THE FORGOTTEN

Bonus Chapter!

Disclaimer: Last one for this fic! SNIFF! I do not own Lord of the Rings or anything, place, and so forth that may appear in this looong bonus chapter.

Authors note: Okay, here we go, this is truly the last. This is my way of thanking you all for reading and reviewing over and over again! Consider this the deleted scenes part of this story. I had many ideas that I wanted in the story, but I couldn't put them in for sake of time, space, coherency, whatever. Some of them are insane, some are fluffy, some were in the original plan, some of them were made spur of the moment, so, without further ado, THE DELETED SCENES!

Meeting Lady Arwen -Chapter 6

Lothril was sitting at the table, feeling rather out of it because well, it was her first feast in Rivendell, she did not know that many elves, and she hadn't anyone she knew around. Legolas was a ways down the table laughing and talking with old friends, and she was closer to elven lords and knew no one. Suddenly, the Lady Arwen left her spot and ordered a chair to be placed next to Lothril at the table.

"Greetings. I am Arwen," she greeted. "You are the one called Lothril, correct?"

"Yes Lady Arwen," Lothril replied.

"You may call me Arwen," she said.

Lothril smiled and thanked her.

"I have been meaning to meet you since you arrived, but I have not had the time," Arwen confessed. "I am glad we do now."

Arwen was very friendly. "So am I," Lothril replied. Friendly conversation ensued, and they found that they enjoyed many of the same things. Arwen was Lothril's elven counterpart, as same as two could be with out it being strange.

--Later while in the Hall of Fire--

"I see you and Arwen have become friends," Legolas said.

"Yes, I have. She is so like me it is almost scary!" Lothril joked.

"I am glad. I am a friend of hers and her brothers. I am glad to see that you are friends with her too. Perhaps you shall yet meet Elrohir and Elladan and befriend them as well," Legolas said with a smile.

"That would be nice," Lothril said. Suddenly a beautiful strain of music floated by and she listened to it. Legolas could see her falling victim to the spell of the elven minstrel. Soon enough he joined her and let himself be taken away with the music. Suddenly Lothril was called upon for a song from her world.

Lothlorien. Sometime after her waking and the Hill of Cerin Amroth - Chapters 9 and 10

Legolas and Lothril were wandering about some place in Lothlorien, neither cared where it was, how they got there, or how they would get back.Lothril was struggling with herself, she knew that part of her wanted to love him, part of her wanted to tell him everything, but part of her cautioned her against acting rashly and doing saying something that wasn't true, she was yet testing herself.

"Lothril, have you considered what you shall do if you live in Middle-earth?"

"Well, I suppose I shall live with elves, somewhere. I think that Mirkwood would be my choice, just because that was the first place I saw. But I don't know."

"I think you would enjoy living in Mirkwood." Legolas paused a moment and then asked, "Do you think you shall get married if you stay?"

The question took her off guard. "Well, I guess I would. That is, if I found an elf I thought I could stand living forever with. I suppose he's out there somewhere. I probably have more of a chance of finding a good elf than a good human," she joked.

Legolas smiled and laughed a little. Out there. Somewhere. Why couldn't she see that he could be in front of her, right there? Well, he didn't want to push things any more than he already had, so he pursued it no further for the moment.

Running Through Rohan, fourth night or so - Chapter 14

"N...nothing, at least, I don't think I did anything," she said.

Legolas smiled and almost laughed. "You are so funny Lothril. I would think even you would know if you cast a spell!"

She grinned sarcastically at him before she kissed him. "Well, maybe, maybe not."

He held her a little closer to her, and a little gentler, and gave her a long slow kiss. This whole thing was still so new to her, and she loved it. She hoped and prayed that it would never grow old for her. They talked softly, kissed, and whispered the night away.

Summer, a closer look - Before Chapter 32 ends

Somewhere between reaching the far northern reaches of the state of Michigan and returning home, they walked along a beach of Lake Superior.

It was sunset, the air was becoming cool, the colors were wonderful, and the wailing of the gulls was fading in the distance. No boats could be seen upon the lake, no swimmers in the water, and the beach was theirs. A little ways down the beach, quite a short distance down the beach, was a place where you could look out and see a modern light house. Not much to look at, but the scenery was splendid. They walked along the shore, bare footed, and gazed about. The campers at the camp ground obviously did not know them, so they hid nothing and didn't give two leaves for anyone's opinion of them.

