A/N: Well! That was quite an interesting last chapter, if I do say so myself! ;) I really wish I had the extended editions of the movies, especially Rotk. The Mouth of Sauron is one of my favorite deleted scenes. The music is so awesome, and the scene itself was heartbreaking, but awesome at the same time. Anyways, here's another chapter for ya! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Lord of the Rings! Leave me alone! D:

I stood against a wall, a little ways away from Frodo's room, dressed in my favorite purple dress with silver trim on the neckline and cuffs of my sleeves, along with comfortable slippers, a belt of silver beads, and a hairpiece to match. Gandalf had said that the young hobbit should awaken today, for the first time since the fall of Sauron five days ago. Sam had already awoken, and there had been quite the merry reunion between him and the rest of the Fellowship, minus Boromir, of course. Things, since then, had seemed to almost instantly go back to normal, save for a few. Legolas and I were, of course, starting to make plans for our wedding, which was to be held back in Mirkwood. He had sent a letter the day we returned to Gondor telling of our return in the next few months, and of our wedding, which was to take place as soon as we got back. And then there was Aragorn's coronation to worry about, which was already being set up, and to take place in the next month or so.

Speaking of Aragorn and Legolas...I straightened up as I heard voices nearby. I smiled when I saw my two favorite men in the entire world appear at the end of the hallway, talking to themselves and walking my way. As soon as Legolas saw me, he beamed and waved to me. "There you are, love!" I ran up to him and kissed him, laughing. "I thought you had run off without me again."

I leaned back and looked at him. "Why would I do that? It's no fun if I don't get to drag you around with me."

Aragorn looked at us and smiled. "Congratulations, to the both of you. Am I correct in assuming that I am invited to this wedding of yours?"

"Of course you are!" I exclaimed. "Why wouldn't you be?"

"Did I not tell you?" Legolas said. He looked at me gravely. "Men are not allowed to enter Mirkwood. It is our law."

I looked at him, confused. "Wait, what? But I thought you..."

He smiled again and laughed. "I am joking, Íverin."

I gasped in fake shock and laughed with him. "I am offended."

Suddenly, Merry and Pippin ran right past us, charging down the hallway, stumbling as they went. I raised an eyebrow at them. "And where in the world do you think you're going?"

"To see if Frodo's awake yet!" Pippin cried.

I laughed and looked back at my fiancee and cousin. "Well, they've certainly recovered from the journey quickly, haven't they?"

Aragorn smiled, too. "You know hobbits. They're impossible to figure out."

Then, out of nowhere, Gimli also came flying around the corner and sped down the hallway towards Frodo's room. I could hear laughter coming from inside. "I guess we had better go see him, too!" I said. Grabbing Legolas's hand, we walked down the corridor together.

When we appeared in the doorway, Merry and Pippin were already bouncing around on his bed, and Gimli and Gandalf were standing at the foot of it, laughing and watching. Frodo looked all cleaned up and healthy as ever, and he smiled upon seeing us. "Íverin! Legolas!" I grinned, and we walked over. Once he noticed we were holding hands, he gave us a look. "I guess I've missed a lot, haven't I?" We all laughed.

The young hobbit's eyes flicked to someone behind us. "Aragorn!" My cousin also came up and stood beside us.

Eventually, even Sam joined us, and there we stood, the Fellowship of the Ring, fully reunited. Well, almost. I thought of Boromir, the only one who had sacrificed his life on our journey. Though we would always grieve for his loss, it was not in vain. He died for a purpose, to defend the rest of us, and to help us continue in our quest. And now it was over. Sauron was gone. I was happy. All of us were happy. And that was more than I could ever ask for.

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It had been exactly one month and a day since the Fellowship had been reunited. May first, to be exact. I stood with Legolas, and several other elves, on the top tier of Minas Tirith, in a huge crowd of people gathered to see the crowning of Aragorn, or King Elessar, as he was now known. I wore a long, floor-length gown, with a pale blue under layer from the waist down, and with panniers and a corset top in a beautiful robin's egg blue. Small pearls were dotted across the chest line, and a delicate pearl hairpiece was on my brow. Legolas was dressed in a shining silver shirt and looked just as royal as I.

