It was five days hence when the Battle of Morannon took place, outside the Black Gates of Mordor. The armies of Men would have fallen had not Frodo and Sam proven victorious in their mission and cast the One Ring into the devouring flames of Mount Doom to be obliterated and destroyed once and for all, severing the last shred of power that gave Sauron presence in this world. The war was won, but we could not immediately see to such celebrations. First, we had to mourn our losses. I attended the funeral of Thorin Oakenshield in a plain white garb and the Gems of Lasgalen clasped at my throat, standing beside his body which had been cleaned and redressed since the battle. The blade Orcrist lay upon his breast and I thought it only right that the sword he had used to fight for his kingdom, both to retake it and to defend it, should be buried with him.

Fili was now king, and I pledged my friendship to him as I had done his father, for I loved Fili as I did all who had shared in the adventure to reclaim their homeland. His face was sombre and grave, yet I hoped that gradually the light of his old self would return after enduring the grief of his beloved uncle's death. Kili would be there for him, and I had faith that the line of Durin would continue for another age yet to come. The armies of Mordor had been scattered into the winds, no more strength left in order to fight and so the last of our tasks were to destroy the pockets that escaped, as well as the fortresses that they ran to. Lady Galadriel and I saw to that, bringing the ruin of Dol Guldur to absolute destruction with our combined power which the Valar had granted me, but was steadily flowing back into the heavens.

Once all was ended in the north, I then journeyed south with the Lady in order to go to Minas Tirith, where Aragorn was to be crowned King of Gondor, just as I had once envisioned for him many decades ago when he was still just a boy. The white city gleamed as we approached, pale banners shining under the streaming sunlight as the horns sounded to announce our arrival, whereby familiar faces soon came to greet us. I embraced Aragorn upon dismounting from my horse, keeping him from kneeling before me where he intended to greet me so formally, and although my heart remained heavy with grief, I could not deny myself the joy of this moment where I saw the man I had raised as a child finally step into the destiny that fate had designed for him. "My blessings upon you and your heirs, until the ending of time." He smiled to me and kissed my cheek before then drawing me forwards in order to direct me to Legolas, with whom I shared a blissful reunion and almost wept to be in his arms once more.

Soon I was swept away in order to reunite with everyone whom I had worried so greatly for ever since their arrival in Lothlorien so many months ago, bedraggled and stumbling lost into the woods where I dwelled with the Lady of Light. Merry and Pippin practically leaped upon me with excitement, eager to tell me their tales of valour and courage as Gimli demanded news of his kin, which meant I had no choice but to inform him of the passing of King Thorin. We shared a moment of grief together, but was able to tell him that his father lived and was well, and that Fili was now anointed King Under the Mountain, long may he reign. The faces of Boromir and Faramir met me next, Boromir embracing me fondly and Faramir recognising me from distant memory whereby I offered them both my blessings and condolences for the death of their father, but I think both accepted their father's madness had driven him beyond their aid, and were merely grateful to still have one another. Mithrandir and I spoke a little of how the north fared, as well as what had been accomplished since the defeat of the enemy, but such words could be saved for another time, as now was meant to be a time of joyous celebration.

When I came to see Frodo and Samwise in the Halls of Healing, I found them together, resting. I greeted them softly and sat by their side, offering them words of comfort and the last vestige of power the Valar had given me was passed on to them both. I delivered that same light to them in order to lighten the burden that they had endured, knowing that the darkness of the One Ring which both had carried would leave an irremovable imprint, however with this the burden would be lessened, and Frodo most of all would be able to feel as he once had before all of this had begun. "You are both the heroes of this world, Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee. The races of Men, Elves, Dwarves and Hobbits owe you every debt of gratitude we can offer." I murmured as I brushed at their heads, smiling broadly at Sam's rather wonderstruck expression. "Your troubles are over, and an era of peace is now to begin. You may take comfort in the fact that every suffering and hardship you endured amounted to this victory, and you will never again need to know such adversities again."

"Thank you…milady." Endeared by Sam's awe-filled gaze, I kissed them both upon their brow and gave them a blessing in my own tongue before rising, promising that I would visit again and wishing them a plentiful rest whilst the city underwent preparations for the coronation of King Elessar, who united the kingdoms of Anor and Gondor for the first time since his ancestor Isildur ruled. I witnessed the coronation and was one of the first to offer an alliance between the kingdom of men and the Elves of Eryn Lasgalen, speaking on behalf of Thranduil who had agreed to the treaty as well as sent gifts alongside me to deliver in his place. All the while I remained by Legolas's side, and upon the night of that happy day, we conceived our first child together just as we had promised.

I returned to the woods of our father's realm where I carried and delivered our son, Ithildin, becoming his father's and grandfather's heir. We raised him in Eryn Lasgalen before returning south to Ithilien where Legolas started a colony of Elves there, and that became our home for many years where our son grew in the exact image of his father and grandfather. After Ithildin I bore one more child, a daughter whom we named Nenuial, meaning 'lake of twilight'. We remained in the land of mortals as the power of Elves continued to wax and wane until the last of our beloved friends passed into death, leaving no reason for us to remain. I begged our father Thranduil to join us in the Undying Lands, but in his heart he was still in love with our home, and could not leave the place where his treasured wife had died. At least not yet. I made him vow to one day join us in the West beyond the horizon, refusing to leave myself until he gave me his word that we would see him again one day before I was satisfied.

We took our children, the last of the Elven hosts and Gimli, the last survivor of the Fellowship of the Ring other than Legolas himself, and we built a grand boat to take us over the water into the Undying Lands where I met once more with my kin and saw the faces of my beloved family. Lord Celeborn, Lady Galadriel and Lord Elrond each greeted me as they would a daughter, and there I dwelled with my husband beyond the ending of Middle-Earth as we knew it. The woodlands that I had walked in the long years of my life soon faded into dust and no longer existed, which then allowed Thranduil to release his yearning for the land and brought him to us where finally, the presence of our kin was completely removed from that land. I had given council and advice to the heirs of Durin and Isildur long after their forebears had passed, even after my gift of foresight had left me, returned to the Valar, to leave me a simple being. I saw the changing of nations and the enduring alliance continue unto the ending of their kingdoms, watching from afar with my husband at my side, and my precious people near to me.

The long years of immortality healed me of all grief and longing, as I walked within the veil of worlds and found those that I loved and lost amongst them, so in truth, no one was truly lost. Our people remained in the Undying Lands until the ending of all things, and the world was made anew with the dawning of a new sunrise which brought a fresh promise of immortality and everlasting life with the people that I loved, and a chance to find the ones I had lost reborn in this new place that had been painstakingly crafted to reflect all the best attributes of the old world and improve upon its flaws. I stepped forwards, ready to begin this new life, and as I breathed my first breath of fresh air I closed my eyes to relish in the feeling of the new sunlight, feeling Legolas's hand squeeze my fingers softly to reassure me of his presence…and I smiled.