Thought I would be nice and give ya'll a chapter on what happened after Feywen's death. Enjoy!

He watched the other Elf as he stood next to the marker. His wife's ashes had been scattered through the elements by the use of a brooch a Hobbit had. The quarter that had been given to the earth had been buried next to Gilraen and marked with a simple rose.

"Why are you watching him?"

"I am curious." Carolani stood next to him.

"About what?"

"Why hasn't Glorfindel faded? If he loved her as much as he claims he does, why hasn't he faded so he can be with her?"

"Why haven't you?" She countered.

"How dare you?" He yelled in a hushed whisper, turning to her. "I loved her with all my being since the moment she joined our Company."

"How dare I?" She replied, a fire in her eyes. "I dare because if you go with that logic, why haven't you faded so you can be with Feywen? You claim to love her. You married her. So why haven't you faded?"

"My people need me. I am the king."

"Nothing has ever stopped you from getting what you wanted before. So why has it changed now that your father and Feywen are dead?" Legolas didn't answer. "I know why. You never really loved her after she picked Glorfindel over you. That is why you haven't faded. You never really loved her after the war ended. I also know why Glorfindel hasn't faded because I know Feywen. Feywen would not want him to give up on his life just because she is gone. They both know that Middle Earth still needs someone to protect it. There are ancient evils that the Men cannot prevail against. He stays so he can fight in her name should he be called to. He knows that Feywen would stay as well because she also knows that someone has to protect the people of Middle Earth, especially the Hobbits." Carolani turned and began to walk away. Legolas followed her a ways and then grabbed her hand. She stopped.

"Carolani,"

"Don't, Legolas. Just like you never really loved Feywen, you never loved me."

"But I do. Seeing Glorfindel like this, after losing Feywen. My eyes have been opened that even though we have forever to live, it can be cut short in an instant. I love you, Carolani. I don't care what my father said."

"Legolas, if you loved me, you would have fought your father then instead of letting me go. What I said to you in Gondor is the truth. I was blinded by your position. I should have known that a prince, a High Elf, could never love a Silvan Elf like me. Maybe someday I will find someone I can love without fear of being judged."

"But I do not judge you."

"No? If you didn't judge me, you would have followed me from Gondor and taken me back to Mirkwood and demanded your father to accept me because I make you happy. But you didn't. Instead, you let me come back to Rivendell and you went back to Mirkwood until Aragorn called you. And who do you also find in Gondor but Feywen. Did you just let her go knowing that she loves Glorfindel? No! Instead, you drag her to Mirkwood under the guise of her giving you a shield like the ones she had placed around Gondor, Rohan, the Havens, and Rivendell and the Shire. Then you force her to marry you in front of Glorfindel. Did it ever cross your mind to do that for me?"

"Carolani," she pulled his hand from his.

"NO! You played me a fool once! You will not do so again! I will stay in Rivendell with the ones that care about me." She ran into the forest before he could stop her. He stood dumbfounded that she had run off without giving him a chance. Then he made up his mind. Not caring what he would look like afterwards, he ran after her. She had placed her heart in his hands and he had thrown it away. He would not make the same mistake again.

She opened her eyes to a leafy ceiling above her. She remembered falling asleep in the forest. She knew her parents and grandparents would be worried. She moved to sit up.

"She's awake!" A strange voice called. She wasn't surprised that she had been found by someone else. Celebrant had told her that many of the dead wandered the forests. She made to stand, but was held down by the stranger. "Easy, my Lady. You've been here a long time."

"A few hours, I know." She looked at him. He wore yellow boots and a blue coat. He had a red face creased with hundreds if not thousands of laugh lines. A long brown beard obscured most of his face. His bright blue eyes showed signs of concern.

"My Lady, you have been sleeping here for the last thousand years. We have kept watch over you for that long."

"We?"

"Yes, Feywen, we." Feywen turned sharply and hissed at the bright light. The figure moved to sit in front of her. She blinked away the spots and looked again.

"Gandalf?" He smiled, the smile reaching his eyes. "We failed then. Morgoth survived even though I destroyed the Silmarilli."

"No, Feywen. We won. Many died in that last battle, including you."

"I know I died. But if we had won, you would not be here, Gandalf."

"Where do you think here is, Feywen?"

"We are in Mandos."

"No, we are not. Eru allowed you to return so you may have the life you dreamed of having."

"How long has it been?" She asked, looking at her feet.

"Seven thousand years to the day. We are seven thousand years into the Fifth Age."

"Is it true, Gandalf? Am I alive again?" He pinched her upper arm, hard. "Ouch! What was that for?"

"Proof. No pain is felt in Mandos."

"But how? My life was tied to the Silmaril Morgoth placed on my head. I died when I destroyed it. And it is cruel. Without my mother's blood, I will die again in a few years." She curled her legs and rested her chin on her knees. "Besides, Glorfindel has probably found another by now."