We all watched as Gandalf stood at the top of the steps leading into the Gondorian palace and placed a silver crown on Aragorn's head. He, of course, was dressed in royal capes and clothes that and king would wear.

"Now come the days of the King!" said the wizard. Then, with a small smile, he added, "May they be blessed."

Aragorn turned around, and we burst into applause. I beamed as my cousin stood tall. He really did belong on the throne. When the audience quieted down a bit, be spoke. "This day does not belong to one man, but to all. Let us together rebuild this world that we may share in the days of peace."

We applauded him again, and he came down the steps to greet him friends and citizens. The White Tree of Gondor rained petals of flowers from above in honor of its new ruler. Legolas and I stepped forward, and Aragorn smiled and put a hand on each of our shoulders.

"Good luck, cousin," I said. "You will rule Gondor well, I know it."

He smiled. "Thank you, Íverin. I wish you the best in ruling Mirkwood as well."

"Not Mirkwood," Legolas corrected him. "It shall be called Greenwood the Great once more, now that Dol Guldur is surely vanquished from the forest, along with its shadow."

Aragorn smiled, and was about to reply, when he saw something – or someone – out of the corner of his eye. We stepped back, and he made his way up to a fair maiden carrying a pole bearing a pale green banner with the symbol of Gondor, the Whit Tree, sewn into it. The banner was moved aside to reveal none other than Arwen, dressed in an elegant green gown and beaded hairpiece. Aragorn walked up to her, and they looked at each other for a moment. Finally, he kissed her, and she returned it gladly. The crowd applauded again as they enjoyed their moment.

As I stood and watched my cousin be reunited with his true love, Legolas nudged my arm. I looked up at him. "What is it?"

He smiled. "Aur onnad meren, nîn meleth (Happy birthday, my love)."

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"So how does being able to shoot an arrow make you a better warrior than me?"

"Oh please, dear. Everyone knows that the bow is a better weapon than a sword in the first place, which makes me the better fighter," Legolas joked.

"I beg to differ! Which one of us killed more Uruk-Hai at Helm's Deep, me or you?"

He frowned. "That does not count! I was injured!"

"And you call yourself the better warrior?" I playfully punched him in the arm and laughed. He laughed along with me. "I love you, Legolas. Have I told you that lately?"

"Yes, you have."

"I'm going to tell you that every single day, so that you never forget it."

"I can live with that."

I laughed again and looked around as we slowly trotted on our horses through the trees. We had entered Greenwood yesterday, on August the fifteenth, and I already loved it here. Not as much as Ithilien, but still, this forest was beautiful. The trees were massive, their branches twisting and becoming entwined with one another, and their thick leaves providing a wonderful canopy of shade for us to escape the hot sun. I could easily see myself living here for the rest of my life.

As we got closer and closer to the area where all the wood-elves live, which Legolas said was called Laketown, he told me about the palace, and the people living there, and the forest itself.

"You are going to love it, Íverin! The palace has all kinds of places for you to explore, and we can have a room set up for you. I can show you our two tailors, Atanóne and Valie, and they will make you any type of dress you would like. We will have to go exploring in the woods sometime, as well. I must show you the Mountains of Greenwood, and all the hidden caves I have found there over the years...it will be so much fun!" He was so excited.

I smiled. "I am looking forward to it, that's for sure. Maybe we can go horseback riding through the forest sometime. I would like to do that, too."

"Oh, of course, Cala. After we get you settled in, we can do anything you would like. And we cannot forget to-"

Suddenly, there came a shout from nearby in the trees. "Ernil Legolas! (Prince Legolas!)"

He turned away from me and to the sound of the voice. "Iston le? (Do I know you?)" he responded. We stopped our horses.

A tall, lean elf dressed in armor and with dark black hair and blue eyes came running to us from ahead. Apparently, he was one of the royal guards, for Legolas smiled when he saw his face. "Ah, Lómion. Mae govannen. Man anírach cerin an le? (Well met. What can I do for you?)"