Laughing softly, half dancing, singing, twirling, they went up the beach. Everyone who saw them thought they were madly in love, and of course had their opinion about it, given their assumed age, but that was all the farther it went. Up the beach they walked until they reached the look out point. Now the only place to go was in the lake.

He looked at her, she at him, then said simultaneously, "Nah!" Instead of jumping in the lake, the waded ankle deep in it. They laughed and splashed each other a little, then Legolas caught her up and spun her around, her feet skimming the tops of the small waves.

They made their way back to the campsite just as the stars began to shine brightly. They glowed in the starlight and moonlight, and they didn't care! They were singing softly, kissing, and laughing all the way back.

"Lothril, tomorrow we need to go get some pasties," Legolas said with a grin. Lothril laughed, yet another modern food that he had tried and loved.

"The best part is, we can take this food back to Middle-earth," Lothril said. "I know the recipe by heart."

Cedar Point Extended - Chapter 33

After the Raptor, they stumbled their way to the Blue Streak, an ancient wooden roller coaster that is one of the scariest rides in the park. Only because it tends to through you out of the seat.

Legolas and Lothril observed all the strange people that wandered around the park, and became even more grateful they were going back to Middle-earth where people are sane and even orcs do not look that scary!

After the Blue Streak and a good brain rattling, they took the leisurely Sky Ride and observed the scene below.

From the Sky Ride they went on the Power Tower and went fast down. Legolas enjoyed himself immensely, and when it was over they looked at each other and said, "Let's do it again!"

They rode it three times in a row before moving on. Legolas desperately wanted to go on the Top Thrill Dragster, but Lothril was adamantly opposed to that and said, "If you want a top thrill, try being kidnaped by orcs and dying."

Legolas laughed. "Coward!" he joking accused.

They moved on and suddenly found themselves on the Mantis. Twisting, twirling, going at highway speeds, front row. Legolas wondered if he couldn't bring roller coasters to Middle-earth.

They went on the Millennium Force, and every ride in the park, except the Top Thrill Dragster and the Wicked Twister. Lothril refused, but waited in line as Legolas went on the Wicked Twister.

Towards the end of the day they went on the Gemini six consecutive times, and then the Raptor four times in a row. The sun set, and the elves, declaring their brains thoroughly rattled, went home.

Hunting Season! - Sometime in the Fall

It came. The day that bow hunting enthusiasts long for, the one that puts rifle users on edge... the beginning of bow season.The sun rose, the hunters were in place, and deer season began.

The weekend after it did, Mr. Erickson offered to take Lothril, who had her hunting license, and Legolas, who would let Lothril claim his deer, on a weekend hunting trip. To say the elves were excited at the prospect of missing a day of school to go be outside and hunt is an understatement.

Friday morning, crack of dawn, two elves and Mr. Erickson headed off towards the north country and the little town of Mesick where Mr. Erickson's grandfather's old tree farm was. Mr. Erickson and his bow, Legolas with his elvish one, and his knives to scrimmage with Lothril if they got bored, and Lothril with her knives, and a bow her father let her borrow.

Friday night they set up camp, Mr. Erickson in the back of his truck, Legolas and Lothril in a tent. They didn't mind the cold, but the father did!

Saturday morning they all woke bright and early and they went hunting. By mid-day Legolas had gotten a deer, Lothril had gotten an annoying crow, and Mr. Erickson marveled that he hadn't asked the legendary archer for lessons prior to the trip.

Saturday afternoon rolled around in the lazy way late autumn days do, but it was clear and crisp. The three sat around a little campfire they had going and all had their heads back and were watching the steam escape their gaping mouths. Smoke rings, well, no. It was closer to cloud watching. The elves kept saying they saw different shapes in the curling steam. They kept this up for a few hours, but then they grew board of it and began knife fighting.

Mr. Erickson watched with amazement the two go at it. Real knives, VERY sharp, really fighting, but never in any danger of cutting the other, as long as they were untouched. Someone bumping into one of them could be fatal.

Mr. Erickson, much impressed with their skill, asked if he could examine the knives. Well made of course, beautiful as expected from elves, and all together impressive.

Then the father requested to look at Legolas' bow and an arrow. He praised the craftsmen ship and distance of it, and the intricate designs upon it.

"What is the string made of?" Mr. Erickson asked.

"Heathlyne and a few strands of elven hair. From Lady Galadriel I think," Legolas replied. He looked over at Lothril as if to confirm what he had said.

"Yes, hers and mine," she replied. Oops, slip! She didn't mean to reveal that secret.

