Hey readers! Yes, I know that I have left you hanging for quite some time. I apologize for that, but there just hasn't been enough time. Hopefully this last chapter will make up for it, though! I might have another story ready to go after a while, but right now, after I finish this, I'm just going to go through and revise a few of my stories. Thanks so much for following this story, those of you who did. This one's for you! :)
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After what seemed like forever, to Legolas at least, the Fellowship was finally ready to leave Lothlorien. They were all well rested and ready to continue their deadly mission. Legolas was relieved; now they wouldn't delay the world any longer. The fate of Middle Earth rested on their shoulders, and everyone everywhere was counting on the strength of 4 Hobbits, one Elf, a bedraggled ranger, a warrior, and a Dwarf with a temper. It was enough to almost make Legolas give up, but he would die before he did that. Pride would kill him before Saron got the chance.
Aragorn checked his wound one last time before they prepared to leave. The once gruesome-looking injury was now only a scar; one that Legolas would keep forever. That scar would haunt him to his very last days, for it only reminded him of the disasters and tragedy that occured in the Mines of Moria. Aragorn gave him a small smile, which Legolas knew was faked. "It's a lot better than it was a few days ago," he said. "You should be able to travel without much discomfort."
Legolas breathed a sigh of relief, "So, now we can leave?"
Aragorn nodded, glancing at the other members of the Fellowship. They all looked well enough physically, but there was no way to fix their minds. Just by meeting the eyes of the Hobbits, Legolas could tell that they were still grieving the loss of Gandalf. He, too, missed the wizard's wisdom and how he always seemed to know what he was doing. Losing Gandalf was a gigantic loss to their cause, for now they would have to find their way by themselves.
Legolas unsheathed his knife from his pouch, touching the engravings on the blade like he was seeing them for the first time. There was still a bit of Orc blood stained on the beautiful knife; just another dark reminder of their time in Moria.
He pulled his mind from the memories and gave Aragorn a half-smile. "Shall we get going?"
Aragorn looked around at the lights emanating from the treetops. It took a while for him to respond, almost so long that Legolas thought that the ranger hadn't heard him, but finally he said, "Yes. We should leave. We've been here for too long; we must continue our journey."
Something changed in Aragorn's mind then, Legolas could tell. The way that he held himself was different than before, and even the way he spoke made Legolas realize that the ranger was in charge now. Of course, Legolas didn't mind this. He knew Aragorn to be a very great leader, on the battlefield and off, and understood that right now, the Fellowship needed someone to guide them the rest of the way.
It didn't take long to get going again, Galadriel speaking with each of the members of the Fellowship before bidding them farewell. They left by boat, since leaving by land was too dangerous in the forests surrounding Lothlorien. As Legolas helped row his boat, he gazed at the tops of the trees. He could hear the sounds of the trees whispering about a new danger to come to them. Legolas sighed, realizing that this was only the beginning of a journey full of surprises.
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Wood Elf luver: Not the best ending to a story, but I hope that all of you viewers still enjoyed it. Read, review, and then keep a lookout for another story in the next few months! Thanks to all of my peeps! TTYL! :)