Lómion did not answer him, for he had a worried looked in his face. In fact, he did not even acknowledge me. "Nîn heru, goheno nin, pethe le erreth tolo hi. Lîn ada sen gurthin (My lord, forgive me, but you must come now. Your father is dying).

Legolas's eyes widened, as did mine. "Sen...sen tîr? (Is... is this true?)" Lómion nodded. Without another word, Legolas sped off on his horse, tearing through the trees. I followed him, moving as quickly as I could in the unfamiliar territory. "Legolas, wait!"

After several minutes of riding, we emerged into what I assumed was Laketown, not even slowing as we galloped down the center street, headed for the huge palace in the distance. I barely even had time to look at my new home, I could only focus on doing my best to keep up with Legolas. As we approached the huge gates in front of the castle, they were pulled open, and Legolas sped right through, just barely slowing down to jump off his horse and run inside. I followed him as best I could, but quickly lost him in the maze of hallways in Greenwood's palace. The first elf I saw, I stopped. "Man sad Aran Thranduil? (Where is King Thranduil?)" The servant, a woman with black hair and brown eyes, quickly led me through the palace until we came to a room with a closed door labeled "Infirmary." She gently pushed open the door and I stepped inside.

The room was almost entirely white, save for the beige colored floors. Several servants and healers stood with their backs to the walls, some holding trays with various bottles filled with different types of medicines and tonics. Several large cots were scattered about the room, but there was only one in use.

A tall man with pale brown hair and blue eyes just like Legolas's was lying on the makeshift bed, dressed in deep brown robes, and with a crown of lush green leaves, studded with brown gems on his head. There was several bandages wrapped around his chest, and blood was seeping through them. The man looked deathly pale, and I knew instantly that this was the King.

Legolas was kneeling beside him, holding one of Thranduil's pale hands in his own. "Ada...(father), Ada, it is me. Legolas." His voice was already shaky.

The weakened elven-king looked over at his son. "Legolas...you are home...safely..."

"Yes, Ada. Yes...I am alright."

"Legolas...I am dying...you must take...my place...as king."

Turning around, Legolas motioned for me to come over. Tears filled his eyes, and seeing him in this state made me want to cry as well. I stepped closer so that I was standing behind him and smiled at King Thranduil. "Hello, my lord."

"Ada, I have found her," Legolas whispered, "my wife."

King Thranduil smiled weakly and looked at me. "My dear...I am sorry that...we could not have met...under better circumstances." He turned back to his son. "Legolas...I am proud of you. And...I love you."

Tears slid down Legolas's face. "I love you too, Ada."

The King blinked slowly, and he locked eyes with Legolas one last time. "Goodbye..little leaf..." He closed his eyes and said no more.

"No...Ada! Please! I...Ada..." Legolas laid his head on his father's stomach, and his body shuddered as he tried to conceal his sobs. A strangled cry escaped his lips.

I placed a hand on his back for a brief moment, and then turned to the rest of the servants in the room. "He needs to be alone," I said. They all nodded, and quietly left the room. I left last, closing the door behind me, my heart breaking in two at the sound of my prince's sobs.

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Legolas remained alone in the infirmary with his father for the rest of the day. I remained outside of the infirmary door, stopping anyone from entering and invading his privacy. I myself never went in, either. I knew that Legolas was not one for comfort when it came to things like this. He just needed some time to be by himself, and think.

After hours of him being in solitude, the crying finally ceased, and he came out. I looked up at him, and almost cringed. If he had ever had any composure, it was gone now. His face was red, and tears still stained his cheeks. His hair, which normally was perfectly in place, was all over the place. In short, he looked horrible, but I could not blame him. I had also done my share of crying over the loss of Thranduil, whom I barely even spoke to before he died. It was a sad thing, really. He was to be my father-in-law, and he never even knew my name.

In any event, I stood and looked at Legolas. "Are you going to be okay?" He said nothing, just shook his head a bit. "Would you like to go up to your room?" He nodded. I smiled weakly and walked upstairs with him to his room on the second floor. He stepped inside, and I gave him a quick kiss before I left. "Everything's going to be okay, herma. Don't worry."