Here's chapter 16! I hope you enjoy it lovelies! Also, I want to thank you so so so sooooo much for all the reviews you have left me! They've kept me going. Seriously!

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"The Ringbearer is setting out on the quest of Mount Doom and you who travel with him, no oath nor bond is laid to go further than you will. Farewell. Hold to your purpose and may the blessings of elves, and men, and all free folk go with you."

Anolindë stood at Legolas' side as Elrond addressed them. She could not help but notice the pained look Arwen had on her face. Anolindë knew Arwen would miss Aragorn terribly.

"The fellowship awaits the ringbearer," Gandalf said to Frodo.

The Hobbit looked nervous as he began to walk out of the front gate. The fellowship followed him. Legolas grasped Anolindë's hand as they passed under the arches. Who knew what this quest had in store for them.

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"We have removed the arrowhead, my lord."

Anolindë heard voices before she even opened her eyes. Her head felt fuzzy and disoriented.

"And the poison?"

Anolindë's eyes flew open at the word. Poison. Of course those filthy Orcs from Mordor would poison their arrows.

"Meleth nîn!"

Legolas' face appeared before her. Concern was written all over his features.

"Where are we?" Anolindë asked hoarsely.

"The houses of healing," Legolas replied, bringing her hand up to his lips and placing kisses on her fingers.

"The child!" Anolindë began, sitting upright, ignoring the pain that flooded her head.

"Is fine, meleth nîn," Legolas finished for her, pushing her back onto the bed gently. "Our child is a warrior. Like you, it has fought through poison and won."

Anolindë sighed. It was only then that she felt the pain in her leg. She glanced down, remembering how an Orc had slashed her leg. It was wrapped tightly in clean white bandages.

"It was not deep," Legolas told her softly. "It will heal."

His hand wandered to her belly where it stayed for a long while. He did not move from his place beside her, even as she drifted off into sleep, her body finishing off the poison. The healers did not bother the Elves, knowing that Anolindë would be much better after some rest. Elves healed faster than Men.

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"You are needed in the throne room."

A male voice woke Anolindë from her restful sleep. Already her head was clear, not heavy like it was before. She could feel the warmth from Legolas' hand still on her belly. The little fëa inside her was happy to feel its father's touch again.

"Why is he needed?"

Her voice sounded clearer than she thought it would be.

"Meleth nîn," Legolas began.

Anolindë silenced him by squeezing his hand gently.

"Lord Aragorn requests Prince Legolas' presence," the man in armor, bearing the symbol of Minas Tirith, said.

"I shall be there soon," Legolas said to him.

"And the princess?" the man asked, gesturing to Anolindë.

Both Elves smiled.

"Yes, the princess shall be attending as well," Legolas said, looking at his mate.

"I shall inform Lord Aragorn."

Anolindë could not help but laugh at the title of princess. Her laughter was filled with excitement and nervousness. She would be a princess. And if anything happened that made Legolas king, she would be a queen. A young maid entered the room, raven hair tightly bound in a bun on the back of her head, holding a white gown.

"For you, my lady," she said nervously, brown eyes moving back and forth between the two Elves.

"Thank you," Anolindë said as she accepted the gown.

"I am Giwen," the young girl introduced herself. "I have been appointed to assist you, Princess Anolindë."

"Thank you Giwen but I can manage," Anolindë said kindly.

Giwen bowed before scampering out of the room. Anolindë peeled back the covers and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Legolas helped her to stand. Her legs quickly regained their strength as she stood. Legolas untied the laces of the simple healing gown she was in, letting it fall and pool at her feet. His eyes wandered her naked body, taking in every bruise that marked her ivory skin. His hands ghosted across her bare shoulders and down her back. Anolindë stood quietly, letting her beloved look at her. She shuddered slightly as he came to stand behind her, pulling her close.

"Even with your marks of battle, you are beautiful," he whispered into her ear.

His fingers ran up her sides, cupping her breasts. She turned in his arms to face him. His eyes were dark with lust.

"No meleth nîn," she whispered, smiling and pulling back. "Lord Aragorn awaits us."

"Yes, my princess," he said, his eyes still hungrily gazing at her. "As you wish."

Despite the heat growing in her belly, she began to put on the more elegant gown Giwen had brought her. Legolas tied the laces securely before pulling her to him.

"You will be mine later," he growled huskily to her.

"Yes my prince," she whispered, leaning up to kiss him.

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"Frodo has passed beyond my sight. The darkness is deepening."

Gandalf paced the throne room, worry in his eyes. Anolindë stood in between Legolas and Éomer, watching the wizard.

