Thank all you lovely people for getting me to 200 reviews. It honestly means so much and here is the epilogue I promised. I am so sorry if it doesn't live up to your expectations but I did my best to try to stay true to the characters. Before I continue I should address a few things:

1. Aragorn had earlier made a silent promise to talk to Estrella. That promise wasn't about anything in particular, just to make sure she was alright and all that. Sorry if that confused any of you.

2. I did a lot of research on Elven marriage for this chapter but I changed a few things so that some of our traditions could be brought to light as well. Also I made up a few things.

3. I described Thranduil as best I could on what I know from the Hobbit movies (since I haven't read the book in a long time). I apologize if this isn't accurate.

Anyways, that's about it. Enjoy the epilogue!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or the Hobbit.

Epilogue:

As it was in Middle Earth, marriage was the next step after a declaration of love.

We did our best to follow Elven custom, though it was hard. Eldar law, as explained by Legolas, states that the betrothed would exchange silver rings at a meeting of the two houses concerned and would then wait at least a year before a wedding ceremony. Considering Legolas's father was in Mirkwood and I had no parents, we didn't quite follow tradition. Still, we tried.

The rings we used were provided by Lord Elrond himself, who blessed the union personally. We stayed in Gondor for his daughter's wedding with Aragorn and then ventured to Rohan for King Theoden's funeral to pay our respects. Soon after we set out towards Mirkwood with only one another for company, promising to return one day once we were wed.

Reaching Mirkwood took many months. It would not have taken as long if it had not been for me, since I was easily tired and even more easily distracted. I took comfort in the thought that we had a year at the least to wait so I used the time to do some sightseeing in the world I had grown to love but seen little of.

"We'll never make it there if we keep stopping," Legolas scolded one day near Lothlorien but there was affection in his tone even as he said it.

I grinned at him but offered no answer in return. He sighed before taking a hold of my hand as his gaze turned towards the Golden Wood. I pleaded with him silently, using my eyes to convey my message. Again he sighed and shook his head but there was an expression of resignation on his features and I knew that I had won.

"Only for a little while," I begged. Legolas took one look at me and gave in. I gave him a quick hug before changing direction and moving towards the Hidden Land.

Legolas soon matched my pace and joined me once more. He seemed to be thinking, worry creeping into his expression.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He shook his head and replaced his expression with a smile.

"Nothing of importance." He replied, offering no other explanation. I didn't push it, although it worried me. Still, he was entitled to his privacy.

It wasn't long before we encountered the elves of Lorien and we were taken to their Lord and Lady.

Lothlorien itself was beautiful beyond measure and unlike anything I had ever seen before. I had never been to a city of Elves, only heard of them from Legolas and the rest of the Fellowship.

There were 3 important ones it seemed, or at least there were 3 that were mentioned.

One was Rivendell where Lord Elrond and Lady Arwen were from. Aragorn had told me that is where he had grown up and suddenly his and Arwen's union made much more sense.

The other two were Mirkwood (once called Greenwood) which is obviously where Legolas was from and Lothlorien. According to Legolas and most of the Fellowship, Lorien was by far the loveliest (though Legolas warned me not to mention that in front of his father).

I had met the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood while in Rohan at the funeral for the king. They had also been at the wedding, since apparently Arwen was related to the Lady.

They were called Galadriel and Celeborn and they were gorgeous as all Elves seemed to be. Lady Galadriel especially seemed to surpass all Elves in both beauty and grace (save perhaps Lúthien). She had long golden hair that fell to her waist in length and seemed to be made of the morning rays cast by the Sun herself. Her skin seemed to be made of porcelain, perfect and white, while her eyes were wise and all knowing.

We were greeted by those same eyes in Lorien, though there was less sadness in them than there had been at the funeral.

"Welcome Estrella of Fangorn (for Merry and Pippin had introduced me as such in Gondor to all who asked) and son of Thranduil," Celeborn said with a nod of his head. "Though it gladdens my heart to have you venture here once more, I am curious as to what the occasion is for you to both join us so soon after we last met."

It was Galadriel who answered for us, a smile on her lips and a knowing look on her face. "You are journeying to Mirkwood to be wed, are you not?"

Legolas smiled slightly and nodded, "Estrella begged to be shown the Golden Wood and I could not refuse her."

"It is only a childish desire," I interjected. "But I've heard so much about the beauty of this place and I could not just pass it by on our way to Mirkwood."

A light laugh escaped the Lady of Lorien's lips, resembling the sound of silver bells. "You may stay here as long as you wish." And Celeborn nodded his consent.

"Thank you," I smiled brightly, truly meaning what I said before being led off by some Elves to somewhere we could stay.

It was that night that I went to see what had been bothering Legolas earlier. He had a "room" sectioned off to himself by a curtain of sorts and I knocked on a tree near the makeshift door, pulling him out of his deep thought.