"Truly?" Legolas asked.

Lothril nodded.

"And now I know why the string does not break and the arrows fly so far!" Legolas exclaimed with a grin. "Is there anything else you had a hand in?"

"Yours, Aragorn's, and Frodo's cloaks," she admitted.

Legolas grinned even wider and shook his head. "Had I known all these things were twice blessed, I should have not been so afraid to abuse them as I did."

"Are you sure you have to go back to Middle-earth Legolas?" Mr. Erickson asked with a grin. He really liked Legolas, they had all the same interests and their personalities went together quite well. "You sure picked a winner Jen! I totally approve of him," Mr. Erickson said with a grin.

Legolas showed his father-in-law how to use the long knives, and he picked it up rather quickly.

On the way home they swung through Cadillac to get some pasties.

Sunday, late afternoon, when they returned home, there were two deer on the truck and three happy beings in it.

Christmas Gifts - Chapter 36

Christmas always came in three parts for the Erickson family- Christmas Eve at the Call's, Christmas morning, Christmas afternoon at Mr. Erickson's parents house. This is how it had been every year Lothril could remember, and was glad to see that tradition had not changed.

Christmas Eve day they all went down to the Call residence, and were greeted with a kitchen table of food, plenty of pop and hot coco, and a Christmas tree in the livingroom with enough presents underneath of it to bury a Fellowship.

"The presents are still in the car," Mrs. Erickson suddenly said, remembering the parcels. "Avery, Jen, will you two be good little elves and go get them for me?" She was speaking of the ones that supposedly inhabit the North Pole of course.

Legolas, forgetting this for a moment, gave her a strange look, then remembered, smiled, and was dragged away by Lothril to get gifts.

Twenty minutes later, Lothril's aunt, uncle, and cousins came, each carrying a tall stack of gifts. After many greetings and "Merry Christmas"'s the eating commenced, much to the annoyance of Jessie and Jon.

The buffet style dinner always went quickly, for Jessie and Jon always inhaled their food, Martha always claimed to be on a diet, so she never ate much, and Adam would eat a little now, a whole lot later, and some more after that, so he didn't care. Elves can survive on long speech, so they told Jessie and Jon they would not eat until after gifts were opened. Not five minutes after the dinner announcement was made, Jessie and Jon were at Mrs. Call's knees.

"Please Granny, may we open gifts now?" Jessie asked in her sweetest little kid voice.

"Well...okay," she said.

The starting gun had been shot! Wrapping paper was flying in all directions as Jessie and Jon tore into their gifts. The other four grandchildren started in as well, though not as violently or as swiftly, they were, after all, suppose to be teenagers and mature. HA!

Gifts large and small were being chucked in all directions because everyone's gifts were scattered. More than once Legolas ducked, or caught something in mid air and handed it to someone. He tried recalling the last time he had seen so many large objects being flung about... he was coming up with nothing. Oh wait, Arwen's velvet pillows...

Once the initial insanity was over, calmer gift opening ensued. It was at this time that Legolas distributed his gifts, most of his not being able to survive a chucking. He started with Mr. Call, and presented him a beautiful new bow, elven make, with his elven granddaughter's hair in the string, and four arrows to go with it.

To Mrs. Call he gave an exquisite porcelain doll (she collected porcelain dolls)with dark hair and a crimson, Victorian dress of velvet.

"Oh Avery, you shouldn't have!" she quietly exclaimed when she saw the doll's beautiful face. She smiled wide. "This must have cost a fortune! Thank you!"

"You are quite welcome Mrs. Call," Legolas said.

To Lothril's aunt he handed a small box. Inside she found an antique brooch that matched the antique earrings and necklace that she had.

"How did you know?" she asked.

"Lothril told me," Legolas replied. He was thanked as he handed her husband his gift.

His gift was a model of an old farm engine he had rebuilt, it took Legolas months to find it, and the neat part about this gift is that the mini engine actually worked. Grant it, it could only power an alarm clock, but it worked none the less.

To Martha, an avid, diehard, hockey fan, he gave two front row tickets to her favorite teams hockey game.

"Give the other ticket to whomever you wish," Legolas said.

Martha almost screamed with excitement when she saw where the seats were, right behind her teams bench.

Adam was harder to get a gift for, he was quiet, so Legolas had to work a bit harder to figure out what he liked. In the end Adam was given a bow and four arrows as well. Legolas knew he liked to hunt, and that he had a bow already, but he figured an elvish bow would surpass and outlast anything he had. He also offered, after Adam admitted he was not a great aim, archery lessons before he left.