"If Sauron had the ring, we would know it," Aragorn said.

"It's only a matter of time," Gandalf continued. "He has suffered a defeat, yes, but behind the walls of Mordor, our enemy is regrouping."

"Let him stay there! Let him rot! Why should we care?" Gimli grunted from his position on the late Steward of Gondor's smaller throne.

"Because ten thousand Orcs now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom," Gandalf answered angrily. "I've sent him to his death."

"No," Aragorn said quietly. "There is still hope for Frodo. He needs time and safe passage across the plains of Gorgoth. We can give him that."

"How?" Gimli asked.

"Draw out Sauron's armies," Aragorn replied. "Empty his lands. Then we gather our full strength and march on the black gate."

Anolindë's eyes widened. Gimli coughed in surprise. Anolindë looked sideways at Legolas, who looked surprised as well.

"We cannot achieve victory through strength of arms," came Éomer's reply.

The man of Rohan had been silent until now. Theoden had passed, leaving the title of king to Éomer. He was still adjusting to his new position. And he still mourning the passing of his uncle.

"Not for ourselves," Aragorn said. "But we can give Frodo his chance if we keep Sauron's eye fixed upon us. Keep him blind to all else that moves."

"A diversion," Legolas spoke up.

"Certainty of death. Small chance of success," Gimli grumbled. "What are we waiting for?"

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Night had fallen upon the White City. Legolas and Anolindë had retired to their chambers. Giwen had brought them a small meal which consisted of fruits and bread. Legolas watched his mate as she ate. He knew now that he could not prevent her from joining him in battle. This battle was the battle to end the war. The battle that would decide their fates. She would not be kept from it. Something about this thought and seeing her as the firelight danced upon her face aroused him. He set his plate down and stood.

"Meleth nîn?" she asked, blue eyes mirroring the flames of the fire, as he walked to her.

He took her plate and set it down on a small table. Lifting her into his arms, he caught her lips with his. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck to steady herself. Carefully, she brushed her fingers against the pointed shell of his ear, one of the most sensitive place on an Elf. His body shuddered at the touch and he carried her to the bed. As gently as he could, he flung her onto the soft mattress, crawling over her.

"I told you that you would be mine," he whispered.

Anolindë smiled up at him as his hands ran up the length of her inner thigh, pushing her dress upwards as they did. His fingers found her sweet spot, attacking it with precise movements that soon had her writhing underneath him. She fisted her hands into the blankets, crying out softly.

"Legolas," she mewled as he removed his fingers.

Swiftly, he unbuttoned his tunic and flung it to one side. Her fingers uncurled themselves from the blankets and went straight for the laces on his trousers as he almost ripped the gown that clung to her body. Finally undressed, he trailed his hands down her arms and sides as he placed soft kisses along her collarbone. Her hips rose upwards to grind into him, a silent plea for him to enter her. His hands reached her hips and pushed them down onto the bed. His fingers dug ever-so-gently into her flesh, wary of the fading bruises she had sustained in battle. His eyes met hers as he found his way to her entrance. Silently, Anolindë plead with him to go on. Pushing his hips forward, he entered her until he was fully sheathed inside. She whimpered, grabbing onto his muscular upper arms as he slowly began to move. She felt the familiar heat starting to radiate from her lower body. Instead of allowing it to spread through her, in one swift move she grabbed his hips and flipped him over so she sat atop him. It surprised yet intrigued Legolas, his eyes meeting hers yet again. There was a dominant fierceness shining in them. He sat up to kiss his beloved before she pushed him back down. Her fingers traced every muscle, starting at his chest and making her way down the V-shape on his lower abdomen. He twitched slightly as he enjoyed the sensation of her soft fingers on his skin. Starting slowly, she began to move up and down on his shaft, going faster and faster after she established a rhythm. The heat began to grow in her lower body again, and this time she let it spread. Her release was very near. Legolas grabbed her waist and flipped them over again, beginning to thrust into her with need. He buried his face into her neck as her release came, her muscles clenching around him. The erotic sensation proved to be too much for him and his release burst forth, shooting deep inside of her. After one last thrust, he stilled inside her, allowing them both to come down from their intense releases. With a contented moan, he pulled himself up and rolled off of her, falling into the mattress beside her. She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. His hand moved to her belly, splaying his fingers across it.

"I shall forever be yours," Anolindë whispered.

"And I shall forever be yours," Legolas whispered back, pressing his lips to the top of her head.

They lay in silence for the rest of the night for the next morning, they rode out to Mordor and the final battle of Middle Earth.

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