"May I come in?" I asked softly as he looked up. He smiled.

"Of course." He patted a spot beside him, a habit he had picked up from me.

Once I was seated I turned my worried gaze upon him and opened my mouth to ask the question that I had been meaning to for a few months now, for that had not been the first time that I had caught Legolas staring off into space with a similar expression of unease. "What's been bothering you?"

"What do you mean?" his eyebrows raised slightly and his eyes held what seemed like genuine inquiry. I gave him a look.

"You know what I mean." I replied. "I've seen you, you know, though you might not have intended that. I've noticed how you become worried and pensive when you think I'm not looking." At that his mouth set in a grim line and I could tell I had struck a chord.

"It is simply something I must come to terms with myself." His gaze softened slightly as it landed on me and he pulled me to him so my head rested on his shoulder in a rare moment of physical affection. "It's nothing to be concerned about."

I took a deep breath before pulling away, something I would normally not dare to do for fear I would give off the wrong impression and he would think I no longer loved him.

"It's not because of what I told Theodenking that night in the Golden Hall, is it?" Finally voicing the worry that had plagued me all this time.

You see, Elves can only truly achieve marriage when the two bodies of the lovers had been united. Elves are only with one other for their whole lives and therefore a union such as that is only done with their spouse. I had never been with a man by my own choice but Elves would not have the problems that came with lust filled uncles and therefore marriage between Legolas and I might not be truly possible.

Legolas's eyebrows shot up and he stared at me in surprise. He had never brought it up after that night and I had never mentioned it again since the topic would only reopen old wounds and cause awkwardness between us.

"Is that what you think?" his voice sounded almost hurt. "Of course not!" He pulled me to him once more in an embrace. "What happened to you, you had no control over." He mumbled into my hair, his lips pressed against my head. My shoulders relaxed a bit as I leant into him. "If that's what you're concerned about then all your worrying has been for naught. There was nothing you could do and even if there was, I doubt that I have any control over how I feel towards you. Even if my head disagreed, my heart would surely never listen and I would care for you the same as I do now."

"So you're not having second thoughts because I'm not 'pure'?" I asked, my voice coming out somewhat muffled against his chest. I could feel him shaking his head as his grip on me tightened.

"Never."

I felt so small then, in his arms but I enjoyed it nonetheless. He rarely touched me save taking a hold of my hand and when he did it was almost always fleeting and left me longing for more.

"To speak the truth, I am only worried about my father's reaction to you," he told me honestly once he had let go. "But that shouldn't worry you. I will deal with it appropriately when the time comes." He smiled down at me and pressed a quick kiss to my forehead. "For now we shall simply try to enjoy ourselves."

And enjoy ourselves we did.

We spent a whole month in Lothlorien, seeing all there was to see and spending as much time as we could together.

On the thirty first day we took our leave, thanking the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood for all their hospitality and kindness.

It took us another 2 months or so more to get to Mirkwood and at least another week to actually reach the Elvenking's Halls.

The palace was large and beautiful, though truth be told not any comparison to Lorien. Guards were stationed at the gate and then again across the bridge at the massive double doors that opened into Lord Thranduil's halls.

Everyone seemed fairly astonished to see Legolas, with a human woman no less, but they bowed despite that and let him through, greeting him as the prince.

It was only once we were actually on our way up to the throne room that Legolas intertwined our fingers and shot me a smile. I gave him a questioning look, wondering if this show of affection would make his father angry.

"I want him to know I'm serious in my love for you," he whispered in my ear and after that I couldn't keep the grin off my face no matter how hard I tried.

The king was beautiful and looked to be the same age as Legolas, though I knew there had to be at least a few centuries of difference. He had white blonde hair that was straighter than I thought possible and large dark eyebrows. His eyes were an icy, yet alluring, blue and his expression stern. It occurred to me that had I not already fallen head over heels for his son, it would've been easy to be entranced by him.

Legolas kneeled before his father, never letting go of my hand all the while, and I followed suit, keeping my eyes on the ground.

"My Lord Thranduil." He said in form of greeting. I stayed silent, feeling it wasn't my place to speak.

For the sound of robes swishing, I assumed the King had stood up and was approaching us.

"Rise," was all he said once his boots came into my line of vision.

"Father," Legolas addressed him with a nod once we were on our feet once more.

"So you have returned." Thranduil's expression was unreadable but there seemed to be the slightest hint of a smile in his tone. He looked upon me and although his eyes didn't betray anything I felt as though he did not approve of me. "And you have brought a mortal with you." He turned back to his son. "May I inquire as to why?"

"This is Estrella of Fangorn," he informed his father and King. "And we wish to be wed."

For the first time since we had first set foot in the palace, the King's expression changed. He looked surprised to say the least.

