Yes I know the last chapter was short, fast paced, and probably was not what you expected. I did it because this is officially the final chapter of my book. At the present moment I do not feel like continuing it into another book about LotR so I choose this ending so I could start up again if I ever wanted to.

Thank you so much for reading my story up to this point, I honestly did not think it would go far. Far warning this chapter will also be fairly small. I hope you enjoy the final chapter of Elven Princess Under the Mountain.

Legolas had taken to wandering the halls of the Mirkwood realm alone ever since Jackie left with no explanation, even the dwarves had no idea where she went really. He did not know at what point she became Jackie, the person he was sure he wanted to spend some time -if not the rest of his life- with, from Dornessiti, just another eleven guard. It was probably when he first discovered her past. The fact that she lived through those things shocked him and made him want to kill whoever was responsible. It was then that she became a lot more real, as if before she was just another elf, all pretty much the same; beautiful, strong and prejudiced. Either way it mattered not. She was gone now, leaving all their lives as if she had never been there. Occasionally he and Tauriel would talk, just brief meetings in the halls, about the only thing they had in common. Jackie.

The Prince of Mirkwood was content to stay that way; sullen and silent. The usual vigor he put into his work had vanished, the way he teased the dwarf and dwarf-lovers were gone to. His father was through with it. He was casting a bad feeling over the entire Kingdom, all over some common efl? Youths these days…

Thranduil grabbed a nearby pen and wrote in his elegant handwriting; I require your… unique services, old friend. My son has been acting in a way that I can not, and will not tolerate. I knew you would understand the dire need of my situation more than any of your number.

Turning to a nearby servant he said in his usual placid tone; "Ride hard until you get there, and come as quickly pack. I require Saruman's help most desperately."

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Legolas entered the chamber to which he was summoned by his father. Two months. He thought sourlly, since she disappeared. The room was below ground, intertwined with the roots of a great tree. It was so plain and unadorned that for a few moments Legolas wondered if he had come to the right place. The walls were high and then caved together to form a cavern above his head. It was all stone, every single little bit and the only lights came from underground glow-worms that moved slowly along the walls. The inside had only a plain wooden chair in the middle of the room and a table to match to its left. The only reason he truly believed this was the meeting place was because his father stood behind the chair and to the left of him an unrecognisable figure until he moved closer. Saruman.

"My Lord." He said bowing to his father. "You wished to see me."

"Yes. It is of a matter of most importance." Was the brisk reply "I trust you know and recognize Saruman the White?"

"Yes my Lord." He murmured while eyeing the wizard. Saruman was very different than Gandalf, for one his robes that looked like white at first but if you paid attention to, was a mix of colours moving together in a never ending dance. The man also had a look of haughtiness that the other wizard did not. Where Saruman looked cold and even hostile, Gadalf looked like someone you would want to sit down and have a drink with, someone you could easily relate to and become friends with. He wondered why his father chose Saruman, not the other lovable wizard for whatever the problem was.

As if reading his thoughts his father began to speak again. "The problem my son, is you."

Legolas was taken aback for a second but made sure to keep any emotion off his face. "Father?"

"All your grieving is ruining the air of this kingdom, Legolas. Had it been for a noble lady from here or Lothlórien it may have been acceptable for this amount of time so long as you made sure to bring yourself back together but for a common guard elf? My son, that is unacceptable."

Legolas resisted the urge to yell at his father that Jackie was far from common. Instead he mutley nodded.

"Saruman has come to fix that for us."

Now he could not stop the surprise and confusion that was displayed on his face. "My Lord?"

"Come and sit my Prince." Saruman said, gesturing to the empty chair in front of him as Thranduil backed away.

Sitting down he began to ask once more; "Father what are you~" He stopped immediately to let out a loud howling scream.

Saruman's staff was glowing brightly and he was chanting softly but quickly under his breath. All the while the Prince of Mirkwood continued screaming, clawing at his head as if to rip it off, or something attacking it off. All the while the King didn't even flinch, his face remained expressionless, although a small, cold, cruel smile did make its way onto his face.

After about five minutes of this Thranduil began to grow impatient. "Are you sure it is working?"

"Of course it is working." Saruman snapped, never taking his eyes off the withering elf in the chair. "It's only taking longer than usual because of the time they spent together. He has many memories of her."

"But it will work, it is working?" The KIng inquired.

"Yes." Was the only response.

After another five minutes of Legolas screaming and clawing at his head, a golden aura surrounding him, Saruman muttering under his breath holding his staff straight and Thranduil watching in cold silence Saruman suddenly stopped and pulled his staff back closer to his body. The glowing stopped, the screaming stopped, the muttering stoppe, the aura around Legolas vanished as if it had never been there. "Done." Was the only words that came out of the wizards mouth, who was eyeing Legolas with a look of cold interest. The way one might look at a snailed you just put salt on.

"You are sure."

"Yes. Go see for yourself."

Walking toward his slouch over son he crouched down in front of the heavily breathing elf. "How do you feel son?"

"Fine, father."

Thranduil smiled. Now to really put this wizards magic to the test… "And you are over that girl- Jackie?" He asked.

"Who is Jackie?"

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As I said before, thank you so much for reading this far. It really means a lot to me. Like I said before I may start another book that continues the romance of these two elves into LotR, I may not. Either way I am kinda happy about how it ended, kinda not. Tell me what you think! LOVE YO