A/N: Thank you all to those who reviewed this story! I'm glad you liked it, as much as I liked writing it, even though some time it was a pin getting past the writers block. There may be a sequel, there might not. But I guess we'll see soon! I hope you all enjoy this last chapter of Summer Wind.

(Words) Elvish

Summer Wind

Chapter 14

–3 days later, Mirkwood, 3rd POV–

The three woodland lords, Glorfindel, and Arwen sat around in the throne room, as the Hobbits, who have returned from some place unknown to them, walked in, followed by a guard.

"King Thranduil! They have returned! They have a maiden with them also!"

The Lords, Glorfindel, and Arwen ran/jog out of the palace and out to the courtyard to see Gandalf helping Dinenwen off a horse. Thranduil paled and looked to his son for an explanation. Galadriel's face was expressionless, tensing at the sight in front of her.

"She has the same face, height, and body structure as Lady Magdalena." Elrond voice out.

"But it is not her." Arwen finished.

"Magdalena, can you hear me? Magdalena?"

"Do not try to contact that Half-Elven creature telepathic." Dinenwen told Galadriel, standing in front of them. "She will never be able to hear you no more."

Galadriel felt the alarm look Elrohir gave her but she continued to look at Dinenwen.

"Do not worry Elrohir. There is a way to get her back, and her own body once more. Just be patient."

Dinenwen than bowed her head at them. "It is nice to meet the Lady of Lothlorien, who took my family in from harm." Dinenwen looked over to both Elrond and Thranduil. "I have heard of many tales of your healing powers, Lord Elrond. And of tales of your beautiful kingdom, Lord Thranduil, surrounded by the beautiful green fores. Even though evil has walked upon it, it is still beautiful to my eyes."

Both Lords nod their heads, unsure by this new Magdalena. But one look from each of them told anyone that they would rather have the old Magdalena back.

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–Later that night–

Everyone was in the throne room, dancing, drinking, and laughing, while the Elven Lords, Glorfindel, Aragorn, Arwen, Elladan, Elrohir, Faramir, Eowyn, Eomer, Gimli, Gandalf, and the Hobbits watched Legolas dance with Dinenwen.

"Lady Galadriel!"

Elrohir started but Galadriel raised her hand, silencing him.

"Thranduil, if you can, keep Dinenwen busy long enough, I may be able to get Magdalena back."

"We are only hoping she does not catch on to what we are doing." Gandalf told them, watching Dinenwen laugh, while Legolas smiled.

"Come, Elrohir, Lord Elrond, we must be quick."

Galadriel walked to the side, followed by Elrond, Gandalf, and Elrohir. As quickly as they can, Galadriel took them to the other side of the palace. She entered a dark room, Gandalf, being the last one, locked the door behind him. In the middle of the room was a circle of candles, the only source of light in the room. Elrond, who went off to his room on the way there, cam through another door to the side, a book in hands. He locks the door and walks over to Galadreil and Gandalf, flipping through the pages.

Finding the page, Elrond handed the book to Gandalf.

"What do you want me to do?" Elrohir asked, looking between the three of them.

"Dinenwen has returned Magdalena's soul and a second body back from whence she came." Galadriel told Elrohir, who widen his eyes in surprise. "But with the help of Gandalf, you are able to go to her world and bring her back. Only when she fully understands the feeling inside her and over come her fear, will the both of you be able to return here."

"Now just stand in the middle of the candles, and just be ready to help Magdalena. And be careful of her father, he may be with her already."

At Elrohir's nod, Gandalf started to chant a different language.

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–1st POV, Magdalena's conscious-

I walked through this dark abyss, trying to find a way out. I felt like I was asleep, yet awake at the same time. I breathe in some air, which seemed to be spikes against my lungs. I than felt myself falling, pictures of memories that weren't mine, pass before me. I soon found myself splash through ice cold water, which the surface froze solid quickly. I pounded on the ice, trying to break it. I started to cry, my fist weakening from lack of air and numbness. I looked about the cold water, nothing but the solidness of the ice that now surrounded me in a round ball.

I felt the pressure for air become more aggressive, my heart pounding, my lungs on fire. I soon found myself opening my mouth to gasp in some air, but only got a full mouth of icy water. Before I blacked out though, the ice ball shattered to a million pieces. I fell once more, my knees hitting a hard ground. I coughed violently, holding my stomach. I breathe in the air, leaning forward, so that my forehead touched the ground. I suddenly felt cold and tired, I couldn't keep my eyes open, nor stop shivering for that matter.

