Here it is lovelies. The (kinda short) FINAL chapter of the story. I would like to thank each and every person who has reviewed and stuck with me throughout this whole thing. Don't worry, I'm still writing other LotR fanfics seeing as I have a million gazillion ideas for them. Plus, I finally got my poor old laptop to start working and there are several LotR stories on there that I used to work on. I will probably upload those at some time or another. I'm sorry if there are any spelling/grammar mistakes, btw. I write these on my iPad.

Enjoy! And I love you all!

~:Elven Kat:~

The day of the ceremony, Rìan felt nervous for the first time in a long time. The thought of being rejected gnawed at her, despite Legolas telling her she would be loved. As she lay in the bath, she replayed her life in her mind. Rape and torture in Mordor, escaping to Lorien, reuniting with her mother and father, meeting Legolas, falling for him, bonding with him, defeating Sauron, and having a child. And now she was here, in Mirkwood. A sharp knock on the door shook her out of her thoughts.

"Rìan?" came Arwen's voice through the door.

"You will be late for your own feast!"

Rìan sighed and stepped out of the bath, pulling on her robe. She greeted Arwen and went to the bed. A beautiful white gown lay there with gold embroidery. Before putting it on, Rìan looked down to the scar on her stomach. The puffy line was still there.

"You look beautiful with it," Legolas' voice echoed in her mind.

She dressed and allowed Arwen to brush her hair and style it, weaving flowers into the pleats. When she had finished, Arwen escorted her to the great hall where the feast was being held. All eyes turned to her as she entered. She was led to the royal table were Legolas stood. He smiled as she walked to him.

"You look wonderful," he whispered to her.

"As do you," she whispered back.

He was dressed in a tunic similar to the one he wore to Aragorn's coronation. He took her hands in his, squeezing them gently. Looking deep into each others eyes, the two said their vows and sealed their promises with a kiss. As the guests enthusiastically clapped, Rìan felt as if great weight lifted from her shoulders. It was official. Legolas and Rìan were joined for all eternity.

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The feast lasted long into the night. Rìan excused herself with Legolas and the two Elves made their way back to their chambers.

"Were you frightened?" Legolas asked as he fell onto the bed, pulling her down on top of him.

"A little," she answered, smiling as Legolas peppered her collarbone with kisses.

Tugging the gown off her shoulders, Legolas kept up his assault as she lay on him. She moaned quietly. That was all the permission he needed. He flipped her over, placing his knee in between her thighs. Their mouths met in a passionate kiss as Legolas' hand ran up her leg, pulling her gown. Their kiss only broke when he pulled her gown over her head, tossing it aside. She lay completely naked under him now and he stopped for a moment to admire the beautiful body beneath him.

"What is it?" Rìan asked.

"I am just admiring your beauty," he replied, bending at the waist to place a kiss on her stomach.

He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed roughly, driving himself all the way home. She gasped, arching her back and raising her hips to meet his. He began to thrust, slowly at first but picking up speed. As pleasure built up in him, his mouth latched onto her shoulder, biting down. Her own release was near and her fingers dug into his back, drawing blood. Her body shook as she came, crying out into her husband's shoulder. He did not stop nor did he slow down. He was in control tonight, and he was going to have some fun before he allowed his own release.

"Please...Legolas...faster" she begged.

He fulfilled her wishes, feeling her writhing under him as she came again, clenching her muscles around him. It pushed him over the edge. With a low growl, he thrusted one last time, spilling out into her womb. His arm muscles shook slightly as he held himself up, threatening to give way. He rolled off to the side, pulling her head onto his chest. Neither of them moved for a good while as they lay there. Though their lovemaking had felt like it only lasted a short while, it had in fact gone on till the first faint light of morning. Exhaustion crept over them and the two fell into a deep sleep, holding each other close.

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Several years later

The sun shone down warmly on Minas Tirith, making the white stone glow brightly. Rìan, Legolas, and Nyvyan were here on one of their regular visits. Gimli had decided to visit as well and now he sat with Rìan and Aragorn in one of the lovely gardens, overlooking the Pelennor Fields. It seemed as though the great battle that had raged there had happened centuries ago. All three of them stared out across the vast expanse of grass, images of the battle flashing through their minds.

"We lost many brave soldiers there," Gimli muttered.

"Indeed we did," Aragorn said. "Though they did not die in vain."

"You know, Legolas and I never figured out who killed the most Orcs," Gimli stated in an attempt to lighten the conversation. "I think it was me who won."

"Legolas tells me differently," Rìan said, smiling.

"Of course he says this yet everyone knows I'm the better warrior!" Gimli growled. "He is just jealous of my skills."

Aragorn and Rìan no longer held back their laughter. The two fell against each other in hysterics as Gimli mumbled to himself.

"Aye, laugh all you want but you know it's true."

Rìan took a few deep breaths, regaining her composure as Aragorn wiped tears of mirth from his eyes. A servant came running to them.

"Lady Arwen wishes to see you, my King," he said to Aragorn.

Aragorn stood, excusing himself. Gimli caught the servant's arm as he turned to leave.

"Laddie, you must show me where the kitchens are. The Lady and I are hungry."

The servant bowed to him.

"I shall be right back, lass," Gimli said.

Rìan smiled at his retreating form, knowing it was only he who was hungry. Picking up the book she brought with her, she began to read, enjoying the peacefulness of the garden. It was short-lived however, when Nyvyan came running followed by Legolas.

"Naneth! Look! I can outrun Ada!" he cried.

She turned to see Legolas sweep their son up in his arms. Nyvyan giggled as he was swung up into the air. Rìan could not help but laugh as she went to them. Legolas, still carrying Nyvyan, kissed his wife swiftly on her lips. Sticking his tongue out in disgust, Nyvyan wriggled out of his father's grasp and ran away, almost knocking over Braedia who was approaching them. Rìan's handmaiden was with child now and could not be any happier. Guddry was going to be a wonderful father, Rìan knew this.

"Braedia, do you mind watching over Nyvyan for a bit?" Rìan asked. "Legolas and I shall be having a late lunch with Gimli."

"Of course," Braedia said, bowing slightly. "Nyvyan! Come back! I cannot chase you!"

The two Elves awaited the return of their Dwarf friend. Rìan sighed in content. During her time in Mordor, she never thought her life would be this way. All she had seen was death in her future. As she rested her head on her husband's chest, she smiled. Life was wonderful.