. A cry rippled through the air, a long wailing cry that strained to Legolas's ears. His steed made a movement to toss him off its back, but Legolas steadied it and perked his ears once more. The sound had echoed from the castle and he feared what it might have meant, for his blood chilled when he had first heard it.

He rode with stunning speed back to the castle and swept past the silent gatekeeper. He dismounted his horse uneasily and gave it to a very grave servant, who averted the prince's eyes. Legolas was confused deeply and he cried out in distress, "Tell me what has happened!"

"I-I cannot." The elf answered. "Your father. You must ask your father."

Legolas grew pale and sprinted into the castle where he saw his father. The king was pale as well and he looked up in complete surprise when he saw his son. "Legolas! Have you already patrolled the borders?"

"What has happened!?" demanded the prince.

"You have never disobeyed an order before." Thranduil said quietly.

"I heard a terrible scream from this castle and I want to know what you have done!" he said it sharply, commanding, so much that Thranduil shrunk down slightly when he answered.

"Please Legolas. Do not think wicked of me," replied the king. "I love you Legolas. My son, my son!" He reached out for an embrace but Legolas refused it, claiming that until he had said his deed he would receive no comfort. "Legolas, she, she betrayed Mirkwood. She tried to kill you- I saw her with my own eyes!"
"Whom do you speak of?" Legolas asked, his heart suddenly feeling as if it were freezing inside of him.

"She gave our plans, our secrets! Everything to the brewing Darkness! She was no longer the woman she used to be. Her soul had changed. The orcs that had captured her tore away her soul so that she no longer loved you. I don't know how but they managed-"

The prince held his breath. "Faerfain?"

"I have seen her hatred." Thranduil placed a hand on Legolas's shoulder. "I am not wicked. I gave her the option to leave- but she refused to leave-"

"Faerfain!" Legolas stepped backward, feeling his chest constrict so tightly that he could not breathe. His Faerfain…what had become of her!? "What have you done to her!?"

Thranduil bowed his head and he quivered. "This morning I ordered her execution."

The prince could feel boiling tears streaming down his face as he stared in disbelief at his father. Oh, how his world had crumbled beneath him… "How could you do this to me?" he asked quietly. "How could you do this? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HER!? TO ME!?"

Thranduil did not move nor reply. He simply stared at the stone floor, as if he knew the pain his son was feeling. Indeed he did, but Legolas had forgotten.

Legolas fumbled with his fingers as he stood to his feet and struck his father across the face. He could see the pain in Thranduil's eyes, the wishing, the regret, the fear. The guards threw themselves onto the prince in shock, but Thranduil waved them away.

The prince let his eyes bore into his father's before taking one more step backward. After a moment of quick debating, he said in anger, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye?" Thranduil repeated. "Legolas, this is irrational-"

"I am leaving Mirkwood and I am not returning," the prince answered. "Goodbye."

"Legolas, my son… My son!"

And Legolas, for the first time in his life, did not reply with 'my Adar'. He simply left.

This is only the beginning of another story, which is not mine to tell. The prince of Mirkwood bit back on his pain as he fled the place he once called his home and left for Imladris. There he delivered the message of the escape of Gollum at the council of Elrond and was bound into the Fellowship of the Ring.

He was the quiet member of the Nine and the other eight seemed to avoid him slightly because he was rarely comfort to them. It was when the death of yet another friend, Gandalf, shadowed him, that the others truly saw him, though he did not tell them of his past. There was no need to, he had reasoned. When he saw Gandalf fall, however, he could see Termara's hand holding his own when he was just a mere elfling. He could see his corpse lying in the puddle of blood. He could see Faerfain and his father…he could see his home so clearly. Much too clearly, he had told himself.

It was not until he befriended Gimli the Dwarf, son of Gloin, that he told his tale and felt the warm embrace of friendship that he had long forgotten.

At the gates of Mordor, he felt the presence of his ancestors, fighting for the freedom of Middle Earth at the last age. He could feel the rage of all that had befallen him spill from his arrows as he fought the deepest battle of his life. It was there, when he slaughtered a row of orcs, that he made up his mind that it was time to return.

When Sauron was defeated, he traveled with Gimli the Dwarf to the caves of Rohan and the forest of Fanghorn. From there, the dwarf accompanied him to Mirkwood.

Silence, only silence as Legolas entered the long forgotten place. He could hear his heart beating inside of himself and the vision of the little blonde headed girl running through the halls that he had so dearly wanted. He felt a tear in his eye. Oh, how he wanted that for so many years…Oh how he wanted a little girl to hold and love, and his wife! Oh, how he missed her! How the years had gone by so cruelly!
Gimli placed a comforting hand on the elf's shoulder as they neared the gate. It was a quiet place and no one stood at the post. Mirkwood had grown darker. "Well Legolas," Gimli said as they walked. "You are almost there. Legolas?" The elf had stopped at the gates and not moved forward. He simply stared out at the destroyed forest. It had been burned…Oh all of it had been burned! What beauty he once loved was burned! "Come Legolas."

As they entered the palace, Legolas did not see his father sitting at his throne… That room, the room he had last seen his father in. "I used to sit there beside him," Legolas cooed quietly. "That was my place." All of the memories flowed to his senses.

"So," said the dwarf, "Where is your father?"
Legolas sprinted through the castle, peering into every room. It was in the healing quarters, that he found his father, lying on a bed, three elves around him. He was wounded, very wounded, and had lost much blood apparently from a scar in battle.

He watched for a very long time, the working of the healers, the sweat rolling down his father's forehead. When one healer glanced up to look for another herb, he dropped all of the bandages in his hands. He began shaking and demanded, "Could it be you?"

Legolas did not reply, but approached his father, lying there, dying. He knelt by his side and whispered, "Ada."

The king jolted and opened his eyes to find that there before him were his son's glass-like blue eyes. Suddenly Thranduil let out a sob. He could see Nimphel holding the child in his arms- the first time he saw those blue eyes! The child he loved so dearly! "My son." He reached up and embraced him, despite the pain. "My son!" he screamed. "MY SON!" For the second time in his life, Thranduil cried.

Legolas could feel himself embracing back and he replied joyfully, "My Adar…" Thranduil's breathing slowed and he could feel his pulse weakening. There, for the last time, Thranduil saw his son's blue eyes. He had come home to him…He had come home… And there he lie, letting the last breath escape from his lungs, with a satisfied smile upon his face. Thus ends the journey of the greatest woodland king, Thranduil the Great, son of Oropher.

End.

Well, I'm sorry, did that suck terribly??? Please don't hurt me! LoL. Did you like it? Did you love it? Did you hate it? If it made you cry, let me know. It made me cry, but maybe that was because I was listening to a sad song to help create mood.

I was actually wondering if I went overboard, but I didn't want to edit it out because I spent so much time on it, I mean SO much time…

So I hope you enjoyed this!

Who knows, I might rewrite this later and make it better.

Well PLEASE REVIEW. Even if it's a bad review. I want some feedback.

OH WOW. I actually finished a story. AMAZING.

Yeah. So there you go. My first finished story.

Thanks for all of the reviews…and please review again.

By the way, there were many unanswered questions still looming from my story. The first being that yes, Astald did throw Termara at Legolas's feet, but he was never able to prove it. Astald had done it for anger at Legolas's actions- apparently he held too much hate and jealousy for the prince and his fiancé, Faerfain.

Faerfain herself was not evil. Just to clarify that.

Oh yeah, and I seemed to have forgotten about the sons of Elrond. As much as I love them, and indeed passionately…oops. They're kinda not in the story anymore suddenly. Anyway.

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