Well, what do I want to say? Thanks for all your wonderful reviews, they really kept me going - I mean that. Thanks for reading this story, and making it my most popular one (so far? or always? O.o).

And, as always, I only own Linwe. Enjoy!

-The Author

The silver crown was placed on Aragorn's head. It fit perfectly.

"Now come the days of the King!"

She watched as Mithrandir winked and murmured to King Aragorn. Linwe and all the crowd cheered as Aragorn stood and turned to face the many gathered here. He began to give a boring speech about unity and humility; she faded out and began examining the hands of many of those around her. So many were unmarried, Linwe thought. She sized up a pretty girl with dark blond hair in a lovely green dress that matched her eyes (excellent choice) and noticed and soldier, farther down, with grey eyes and reddish hair. He was a particularly clean soldier, she thought. She looked back and forth from the girl to the soldier, and thought, it would be perfect.

It would be perfect, if she had Figwit here. Her companions were the Steward and his bride, who were so in love it was almost irritating. She had been too successful, she thought.

Aragorn finished – the crowd cheered again, and the white blossoms from the tree floated through the air, adding hope to the people around her. Linwe sighed through her teeth. Faramir and Eowyn grinned cheesily at each other. Aragorn began singing.

This is too much, Linwe thought, shifting from one foot to another. And the worst bit was, Figwit was not here, which meant that Arwen wasn't, which meant that she had to wait at least three months before coming up with a suitable match so he could have proper mourning time. How in the world could a man rebuild a country without a wife, anyway?

He went and walked among his people. They bowed properly, of course. Linwe bowed with Eowyn and Faramir. Eomer stepped out to bow (alone? Where was Lothiriel? Well, they weren't married yet, she supposed she was with her father).

Then, surprises of surprises, they stepped forward, swaying together as if it were a dance. They were led by that one Prince, the golden-haired Silvan Prince, Legolas. Aragorn smiled and put his hand on the Prince's shoulder. Legolas returned the gesture. They spoke, and the Legolas gestured again, over his shoulder. Linwe looked. Was that, just for a second, did she see Figwit's face among the Elves assembled?

I'm imagining things, Linwe told herself. You just miss him, that's all.

The elves stepped away, as if in a dance, again, to reveal the lead dancer. In this case, the lead dancer was a woman holding a flag before her face. She moved it the flag away – and it was the beautiful Lady Arwen.

Squee!

Lord Elrond whispered in her ear, touched her a little, and Arwen moved forward, her face disbelieving and dreamlike. Aragorn moved forward, too, although Linwe couldn't see his face. Her mind went from one thought to the next, from squee to cute to they're taking too long to walk forward to if Arwen's here, where's Figwit?

King and Lady stopped just feet from each other. Arwen was breathing hard, her eyes wet, but still staring at Aragorn. Finally she lowered her head – she bowed.

What! No! That wasn't right!

Aragorn seemed to agree. He lifted her head, she smiled, and he kissed her.

SQUEEEEE! Linwe shook with glee and led the crowd in applauding. The flag was forgotten – some young woman took it. The two lovers spun as they kissed, madly in love, and stopped, and kissed again. They touched each other, and Arwen laughed and hugged him.

They held hands and walked among the people again, Arwen shining like a queen and Aragorn looking much more comfortable. Linwe looked across the crowd at the elves again and saw Figwit, again. He was much more real this time, and he stayed there for more than a second. The crowd was filling in behind their new King, and Linwe moved to stand with Figwit.

"Figgy!" she said.

He smiled.

"Did you do this?"

Figwit nodded, grinning some more, playing with the edges of his sleeves.

Linwe grabbed him and hugged him, squealing. He returned the hug, patting her back. She pulled away, but somehow she couldn't let go of him. She held onto his precious sleeves instead.

"Figwit!" she said.

"Linwe," he said.

Another squee came up in her throat, but it was interrupted when he kissed her.

When he pulled away, they stared at each other, but Linwe couldn't think of a single thing to say. Around them, the people were bowing down. Linwe and Figwit climbed onto their knees, also, grabbing each other's hands. They were bowing to the four Halflings from that Fellowship.

Figwit whispered in her ear. "It occurred to me that the Undying Lands would be boring without you."

Linwe grinned at him. No words came.

He looked in amazement at her. "I've finally managed to get you quiet, haven't I?"

"Figwit," she said, "Look around! There's so many unmarried people here. And did you know that Men have more babies than Elves? And who's going to marry them all off?"

"We are," said Figwit. "And it'll be fun."

"So much," said Linwe.