The others got their gifts the next morning.

Christmas morning, six a.m., the sun was not yet risen, nor would it be for another two hours, and the Erickson children, Jessie and Jon, were up and waking up Lothril and Legolas.

There was a pound on the door and then, "Jenny! Time to get up! We got to open presents!" Jessie called, opening the door. Lothril, not properly awake, but well aware of what all was going on, through her pillow full force at Jessie's head.

"Good morning, shut the door, and I'll be down in a minute. I'll wake up Aves, so you can just go down stairs!" Lothril said. Slightly anxious tones in her voice.

"Okay Fuzzy! Hurry up!" Jessie sweetly snapped.

Lothril gave a sigh of relief about the time Legolas could contain his giggles no longer.

"Yes Fuzzy, hurry up," he teased.

After a fright like that in the morning, she wasn't in the mood to be called fuzzy by an elf that acted like an elfling. She smacked him on the arm.

"Wait! What happened to peace on earth good will towards men?" Legolas asked rubbing his arm.

"Note the word 'men'. Not elves, but men. And she scared me! If she would have seen us..."

"You worry to much, and you are in a bad mood," Legolas said, vexing her. "Let me help put you in a better one," he said just before he kissed her.

"No, I wasn't in a bad mood, I was only anxious that is all," Lothril grinned. "But I shall take your kisses any way I can get them!"

She was easy. He would kiss her, she would return to a happier mood, end of problem. Somehow she was certain she was a disgrace to the entire female sex by being so easily put back in good humor and being so difficulty put in a bad one.

In accordance with Jessie's wishes, she was in a good mood now, she hurriedly flung on a robe and walked in her pajama's and barefoot to the tree in the livingroom. A few minutes later Mr. and Mrs. Erickson were wandering out towards the tree mumbling about Jessie and Jon never waking this early any other day of the year.

As he did every year, Mr. Erickson insisted on setting up a movie camera and recording Christmas, which drove Jessie and Jon mad, and then if they complained he threatened to make them wait til he had his coffee and breakfast before they could open gifts. This always prompted Jessie and Jon to sit quietly, hands folded, angelic looks upon their faces, around the tree, staring eagerly at the wrapped gifts and wondering at their contents.

Lothril and Legolas, the immortals, jokingly told Mr. Erickson he could have breakfast, second breakfast, and elevensies before they complained.

"Yeah! That's a great idea!" Mr. Erickson joked.

"NO!" Jessie and Jon insisted and pleaded.

Soon enough, ere the sun rose, Jessie and Jon were tearing through wrapping paper, looking at gifts, then chucking them aside to get to the next one.

Legolas stared at them and wondered how two children could be so paper happy. Their main goal seemed to be to rip open as many gifts as possible so they could hear the tearing of the paper.

The elves opened theirs, like the civilized creatures that they were, and compared them as the elflings they were not. Legolas got a few expensive things, Lothril got her usual battery of inexpensive and moderately expensive. She couldn't complain. Neither could he. He hadn't expected anything at all, and he was getting gifts like one of the family.

Legolas had put his presents under the tree with the rest, so Jessie and Jon did not note when they came across his.

Jessie, the Ugly Boofa, got a card that said, "Look outside tomorrow at nine." She puzzled over it all day, and asked Legolas what the meaning of it was, but he would not tell. She also got a small wooden toy horse, modeled after Shadowfax in full gallop. Made and painted by the elf himself.

Jon received from Legolas a wooden box, two feet wide, nearly a foot long, and a foot deep. The cedar box had hinges and a lock with a little key attached by a dark green ribbon. The lid of the box had strange pattern, elvish words, burnt into the lid that acted as the frame for a wood burnt picture in the middle depicting a boat on a lake. Along the edges and sides were intricate patterns and etchings and only served to compliment the box, and inside Jon found it had a false bottom and a false top, so things could be hidden in the lid and under everything else.

Mr. Erickson would have been an excellent elf, for he loved all the things most elves loved with some besides. Knowing this, Legolas had a hard time choosing just what to get him, so he got him several things. A lantern for his sail boat, a carved stick for hiking, a bow and five arrows for hunting, and a leather quiver. The thought behind each gift was strikingly more significant than each gift itself. Mr. Erickson, an afficionado of sailing magazines, not Lord of the Rings, knew enough at this time about elves to perhaps realize that he indeed had elvish blood somewhere in his background, and realized these things were given to him by some long lost kin as a way to remember and be reminded of what he was. This revelation however, did not occur til sometime later.

