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So yeah, I'm a big, fat sucker for sweet, simple, sugary endings. Get over it. Here's just a little tiny tidbit to add to it.



Epilogue.



Aunorey laughed as the little black haired boy ran up to the waterfall, put his hand in it, screamed, ran away, then repeated this act. Over and over again.

Arion, the uncle of this little fellow, had the shock of his life when Legolas and Aunorey showed up, hand in hand, saying Aunorey was pregnant, and if they had his blessing to get married. After this shock, he was rather upset that she'd been pregnant almost a month without telling him, but he gave them his blessing in the end... and so, they married.

It had been a huge celebration, with everyone in Mirkwood leaving their homes and coming to the square to see the wedding.

Albeit it was a long time ago from this moment, it was still one of Aunorey's absolute favorite memories. One she knew she would never forget in all the years of her life.

Legolas came up to his wife from behind, wrapping on arm around her again pregnant belly and pulling her back to his chest, cuddling her. "What is Dínen doing?"

"I haven't got the slightest clue, but it's rather amusing to watch," Aunorey said in a laughing tone. She leaned her head back to rest by Legolas's. "He's beautiful."

Dínendal Greenleaf, miniature Prince of Mirkwood, was a tiny little fellow, with curly black hair, bright green eyes like his mothers, and lips that matched his fathers.

He also found the oddest things amusing, like screaming at water.

"Where do you think he got that hair? He looks like a hobbit to me." Legolas laughed.

Aunorey laughed with him, "You know, I have no idea."