I heard a faint voice but I couldn't pay attention to it, for I felt a sharp kick to my rib cage, making me cry out in pain, and tears form into my eyes. I looked up to see my father's drunken figure hoover above me. I guess I passed out. Elrohir, Legolas, Thranduil, everyone was nothing more than a dream. Nothing but a damn dream!

"Dons yous falls azep oon me yous bitch!"

My father slurred, kicking me one more. I curled into a tight ball, covering my head with my arms, crying.

"Just leave me alone!" I found myself whispering.

"Whatz dija yous sayz!"

My father said out raged. I looked up at him, uncurling.

"I said, leave me alone!"

I felt my hot tears fall down my face, as my whole body ached while trying to stand.

"Dons yous dare talkz back tos me!"

He punched me across the cheek, my head snapping while my body hit the wall.

"Just leave me alone! I didn't kill my mother! It wasn't my fault!"

I screamed, looking at my father. His face turned an even more scarlet red and pulled back his fist. I closed my eyes, waiting for the blow but it never came. Rather, I heard my father's angry voice.

"Whos the hellz are yous!"

"Don't you dare lay a hand on her again!"

I recognized that voice! I opened my eyes to see Elrohir holding my father's wrist that was about to strike me.

"Whos the hellz are yous tos tell me whas I can and canz do tos my ownz whore of a daughter!"

My father yelled, staggering backwards. Elrohir threw my fatgher's arm at him and turned to me, holding my face.

"Are you okay?"

Tears of joy and relief sprang down my face, smiling at him.

"Dons yous touch herz!"

My father grabbed Elrohir by the shoulders and pulled him away from me, punching Elrohir across the face.

"No!"

I heard myself scream, as I grabbed my father's wrists, trying to stop him. But he was too strong for me, even though he was drunk, and just pushed me against a table full of glass objects. The objects broke at my contact, the piece of glass cut around my hands, arms, and cheeks, the blood flowing freely.

"I said do not touch her again!"

Elrohir yelled, as I heard a fist contact against flesh. I looked up to see who hit who and found my father on the floor unconscious. I felt a hand on my chin, making me jump and turn to Elrohir. I saw so many emotions pass through his eyes but what stood out more was the love and concern he had for me. I let a sob escape my throat and flung my arms around his neck, not wanting to let go ever again, afraid that he might be an illusion and disappeared.

Elrohir hugged back, kissing my hair. I buried my face into his neck, closing my eyes. I then felt a strange sensation over my body, a combination of hot and cold. I heard Elrohir mummer into my ear.

"We're going back to Middle-earth, (my love). We're going home."

Before I blacked out of tiredness and loss of blood, I remember thinking 'I have to ask Elrohir what that Elvish word means'

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–3rd POV, Gardens-

Dinenwen and Legolas walked around the gardens, looking up at the stars. Dinenwen suddenly cried out in pain, holding her head.

"Lady Dinenwen, what is the matter?" Legolas asked alarm, holding her arms.

"They are bringing her back."

Legolas frowned. "Who?"

"The half-Elven! They are bringing her back to Middle-earth with her own body!"

Dinenwen cried out one last time, and looked up at Legolas, her eyes a bit glazed.

"They have brought her back."

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–Dark room-

Green and red lights shimmered the inside of the circles of candles. Once it died down, on the floor was Elrohir holding on to Magdalena tightly. Gandalf put the book down, as he and Elrond rushed to their side. Gandalf took Magdalena into his arms, as Elrond examined his son's face that was now beginning to purple.

"What happened? Did you encounter with her father?" Elrond asked, as Elrohir stood up.

"Yes. Will she be all right? She was badly injured."

Elrond walked over to Gandalf and looked over Magdalena's body.

"We must take her to the healing room. She is very weak from the loss of blood she is losing and tiredness."

Gandalf and Galadriel walked out, followed by Elrond and Elrohir.

"Do not worry my son, she will be fine." Elrond assured his son, who shook his head.

"I will never stop worrying until she is healed and well."

Once they entered the healing room, Gandalf put Magdalena down on one of the beds, as Elrond quickly wet to get a few things, while ordering some young maidens who were already in the healing house. Elrohir was about to walk forward but Galadriel held out her hand, stopping him.

"You will only be in the way. Let your father do his job."

Elrohir and Gandalf both turned at the sound of the entrance doors slamming open.

"Ema kno tibella poera cida roma yact!" (What do you think you are doing?)

"Bringing back someone who does not belong inside you, but out here with us." Galadriel said calmly, but her voice held annoyance and higher power.

"Lac pa no em optale mecano zemo sana." (You do not have the right to do so.)

