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Chapter 29: Never Uncertain

There were few who were left in the clearing where the ceremony was held. Fanya and Legolas were there, and so were Thranduil, Arwen and Aragorn, Lenwe, Merry, Pippin, Frodo, Sam, Gimli, Gandalf, Ana, Gerin, Terra, and Linque. Thranduil had untied Fanya and Legolas' wrists, and both were being congratulated.

"It's so good to see you again, Fanya," Sam said to Fanya.

"It has been a very long time," Fanya said, hugging the hobbit.

"Yes, congratulations, Princess," Frodo said. Fanya beamed. The new title "Princess" made her giddy.

"Thank you, Frodo."

"Can we leave? I'm still hungry," interrupted a voice. "And I didn't understand a word of that... It was boring. Except for the part where they put a crown on your head. Can I have a crown, too?"

"Terra!" Gerin snapped.

"If you're good, Terra," Fanya said, picking up the girl and twirling her around. "I might let you wear mine for a while," Fanya kissed Terra's cheek. The girl giggled.

"Are you a princess now?"

"Yes, she is, little one," Legolas said, kissing the small girl's cheek too.

"And you're a Prince?" she asked.

"Yep," Legolas smiled.

"Wow..." the girl said, her little mind clearly baffled. She ran up to Gerin and tugged at her dress skirt. "Can we go now?" she asked again. Everyone chuckled at the girl's short attention span.

"We'll escort her, Miss," Pippin said seriously, taking the girl's arm.

"Yes, we will," Merry added, mimicking Pippin on Terra's other side. Everyone laughed. They all knew what Merry and Pippin were up to.

"We'll see you later," Pippin called, walking the girl out. Terra was about at tall as he was. It was very cute.

"Don't wait too long!" Merry added.

"Don't eat all the food before I can get to it!" Gimli yelled at the shrinking forms of the hobbits. "Well, you're Mrs. Legolas, now," Gimli said, turning to Fanya. "What's your first movement as a princess then? A royal edict of the removal of a certain Prince's clothing, it would seem to me."

"Actually no. I will have Legolas shove an arrow up your butt if you don't stop teasing me," Fanya said unblushingly. This made everybody burst out in laughter again.

"Such Princess-like words!" Aragorn commented. "I can see you're already a natural."

"Just because you're a king, doesn't mean I can't tell Legolas to do the same to you," Fanya shot with a smile.

"I tremble in my boots," Aragorn said. "Come Arwen... we can speak with them later, but I think it is time to let them be alone with their families. That goes for you, too," he called to Sam, Frodo, and Gimli.

"Ah, an old Wizard's duty calls, too," Gandalf said. He kissed both Fanya's cheeks. "I am afraid that I will have to satisfy some Hobbits with my fireworks. I will speak with you later," the Wizard shepherded the rest of the Fellowship out. Gerin left after hugging Fanya again. Now Ana, Thranduil, Linque, Fanya, and Legolas were left.

Fanya turned to her father and hugged him tightly. Linque was crying quietly.

"I cannot believe that my daughter is a Princess," he said. Fanya wiped his tears away. "I would have never imagined this day... it was perfect."

"Yes, it was, Father," Fanya replied. "I am so happy."

"You know what I have to do now..." Linque said. "I will cross the see. I feel it is my time, now that I have seen my only daughter happily married." There was such sadness and finality in his voice that Fanya did not have the heart to tell him he had to stay; for to say that, that would be selfish and this was what Linque truly desired.

"I will see you tomorrow," Linque said. He kissed Fanya's cheeks and left the clearing. Fanya watched him go with a growing sadness in her heart.

She felt Ana's hand on her arm and Fanya turned to hug her little sister.

"Thank you so much, Ana," Fanya whispered, fighting back tears. "You were wonderful."

"Really?" Ana brightened. "I was so nervous... the whole thing was so beautiful! I cannot believe how beautiful an Elvish wedding is... it makes me wish my own wedding was more like this one," she sighed. "But enough about my sorry past... you have a Prince to satisfy," she winked. "I will go join the others at the festivities. I will see you later," she assured.

"Thank you, Ana. This meant so much to me," Fanya hugged Ana again. They watched as Ana left, and Thranduil was the only one left with them. Fanya slipped her hand into Legolas' and he squeezed her hand sweetly.

