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Epilogue

Fourth Age 121

King Elessar had passed into the realm of Mandos and Arwen had followed him. The news reached the Elven Lord and Lady of Ithilien shortly before Arwen's funeral and they made the trip to Gondor to see her buried along with her husband. The tomb was dark and lighted only by torches. In a large sepulcher Aragorn lay in peace. Arwen was buried directly to his right and the two brave Hobbits, Merry and Pippin, were buried bellow him.

Iasbelin stood and stared at the tomb of her greatest friend. She had done the same thing when Eowyn had passed. This tomb, which now housed her friends, was a symbol of eternity. She was sad that her friends were gone but she knew they were happy. She knew her friends had lived long, happy, and full lives. She knew that her friends were happy in with Mandos and she knew they would not want her to mourn. Iasbelin placed a white flower on the large stone slab that forever covered her friends and turned on her heel. Her black veil caught the breeze in the tomb and fluttered around her face. Her long black gown dragged on the floor as she retreated from that place. She walked out of the tomb and took her husband's hand who was also dressed in black. Her smiled sadly at her, Iasbelin smiled back as the tears began to well in her eyes. Legolas gripped her hand tighter and led her back to their horses to take them back to Ithilien. They had one last thing to do before they departed over the sea.

Once they reached their home Iasbelin and Legolas dismounted and walked through the dark, grey ruins that were once their home. After the death of King Elessar the Elves of Ithilien sailed west and the light of the Elven realm sailed with them. Legolas and Iasbelin were the only Elves left in Ithilien. They came to a grey willow and joined hands as they said a prayer for the man and woman that lied under that tree. The head stones were small and humble but clearly stated the greatness of the man and woman who now resided under it.

Osric Athrado

Lord of Lebennin

TA 3016-FO 82

Gilraen

Lady of Lebennin

TA 3019-FO 79

Osric was blessed with a life span of eighty-seven years. He had married a woman of Gondor and as a wedding present Aragorn had given him lordship of Lebennin, the land of the five rivers. He was a great and just lord. Gilraen was his wandering star and the closet thing Iasbelin ever had to a daughter. She loved them both with something more than love. His children and their children were scattered over Middle Earth. Legolas and Iasbelin were part of their lives as much as possible but the call of the sea had been too great. Now all that was left were stories of how their father and grandfather were raised by two great Elves. Legolas, Lord of the Elves of Ithilien and Iasbelin, The Lady of the Land of the Moon were his parents and he never forgot that. He gave them a great legacy in Middle Earth.

Iasbelin kneeled down and clutched the earth that covered her son and daughter. She gripped the grass tightly and remember her home in Mirkwood where two of her other children lie under a tree in the gardens.

"Farewell, Osric and Gilraen." Was all she said to the man who changed her life. Legolas placed a hand on her back and cried with her. They had always known that Osric would leave them one day but now he had left them and they were leaving him.

"He would not have wanted us to linger." Legolas said as he picked his wife off the ground and gathered her in a hug. "He would have wanted his dear mother happy."

"I wish he could've seen what impact he had on our lives." Iasbelin cried.

"He knew. Every time you kissed him, every time you said I love you, every time you looked into his eyes he knew." Legolas soothed. Iasbelin looked up at her husband and smiled softly. She nodded and glanced at the solemn grave one last time.

"We should not keep Gimli waiting." Iasbelin said. Legolas smiled and took her hand as they walked out of their old home.

Middle Earth was now a memory. A memory that will be forever locked in Iasbelin's mind. She had no regrets as she walked to the horses that would take her to the Grey Havens. She was ready to leave this chapter of her life behind and start a new one. She had eternity in front of her and she intended to spend it how her friends had intended her to spend it, happy. She gripped Legolas' hand a little tighter as they walked to the horses. They came to the part of their home which was heavily wooded and Iasbelin stopped to look at the trees. The leaves were just turning orange, red, and yellow. These trees were starting a new chapter but they continued on in their story. Their story was one of life and death, they lived in a never ending cycle. As Iasbelin and Legolas continued there horses at a walk to admire the trees. Iasbelin smiled at the trees. She was walking into the autumn of her life. She was riding to new colors and new experiences.

She urged her horse forward and rode through the autumn woods.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Keep a look out for the prequel!