Mrs. Erickson, lover of no one thing, she was indeed the second hardest to buy for. She did not collect anything, save maybe dust (as she always joked), and so to find something for her collection was out of the question. Over her gift Legolas and Lothril had spent many hours thinking of what to get her. Just when the elves thought all hope was lost of getting her a good gift, Lothril had an epiphany. Mrs. Erickson opened her gift and found a beautiful dress, diamond earrings, necklace, and bracelet, and a card. It read, "You shall be needing these." Mrs. Erickson held up the card and asked, "What does this mean?"

"Look under the dress," Legolas said. Mrs. Erickson picked up the folded dress and saw another card lying underneath of it. She opened it and on top were two tickets to Mrs. Erickson's favorite Broadway musical, on Broadway. Underneath of those tickets were round trip tickets for two to New York. Under that was a card speaking of her hotel reservations. Mrs. Erickson hastily put everything back in the box and flung her arms around Legolas' neck, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"You are terrific! Oh thank you!" Mrs. Erickson exclaimed.

Both of them gave a small sigh of relief.

"You are welcome!" Legolas said.

"Aves and I were worried about your gift Mom. You almost didn't get one because we couldn't think of a single thing to get you!" Lothril said.

That evening, for the third Christmas of the season, they all made their way to the other set of grandparents house.

This side of the family was the hardest group to buy for, but Legolas felt he got them all suitable gifts none the less. Lothril's cousins Heather, Elizabeth, and Steven were the first ones to get their gifts.

Heather, being a ballet dancer, was easy in theme, but hard in actual gift. In the end she was given tickets to The Nutcracker- and a dress for the occasion with shoes to match the dress.

Elizabeth, she as an artist. Need there be more said? She had gotten nothing but art supplies from everyone in the family for the past three Christmas' and birthdays. Legolas was determined to get her something else, and equally determined she would like it. That was the hard part of shopping for her, her actually liking it. She was eclectic, strange, and varied in her in her likes and dislikes.

Legolas took council with Lothril, Heather, Mrs. Erickson, Elizabeth's mother, her father, her grandparents, and got no leads. Discouraged, but refusing to quit his quest for a gift outside of art supplies for Elizabeth, he dragged Lothril to the mall to search for the gift.

After many hours of searching every store in the mall, he finally found the perfect gift. Thus it was on Christmas afternoon, Elizabeth opened a large and heavy box and found, much to her delight, a lime green, giant fuzzy beanbag.

"WOW! Avery! This is so awesome! This must have been expensive!" she exclaimed.

"Price doesn't matter," Legolas said.

Next was Steven. He was another hard one to buy for. Everything he liked was rather inexpensive, and Legolas thought it would be incredibly unfair to buy him an inexpensive gift when he had given everyone else something extravagant. He mulled over what to get him and words kept floating around in his mind. HotWheels, Lego's, G.I. Joe... suddenly he had an idea.

Steven opened his gift and he found a puppy, a little Siberian Husky. The dog had been wrapped five minutes before coming over. Legolas had bought the dog and trained it for Steven, and done everything but named it.

"Thank you!" Steven exclaimed.

"What shall you name it?" Legolas asked.

"Hmm... Pulley!" Steven answered.

"Well then... I shall teach you what I taught Pulley," Legolas said. He gave Steven the commands and Steven found that his dog was well trained.

"Thank you!" Steven's mother said. "When I first saw the puppy I admit, I wasn't excited about the thought of training a dog, but now that I see you've trained him, it's great!"

Legolas handed her gift to her. She opened it and found a gold necklace with three diamonds in the pendant.

To Lohril's uncle he gave a guitar, knowing that he had lost his in an unfortunate incident some years before.

To her grandfather he gave a model wooden boat, and to her grandmother he gave a sewing machine she had been eyeing for sometime now.

Everyone thought his gift to them was perfect, and he received nothing but eternal thanks and gratitude.

The next day, Jessie woke up at eight thirty and waited. She kept looking at the card, and then the clock, and then the card, and then the cared, and then the clock again.

Legolas and Lothril, already awake, leisurely ate breakfast, and watched Jessie look out the living room window from their seats in the kitchen. Legolas looked at the clock, sat back, and waited.

At 8:59 a.m. Legolas stood up and opened the door, just as a truck pulling a horse trailer pulled up. Jessie bolted out the door as a black and white mustang was being led out of the horse trailer.

