Epilogue
I was never able to make Legolas completely happy again. I sent him with many of our people to live in fair Ithilien, but even the sweet fragrances of its trees did not help him. He did his best to help bring cheerful gardens to King Elessar in Minas Tirith, but they were never what they would have been, what they could have been, if he had married Uherenye and been happy. Finally, in the year 120 of the Fourth Age of this world, the death of King Elessar, his friend, was more than my son could bear. He sailed with Gimli the dwarf, whom he called his "last remaining friend on this shore of the world," down Anduin and across the wide Sea to Valinor.
Author's note: This story is done! Thanks so much to those of you who read and gave feedback along the way - and thanks also to those who will (I hope) do the same in the future. I hope you have enjoyed my fic.