"Well, Legolas, Fanya. It is finally over," Thranduil said. "All those hours lead up to now. I know you two wish to be alone... so I will stop babbling and leave for the festivities."

"Thank you, Father," Legolas said.

"Yes. Although you're annoying at times, I will forever be grateful for you performing our ceremony," Fanya smiled.

"Thank you for you kind words," Thranduil beamed and winked. Fanya and Legolas waited until Thranduil had disappeared before turning on each other.

Legolas pressed a tender kiss against Fanya's lips. "I cannot believe we made it," he whispered.

"I know..."

"They are not expecting us for some time..." Legolas hinted shamelessly.

"Yes... and what do you plan on doing during that time?" Fanya used the most seductive look she could to convey her point. Legolas, however was two steps ahead of her, untying her sash.

"Exactly what I want to."


Two hours later, the party was still in full swing. People were dancing, singing, and eating. Pippin was even dancing with little Terra. People clapped and whistled as the newlyweds entered the dancing ring.

And Legolas and Fanya danced their first dance as a married couple. They waltzed and twirled and laughed and kissed and enjoyed their night.

Later on, Fanya felt a tap on her shoulder as she was standing with Legolas and talking to Gandalf. Apparently Legolas had felt the same tap, as they both turned around at the same time. There Aragorn stood, looking triumphant.

"Yes, Aragorn?" Legolas asked.

"I believe, I have a bet to fulfill," Aragorn said boldly

"Bet?" repeated Legolas and Fanya. What bet?

"Ah... you have forgotten," Aragorn said slyly. "Let me repeat, words from the Prince himself: "If I win, I get to kiss your girl. If you win, you get to kiss mine.""

Legolas smacked himself. "I cannot believe you remember that!" Legolas agonized.

"What bet?" Fanya scrutinized the pair of them.

"Your husband failed to shoot 1000 bulls-eyes in a row in a friendly competition last fall. And the terms were that if he was able to fulfill that bet he could kiss Arwen, and if he failed I could kiss you. And I believe I have those terms to fulfill," Aragorn said proudly.

"Legolas!" Fanya whined. Legolas had turned away.

"Just do it quickly," Legolas said, hiding his face.

Before Fanya could protest again, Aragorn had kissed her with such force he knocked the wind out of her. When he pulled away, Fanya felt faint.

"Really..." Fanya said faintly. "I hope you don't do that to Arwen all the time. She'd faint every time you kiss!"

"Oh, but that's how she likes it. Rough," Aragorn said unblushingly. Fanya giggled, and before she could say anything else, Legolas had dragged her away from the human.

"Honestly, Fanya... would you like to see me kiss your best friend?" Legolas grumbled. It was bad enough to have lost the bet, but it was even worse to tell that Fanya obviously enjoyed her kiss with Aragorn. "And don't even say you enjoyed it," he added.

"Well... I could do without the beard, but he is a good kisser. I can see why Arwen loves him so much..." Fanya trailed off. "But he's ugly and I love you more!" she added quickly when she saw Legolas's glare.

"Come on, Legolas... it's all in fun," Fanya assured sincerely. "I would never love any other man... just you... and I intend to show you this every day for the rest of our lives."

"Truly?" Legolas asked, calming down and letting a smile light his face.

"Yes..." Fanya answered firmly.


"Will you explain to me about what the writing on my sash means?" Fanya asked later that night as they were walking back to Legolas' ('our', she corrected herself) room.

"That to which we do not know is not a mystery if we just try to learn. It means that if you persist long enough, nothing will be uncertain. I've loved you from the day I saw you crying under that tree, the day you ran away from you family in Gondor. I did not know you, I did not know what we would become, or if I would even learn your name, but I was curious. Something in my soul cried out to me to learn who you were, what you were like, why you were so upset. I put you out of my mind, but you returned to my conscious when I least expected it. And when I persisted on knowing you, it became obvious that I would never be uncertain about loving you..." Legolas caressed her face, staring deep into her eyes. "And I was right... I never was, not deep in my heart."

"And you never will be?" Fanya asked.

"No... I never will be."

The End.


A/N: I have nothing to say except "review!" and "head to the epilogue!" which I am posting as we speak... or as you read.

Orli: And the sooner you read the epilogue, the sooner I get released!

Me: So go forth and REVIEW!

-Ivy 6/10/06