"Bacno lac pa no em optale mecano et sora yar venew, rupoa pta!" Galadriel yelled, turning the young princess. (And you do not have the right to keep her inside, locked up!)

Dinenwen was taken back, fearing the strong aurora that Galadriel let out. Everyone in the room felt it but Elrond and the Elf maiden continued to work on Magdalena.

"Lac dek so meno losul wuo, klfga Magdalena hajoto." (You have your won body now, leave Magdalena alone)

Dinenwen and Galadriel glared at each other before Dinenwen turned ono her heels and stormed out, followed by Legolas, who was confused by everything.

"She will be fine. But Magdalena needs lots of rest, I do no know when she will wake. Dinenwen somehow still has a hold on her, and is trying to stop Magdalena." Elrond said, sighing.

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–A week later, 1st POV, Magdalena-

I woke up feeling refreshed and energized. I sta up on the bed I was in to see a dress, which I made a face at, and slippers.

"My lady."

I looked to the left to see a surprise female Elf servant.

"Please, don't tell anyone I'm awake, I want to surprise them." I said quietly, but I knew she still heard.

The she-Elf bowed her head at me. "Of course. Would you like a bath first?"

At my smile, the she-Elf helped me over to the bathroom, and took of the bandages. She left afterwards, so I can have some privacy. I bathe for an hour and a half, letting the hot water relax my muscles. I got out and dried myself as best as I could. I put on the dark blue with a hint of silver dress on, with matching slippers. I let my hair down, but dried it as best I could, as they didn't have no blow dryer here.

The she-Elf walked back in and led me to where everyone was at. She stopped in front of two guards, who were ready to open the door.

"This is where I leave you, my lady."

"It's Magdalena, and thank you."

The guards opened the doors and I walked in to see everyone but Legolas and Elrohi. Link jumped off of Frodo's, or was it Pippin? Anyway, he jumped out of his arms and ran towards me. I kneeled and hugged him to me.

"Magdalena!" Half the men yelled.

I soon found myself crushed by four Hobbits. I laughed and hugged back, letting go of Link.

"I see you are awake, and all right." Thranduil said, as I saw everyone sigh in relief.

"Yes, I am. And I feel energized."

I looked around and was about to ask a question, when Galadriel answered.

"He is out in the gardens. The Hobbit's might be able to lead you to him."

I smiled in thanks and was being dragged by Merry, and Pippin, or Sam and Merry... Anyways, everyone else followed slowly behind. It took us no longer than 15 minutes and the two Hobbit's let go of my hands, as I stared straight ahead. Elrohir had his back to me, caressing a white flower. I took several steps before calling out to him.

"Elrohir."

My voice was barely above a whisper, but Elrohir sharply turned in surprise, eyes wide in shock. I flet tears start to form but I did not care.

"Magdalena."

Elrohir whispered, as I smiled. I ran towards him and jumped into his arms, my arms going around his neck. He spun me around, laughing. Elrohir put me down and I remembered that he was still above me in this... world, I guess you can say. So I quickly let go and looked down, feeling my face heat up.

"I'm sorry my lord."

I felt Elrohir grab my chin and made me look at him.

"Do not be sorry. You are not below me, nor am I above you. I do not care for such things."

Elrohir cupped my cheek with the hand he held my chin and kissed me. I closed my eyes and put my arms around his neck, brining him closer. I felt him smile into the kiss and put both arms around my waist, brining our bodies even closer, if that was even possible. I heard clapping, and laughing in the background, making me and Elrohir let go of each other. I looked to the side and knew I was blushing a dark red from embarrassment.

How could I've forgot that the group followed me here! I felt Elrohir put his arm around my waist and whispered into my ear.

"I am happy you are well again, (my love). But I have a question."

I turned to look at Elrohir, a raised eyebrow. He let go of me, took my left hand, and went on one knee. I heard Arwen and Eowyn gasp, as I just stared at Elrohir with tears of joy.

(A/N: Okay, I don't know how Elves proposed, so lets just leave it at this.)

"Will you be my wife, Magdalena, for I would die if you chose another."

Elrohir took out a platinum ring from his pocket. It was bare of diamond, but not of the beautiful designs of the Elves. I smiled, not able to find my voice, so I nodded, laughing in joy. Elrohir smiled, and put the ring on my finger. I help him stand up and hugged him, kissing him. This was now my life, and the end of my story... Or is it?

I moved away from Elrohir, and looked at him, the summer's wind blowing towards our direction.

"Elrohir? What does that Elvish word you always tell me, mean?"

The End