A/N: Hello! It is me! One last time boring you to death with my ramblings, but fear not! No more for this story shall I bug you before you can actually read the stupid story. Well, last chapter and the longest. Once more I will post my great thanks to those that actually read my story and reviewed.

Luthien and Tari Oronar, YamiTai, Fluffy's fangirls, and Legolass Q, I thank you all very much for reviewing chapter five! It is much appreciated and I hope you review for chapter six so I can see what you think (though one or two of you may hate me by the end!)!

The Passing of The Moon

Chapter 6

Cry No Tears of Parting

"King Thranduil." Elrond bowed his head to his friend.

"Lord Elrond." Thranduil returned the gesture.

"I wish I could be meeting you under better circumstances, but alas it is not so." Thranduil could see the guilt that was written on Elronds face as the lord spoke.

"Fear not my old friend, I do not blame you for the fortune placed on my son it was not of your making. I would just like to see him. I understand his time runs short." The elvin king sounded relatively calm, but his eyes betrayed him in showing the intense heart ache he felt.

"How is he?" Questions racked the elf kings mind, but only had two of great importance that worried him the most.

"He is very weak. Unknown to me when I wrote you, he has internal which will not subside. To tell you matters truthfully, it is a miracle he has even survived this long."

"And how long till the Halls of Mandos claims another soul?" Elrond stopped walking at this question for he was stunned. How could a father have so little faith in the life of his own son? But, perhaps, it was not lack of faith but pure reality.

"Perhaps a day." he paused. "Or less." With those words said, the two lords walked on having soon reached the accursed room. The room that held Thranduil's dying son. As the door swung open, the woodland king nearly fell over at the sight of his youngest son. The calm facade he had put on while with Elrond was all but forgo-ten, and in his features was immense worry. He had no longer the mind to hold his royal composure as he nearly ran the short distance to his son's side.

"Legolas?" he whispered frantically. "Legolas speak to me ion nin. It's your father." No response. "Please, Legolas. Open your eyes." But the elf seemed not even to breath. He just lay there... as if he were dead. Elrond looked to Aragorn for answers, for when he left, the young elf still could hear respond, see, but the human just shook his head for he himself did not know what had happened. Frantically, Thranduil put a finger to Legolas' throat, praying desperately to find something, anything to show his son was still alive, still fighting. There, a pulse. But it was too weak. Thranduil put his lips to Legolas' ear and spoke, whispering words that would hopefully bring his son back.

"Tis' not your time. You have much left to do in life. You will see her in your dreams, you do not need to leave this world forever. Please, come back to me." Legolas' ethereal glow slowly started to dim.

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This feeling was all to familiar to the elf. He had been here before, but there was no more pain this time and she did not dance in-front of him. In fact, he did not even see her.

"Wood Angel?" he heard a soft voice calling to from from behind. "My little Wood Angel is that you?" Legolas turned. It couldn't be...

"Naneth?" The she-elf smiled.

"Aye, I am here." Legolas wanted to run and embrace his mother, but when he tried, he found he could not move from the spot he stood on. The smile that was once on his mothers lips turned to a frown. "I'm sorry my Wood Angel, but you can not be with me till you make your choice. Either you leaf the world you love, or return to it. I strongly suggest the latter."

"I can not go back to the pain, the wars on my home, the battle Leneya spoke of... what if her dream was more than that? What if it was not a dream but a foretelling? I could not go back."

"All the more reason for you to return. If it is battle and war she speaks of they will need you. Our people will need your skill. If it is an attack of titanic proportions, all of Arda will need you to protect them. Can you not hear your father calling your name? He wants his son back. The pain will go away in time and all that will be left is a scar. Trust in yourself and the name given to Elessar. You will defeat this..." Her voice seemed to fade away, as she did also.

"No! Naneth, please don't leave! Please..." She was gone, but the two choices still remained. He could go after her, or turn away. Her words rang in his head. "Our people will need your skill... Trust in yourself and the name given to Elessar, you will defeat this..." He wanted to stay, to be in his Naneths arms, but he knew that could not be so. Turning on his heal to face the way he came, he slowly walked towards the black night...