"I can assure you, he hasn't." A weak smile appeared on her face. "Also, I know that you will not die." She didn't look at him. "When an Elf dies and goes to Mandos, a vial of their blood is preserved should they ever be returned to Middle Earth. But your vial was only half full as Morgoth stole your mortal blood, weak as it was. It is true that an Elf cannot live without a full vial. Eru could not retrieve your mother's blood as Morgoth used the darkest magic to take it from you and so corrupted it. To solve this problem, your father and grandparents offered their blood. Eru took their offering and combined their three with your half and gave it to you. A thousand years have passed since that moment. Tom and I have been watching over you for that long." Feywen bowed her head in thanks. As she raised it, a flash of white crossed her vision. She touched it and Gandalf saw the fear in her eyes. "It is not a poisoned jewel, Feywen." He reached up and pulled the circlet from her head and showed it to her. She stared at the white teardrop hanging from the gold circlet. The gem Morgoth had given her had been in a twisted shape that she could barely remember it. "The leaders of Middle Earth gathered to decide what should be done to honor you. In the end, you were made High Queen of Middle Earth and given a shard of the Arkenstone. Glorfindel defends the land in your stead." He took the circlet from her hands and placed it back on her head. She wondered if she had had it when she was in Mandos. "But I think it is time the people meet their queen. And two people are reunited." She smiled and he helped her up.

He stood and stared at the rose. It had been seven thousand years since she had died. Many of the others who had not returned to Valinor wondered why he hadn't taken another wife since he had chosen to stay. He had told them that he didn't have the heart to betray her in that manner. In his heart, it would be a betrayal to her for him to take another. She was the only one he would ever love and nothing was going to change that. Tears filled his eyes as he stooped to touch the white rose. He had planted it when he had buried a quarter of her ashes. It had never withered in the past seven thousand years since it had bloomed. It made him hopeful that some good had come out of her sacrifice.

"Glorfindel,"

"What is it, Elladan?" The twins had given Rivendell to Feywen, as High Queen. The announcement of her new position had been made at her funeral. He had let them run it since she was gone and he didn't have the heart to.

"There is someone here to see you. She won't give her name. But Gandalf is with her."

"I don't want to see her."

"Glorfindel, I doubt that she is here for your heart. She said that she just wants to see you. Not to mention that Gandalf is being very persistent." Glorfindel looked at the younger Elf. Age now showed in his eyes. He had been born near the beginning of the Third Age and he and his brother had lived through two Ages of Men and outlived their sister who had chosen to be mortal to marry the King Elessar. Elrohir spent most of his time with the Dúnedain.

"Very well. Where are they?" He finally answered. When Gandalf was involved, it was best not to ignore it.

"The Hall of Fire. They were very interested in Her things when I left. The woman touched them gently before studying the wall."

"I see." Glorfindel took his time making his way to the hall. It was odd to him that this strange woman would be touching Feywen's weapons. The door had been left opened. He stepped through. He found them. Gandalf, as usual, was dressed in his white robes, holding his white staff. His eyes turned to the woman at his side. She was wearing a white dress and was lingering over the mural of Feywen having to walk into Mordor alone. He took in her raven black hair and the gold circlet that ran over it. It seemed familiar to him. "It is good to see you, Mithrandir." He said to get their attention. Gandalf turned to him, a gentle hand on the woman's shoulder.

"Hello, Glorfindel. It is good to see that you are well."

"What do you want?"

"Turn around, Child." Gandalf said to the woman. She did and his breath caught in his throat. Painfully familiar grey eyes looked up at him. On her forehead rested a shard of the Arkenstone made into a teardrop. Before she could say anything, he ran forward and lifted her into the air, kissing her. She returned it and they felt each other crying. He pulled away and they laughed. He wanted to ask how she had come back, but decided he didn't care. She was back. She was back with him.

"In the Light of Eärendil, I pledge to thee my eternal love.

I swear on my blood to never let it die,

Even when I fade, my love shall not.

In the presence of those here, in Eärendil's Light

I swear to forever love you and only you."

Light from the stars shone brightly above the couple as they renewed their marriage and kissed. Around them, the crowd cheered. Among them, the Kings of Men and Dwarves. Behind her stood Carolani and her husband, the King of Mirkwood. Glorfindel placed the ring on her finger, back in its place, and placed the locket around her neck. She looked at them all. She was the High Queen. These people had made her their High Queen. She was responsible for them all. "It's a responsibility I took when I made myself their champion." Feywen thought as she held Glorfindel close and accepted the well wishes of those gathered.

"I think," Alu said, "this was meant to be."

"The only thing ever meant to be was me and Glorfindel."

And so Feywen's tale is ended. I hope you all enjoyed the journey. Thanks for reading!

Aa' menle nauva calen ar' ta hwesta e' ale'quenle (May thy paths be green and the breeze on thy back)