She walked up to the horse as Legolas took hold of the rope halter.

"When does he have to go back?" Jessie asked, assuming he was only rented for the day.

"The day you sell him back to the horse auction," Legolas said.

Jessie squealed, "Then he's mine! I shall call him Brego and he shall be mine!"

Legolas, being the generous brother-in-law that he was, had already bought a nice halter, saddle and all the accessories necessary for human girls to ride horses. He retrieved them as Jessie and Lothril stroked the horses neck.

Before Jessie, who was now in horsie heaven, realized what was going on, Legolas was helping her into the saddle.

Legolas had of course arranged everything with the Erickson's, and since Jessie didn't go outside much, she didn't notice that the small storage born that once held only lawn mowers, had been redone to accommodate a horse.

How It Should Be -While Visiting the Hobbits

"Frodo, remember how I told you I would tell you how things ought to be?" Lothril asked.

"Yes Lothril, of course," Frodo replied.

"Then you and Sam ought to listen up, because I need to tell you how it should be remembered," Lothril said. She thus began telling the Lord of the Rings in the way we all know it to be told, which took hours, and many sheets of paper and much ink.

Three Hundred Years In Valinor- Beyond The End

It was well after the moon had risen over Valinor, and Elbereth's stars were shining brighter than usual, even for Valinor. They were in their house of white that over looked the sea, the moon made the pillars glow and the white curtains glow like a strange mist. They were lying upon their bed, watching the glimmer from the sea throw light on their ceiling.

"Legolas, recall that night so long ago when we snuck out of the party and spent days under the tree just outside Eryn Lasgalan?"

"Certainly," he replied.

"And do you recall that song you sang to me?"

"Yes mel nin, I do," he answered. The grin upon his face was wide.

"Well, I have written a song for you. It has been transformed many, many times, but I have finally finished it," she proudly said.

"Then let us hear it!" he encouraged.

Legolas Greenleaf, tall and strong,

Thou are the only one to which I could give my heart.

Thou sayest that I am too good for thee,

But the opposite is true;

Thou are far too good for me.

From the moment we met,

Thou were the perfect gentlemen.

Thou treated me as a great maiden

Before I was one.

Thou saw the elven maid within,

When others only saw my mortal frame.

Thou knew, somehow, that I would be great,

But thou didst not treat me well

Only because thou thought I would be great,

But because thou loved me,

Before either of us knew.

It is thou that hath cried,

It is thou that hath guided me.

Thou, and thou only hath seen the one within.

Thou and thou only I could ever give my heart.

From the first thou put me in thine debt,

And with each passing day thou put me in it deeper.

All the love I could ever give thee

Is only a small payback for all that thou hast done for me.

Thou hath gently captured my heart

And kept it safe for all time.

Thou hath gently loved me,

And remembered me

Even when I wished to forget myself and hide.

Thou hath shown me who I am,

Thou hast gently forced me to admit and reveal my true self.

None other hath ever done such a thing,

None other ever could.

Only you.

Thy strong arms around me,

Thy soft lips upon mine,

The light in thine eyes of pure blue reminds me

That I am unworthy of you.

My love, my soul, my strength!

It is thou that gives me strength to endure,

It was thee that taught me to be strong and stand.

Thou and thou only hath done this,

Thou and thou alone could do this.

I love thee more than life itself.

It is thou that keepeth my soul,

It is thou that giveth me hope,

It is thou that I love.

I am unworthy of thy love so pure,

And I stand in your debt,

Gladly selling myself into the slavery of thy heart.

For such a slavery is better than freedom.

Thy kisses are softer than the breeze,

Thy love is better than immortality.

I love thee Prince Legolas Greenleaf,

And thou art the only one I could ever love.

I love thee.

"That is my song," Lothril said when she finished.

"That was beautiful," Legolas said with a grin. "Now, now you begin to let your heart be free and share it with me."

Lothril gave a faux exasperated sigh, and then laughed, just before she gave him one of her sensationally sweet kisses.

Authors note: Okay folks, this is it. The end. No more. How tragic! begins to weep uncontrollably I have stretched this out as far and as long as I possibly could, and now, there is nothing more. This is my thanks to you all for reading, reviewing, and being so great! Can I get one more battery of reviews? One last favor I ask of you all, PLEASE read my new stories Somebody's Lost It and Remember. I would be eternally grateful! You all would leave me indebted to you! Again, I thank you all for reading and reviewing. Until the next story... "Here's lookin' at you kid." -Humphrey Bogart.