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All in the small room (or large room but small with the crowdedness) waited with baited breath. Legolas had made no sign of movement for quite a while and all were becoming greatly concerned. He had grown so pale and skeletal he almost looked like a corpse, and the ethereal glow was now no-more than a flicker of candle light to cover a whole body. Thranduil gripped his sons hand tightly as he became distressed. For his son, and also for Mirk Wood. If Legolas died this day he would surely fall to grief as well as his other son Akayleth. When he and his sons were gone, who would rule the already falling forest? Who would protect his people from the attacks of the Orcs? How would-

"Adar! He... he's-" Legolas took in a choking breath followed by a flow of coughs, cutting Aragorn's sentence short. Thranduil, being as overjoyed as he was, tightly embraced his son.

"Easy, Thranduil," Elrond laughed. "You will suffocate him! He is not yet well." Elrond sat on the other side of the bed and placed his hand on Legolas's chest. It was rising and falling much to fast. "Calm down penneth, it's all right. You will be fine."

He was trying. Trying desperately to slow his breathing, to calm himself. But he was surprised at how difficult it proved t be. It was hot. Unimaginably hot. Well no wonder, he was covered in at least fifty (actually only five) blankets. But the pain. He had not expected it to flood back as quickly as it did. Needless to say, he was unprepared for it and he could no longer keep it inside himself.

The two lords nearly fell from the bed when the cry of pain Legolas had been holding in was released. They could not say it wasn't entirely unexpected, but it had shocked the two non the less and greatly frightened Leneya and Aragorn.

"What is wrong?" Aragorn was frightened. His friend had never screamed like that before, not even when his father gave him the healing medication. To hear such a noise from him now when it looked like things were getting better was simply alarming. Thranduil and Elrond gave sympathetic smiles as they tried to calm down the panicking elf.

"He is alright, Aragorn," Elrond whispered as not to further irritate the young elf. "He is imply not used to the pain. I imagine anyone would scream after being gone so long." This did not seem to do any comfort for Leneya however.

"But he is in pain!" She cried (literally). "Can you not do anything for him?"

"I'm sorry Leneya but I have done all I can. He will need to fight this on his own. Besides, he already starts to h-"

"A- adar?" All eyes turned to the bed, if not there already, from which the weak whisper came from.

"Shuuuu, rest my ion nin. Do not waste your strength on speech."

"Im... Naneth..."

"I know. I know..." Elrond showed the other 'children' in the room to the door, wanting Thranduil to have some time alone with his son.

"I will leave you two together, but if anything happens please call for me. I wont be far." Elrond placed a hand on Thranduil's shoulder. "Im raeg. Mandos innas tuvulá fëa sina mórë."

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Three weeks had passed by since Thranduil had arrived. Though still weak Legolas, with much fussing and worrying on Elrond and Aragorn's part, was finally allowed to wander Imladris on his own and not be confined to a bed or have some one following him day and night. All of the elf haven were overjoyed to see the Mirkwood prince alive, for it would be a lie to say that there were elves that missed that heart wrenching scream for there were none. But there was one person, an young elf maiden, who could find no joy on that day.

"Leneya?" The elleth looked up and smiled.

"Hello Legolas."

"May I sit?" with out waiting for an answer, Legolas slowly lowered himself onto the bench, only just wincing as his side still pained him. This did not go unnoticed however, and Leneya kept a close eye on him to make sure he was alright. He pulled her close to his chest and the two just sat there in each others arms with the only noise being the soft whisper of the breeze and chirping of the birds. The Elves sang a clear song in the night, but it seemed to have a sad under tone. Leneya spoke.

"The ships will dock tomorrow. We will set out in the morning. You will be coming to see us off, won't you?"

"Of course, Leneya. How could I not?" Leneya sat silent for a while, listening to the soft voices of the trees, for she new she would climb in them no longer. She nestled closer into Legolas' strong chest. She spoke once more.