"A mortal?" was all he seemed able to say.

Legolas nodded. "Yes." He seemed to see that Thranduil was in no state to reply anytime soon and he pushed on. "We have come here in the hopes that we would have your blessing and that you would be the one to perform the wedding ceremony seeing as neither of us have any other parents."

Thranduil didn't respond, he just turned his gaze upon me.

"Excuse me while I talk to my son privately," he said coolly, his expression becoming unreadable once more as he nodded towards one of the guards who came to escort me away.

The guard spoke not a word until we reached a bedroom where he asked me to stay until I was called to dinner. I nodded and waited for what must've been at least an hour before Legolas appeared in my doorway. His face was slightly red but he smiled at me and I knew there was nothing to worry about.

"So?" I asked.

"It took some persuading," he admitted as he entered the room. "But Thranduil has agreed to marry us."

My hand rose to my mouth to keep myself from making any sort of noise as tears of joy filled my eyes and I nodded. Legolas's smile widened and he took me up in his arms, kissing my head.

"I love you," he whispered, saying those exact words for the first time since when he had first admitted it in Gondor.

"I love you too," was my only response as I rested my head against his chest.

I was more than ready to spend the rest of my life with this Elf.

The next few days were a blur with everyone preparing for the wedding. News spread fast throughout the kingdom and Elves came from all around. Thranduil didn't seem to particularly enjoy my presence but considering the cold greeting he gave me, I felt as if he was a least warming up to me.

I often found him or other Elves staring at me curiously as if wondering what could make me so special as to make an Elven prince fall in love with me. I paid them no mind, knowing that I would be just as curious if I were them.

The day of the wedding finally came and I awoke early. I ate breakfast alone in my room nervously and read the rest of the morning away to take my mind off it. I had insisted on some of my own traditions, such as Legolas not seeing me until the actual wedding.

It was past midday when a few Elf maidens came to help me get ready. I was given the formal royal attire to wear; a lovely white gown that shimmered as if it were made of starlight and a silver circlet. They arranged my hair so it was down with a few braids holding the circlet in place. After that all I had to do was get dressed and wait to be summoned.

"The dress belonged to the Queen," one of the Elves told me as I stared at my reflection. I turned back to her.

"It's an honor to be able to wear it," I answered, bowing my head. She seemed to find my answer acceptable and said nothing more until we were called upon when she escorted me to dinner.

The feast took place in a great hall but I barely saw it all. I was too busy looking at Legolas. He looked positively regal with a gold circlet on his head and in a silver tunic that reminded me of the moon. He spotted me and gazed for a moment in what seemed to be awe before his eyes reached my face and he smiled in acknowledgement. I returned the smile and sat in my appointed seat.

The feast went as expected with many Elves asking me all sorts of questions and the sounds of merriment ringing through the halls. It was only after it was over that Legolas and I were asked to stand at the head of the table where Thranduil joined our hands and blessed us. He spoke of many things, most of which I didn't understand but it entranced me all the same.

"Now for the rings," he called. An Elf appeared at his side, handing him two thin golden bands.

Legolas slipped off his silver ring and handed it to me and I did the same, holding the one he had given me in the palm of my hand. He then took a ring from the Elf and slipped it on my ring finger, something which I had asked. Thranduil had grudgingly agreed when I told him that's what meant marriage to my people.

I took the other gold ring and placed it on the index finger of Legolas's right hand, as was the Elven custom and we shared a smile before joining hands once more.

"All rise to pay respects to the newlyweds!" Thranduil commanded.

As one all the Elves at the table stood and put their right hands over their hearts, bowing. Legolas and I returned the gesture before the Elf that had held the rings quietly ushered us to the room we would share.

Once the door closed, Legolas turned to me, a radiant smile on his already beautiful face. Before I knew what was happening he was kissing me and I felt like I was falling. He hadn't kissed me on the lips since the night of Aragorn's coronation and it caught me off guard but that isn't to say that I didn't enjoy it immensely.

"Wow," was the only word I could summon once he pulled away, my voice sounding breathless.

"I love you," he said, resting his forehead on mine. I just nodded, feeling rather speechless. His smile returned as he picked me up unexpectedly causing me to yelp before it turned into a laugh as he carried me across the room.

"My beautiful, beautiful wife," he murmured as he lowered me onto the bed. I beamed up at him, feeling a sort of happiness that I had never thought was possible.

It was only the next day, after we were officially husband and wife that I remembered who had sent me on this path on the first place.

"Thank you Lúthien," I said quietly as I tucked a strand of Legolas's hair behind his ear, staring at his peaceful form. He mumbled something in his sleep and tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me closer.

And for a moment, as I lay in all my bliss, I could've sworn that I heard a sweet voice whispering a blessing on the wind.

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