Legolas carried her far. He carried her as Frodo and Sam destroyed the ring. He carried her as Aragorn was victorious, and as Eowyn fought bravely. He carried her as the orcs were slain and as evil was destroyed from Middle Earth. He carried her into Minas Tirith where she could be healed, where she could live. He prayed that it had not been too late, he prayed that she could be spared.
Hours, days and weeks passed. Raeya grew stronger, she fought the fever, and her body healed but still she slept, locked in her mind. And all the while Legolas waited by her bed side, willing her to wake up, willing her to live and be happy. That's all he wanted now, for her to be alive and be happy. He wished it above all else on Middle Earth.
Raeya was in a strange place. By a large pool. Her father was there, and she would speak to him everyday. Telling him about the things she'd done the things she saw. And he would nod wisely and love her as if he had come home from war. She stared into the water as it swirled, she saw her face in it. But it was different. She looked fair, like a she-elf should do. She hardly recognised it as her own face. She had always considered her face to be hard and weathered. But this new face was soft, and pretty. She would never had believed it was her except for her eyes. Her eyes were the same, deep, mysterious with dark rings inside them. The water swirled some more, and she could no longer see her reflection. He father looked over at her.
"It's time for you to leave."
"Must I?" said Raeya.
"Yes my sweet. He is waiting for you." He gathered her to him. "I shall not see you for a long time my love. But always remember this, I will never be ashamed of anything you could do." He kissed her on her forehead and watched her go.
Her eyes flittered, she stirred and then her eyes were open and trying to focus. There was a ceiling. She sat up. She was in a bed. A human bed by all accounts. She stood and tried her legs, they were a little wobbly but she managed to get to the window. She felt strange she looked down at her clothes. they weren't there. She was wearing a long flowing silk nightgown. Raeya drew back the lace curtains and looked out of the window. It took her a while to recognise the place, but it was definitely Minas Tirith. The turret was being re-built, and the bodies had been moved, the war was over. Someone walked in through the door and gasped. She knew who it was of course. She turned to look at him. And there Legolas stood a gallant handsome elf, who had saved her just as she had saved him. She smiled at him as he crossed over to her.
"I see you have finally got me to wear maidens clothing." She said.
He walked to her and held her in his arms. No words came as their lips met, and their love reawakened inside. They would spend eternity together, exploring Middle Earth, finding a home, having a family, and maybe one day they too would sail to the west. But not yet. The future was mapped out for them. They would love together forever.