"I'm s sorry for my leaving Legolas but..." She sighed. "but I cannot stay here any longer. Please forgive me." Legolas kissed the top of Leneya's head, he too holding her as close as possible.

"Ú-moe edaved, Leneya. Your life on this earth has been nothing but pain. It would be a cruel thing to ask you to stay." He started to sing an Elven lullaby he had heard Staragith sing to her many hundreds of years ago. As he ran his hands through her hair, she knew it would be the last night they would spend together until he also sailed. She did not even try to stop the crystal tears that fell down her face.

Aragorn walked down the long twisting hallways of the Last Homely House that led to the garden. Neither Legolas or Leneya had been in their bedrooms and no other place would be appealing to them inside the house. But in the garden, where the air was clean and fresh. It was the only place two elves would be. To his enjoyment, he was correct, for as he entered the gardens he saw two figures siting and talking on the bench. Sighing, he started to walk towards them when a hand was laid on his shoulder. Startled, he spun around to see Elrohir motioning to let them be.

"But he needs rest," He protested. "He is not fully healed." Elladan had now come up as well, shaking his head.

"My brother is right for once. He needs her now more than anything else. If you have forgotten, she is leaving in the morning." Aragorn looked once more at the two. They looked so happy together. But the way they spoke, sat, sang... he could see that hey needed each other and that his brothers were right. He nodded and slowly walked back into the house.

Later that night, Elrond went into the garden and placed a blanket on two elves, both asleep in each others arms, siting on a bench.

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The horses rode silently as they headed towards the havens. Leneya sat behind Legolas on Moonstar, here arms lightly holding onto his chest. No one spoke, it seemed no one even breathed. They liked it this way. Legolas and Leneya wanted it to be like this, like the night before in the garden, forever. They wanted to stay in that feeling of peace that could not be broken. But it could not be so. They both knew that, and realized it even greater as they all too quickly reached their destination. One gray ship was docked by the shore, awaiting its occupants. Leneya, Legolas, and three other Elves destined for Valinor dismounted their horses. The rest of the company soon did the same, but hung back as Legolas and Leneya slowly walked to the ship.

"I guess this is goodbye." Leneya choked out, hanging her head, but Legolas soon lifted it up. He studied her face intently.

"The moon does not cry, so why do you now shed tears?" Crying even harder, Leneya embraced Legolas as tightly as she could.

"I will not forget you Legolas Greenleaf." She whispered.

"We will meet again Leneya. That I promise you." And then, sealed with a kiss, the last words between them were spoken. "I love you."

As the ship sailed over the sea to Valinor, the company set back for Imladris. Turning round to face the spot where he had seen her last, Legolas whispered his final parting to the one he loved.

"Namarie, my little Ithil."

The End

A/N:Wow! I finished it! sniff my first story finished! Kinda sad... well not to shabby for my first, eh? Oh, here is a translation.

What Elrond says to Thranduil is this in the common tung: "I was wrong. Mandos will receive no soul this night."

Yup... ummm... Oh! I have a paragraph preview for my next story which doesn't have a title yet! Want to read it? Of course you do! Here goes!

Elladan ran. He ran fast. Away from the orcs that trailed him. He didn't understand. One minute, he was hunting for rabbit, the next he was dodging orc arrows. He wiped a dry tear away from his eye, one which he refused to let fall. Why did he want to cry? His horse, Elcarda, had been shot. Wether she lived or not he didn't know. He did not check for he had to run. -CRACK- Elladan screamed. He was falling

-scene change-

"Estel, look out!" The human turned to see an orc raise a sword above his head. Reacting as quickly as he could, he blocked it, but only blocked it. Legolas finished him off with a knife through his gut. "They are here." He whispered in elvish. But at that moment, Estel noticed something that frightened him. Frightened him more than the advancing orcs. Legolas was trembling.

Well, there you go! Intriguing? Boring? You can't wait? Well, you're gonna have to. I'm not even half way through yet! It'll be longer, so you might have to wait like a month. Oh well. Thank you for sticking with this story to the end! And I'm serious, if you've read it, review! Toodles!

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