AH!!!!! LAST CHAPTER!!!!!

Were you expecting that? I kinda forgot to warn ya last chapter…

Ducks various objects thrown by readers

Yes, I killed them! And now Leggy is all sad and alone. Aww…bless…

I am so evil.

Anyways, I am putting a warning in all my chapters today. And it is…

DO NOT GET SUNBURNT ON YOUR BACK AND SHOULDERS! IT HURTS! A LOT!!!

Trust me; I am in considerable pain at the moment. And jet skis are fun!

Anyway, back to the chapter…

Thank you for all my fantabulous reviews, and replies are below as always.

Lainfaer

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Elerrina – I cried at my great grandma's funeral too. I couldn't help it. Yeah, I wasn't feeling too good, so I wrote a whole load of sad stuff.

You have been feeling like a Frankenstein? Ok…

No, flames are not nice. They burn and singe! Owchie…

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sunni07 – Ok, ok, enough on the hatred already! Of course I have a trick up my sleeve, doesn't every author? I love keeping you people in suspense, its so much fun!

So, the soccer season is neatly over, right? I look forward to chapter 20! Thanks for reviewing.

Mayrana – I know I deserve a flame, but please don't give me one! You love me really! takes pic of teary-eyed Legolas, and bandages up his head Getting clumsy in his old age? Lols, thanks for reviewing.

TriGemini – Nope, funerals are icky. Good and sad? A nice mixture, yes? You want Amy to return? Well, my friend who I have based Amy on, (she is actually called Amy,) always has a habit of bouncing back. Perhaps my Amy will as well…

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ElvenStar5 – Funerals are very, very sad. Anyways, glad you liked the chapter, and thanks for reviewing.

Varda – I understand what you mean about Amy being a bit too perfect, so after this chapter you'll probably shoot me! I guess I kinda deserve it actually. A horse would have been more acceptable I suppose, but never mind. It's done now. I know about the whole hannon lle / diolla lle thing, but diolla lle is Quenya. When I first started writing this, I only had a Quenya dictionary. Then I found the Sindarin. Oops….

Thanks for your review, and I hope the rest of the story was ok.

Chapter 16: The Perfect Wedding?

"Taken.

Gone.

Stolen.

Dead.

What if I had been there?

Would it have made a difference?

Could I have saved you?

Or would you still have died?

Death used its sharp claws,

To snatch you away from me.

The darkness envelops you,

As it envelops me.

Cold, cruel, harsh.

Malicious, malevolent, merciless.

Heartless, pitiless, ruthless.  

Cold-blooded, unkind, wicked.

These words,

Describe your death to me.

Was it my punishment,

For loving you?

Is love so bad?

Is love so wrong?

I thought love was a blessing.

Clearly not.

I miss you my love.

I cannot live without you.

Come back to me.

Come back to my arms.

The darkness comes,

It takes over me.

Destroys my light.

I'll be joining you soon.

I promise.

I'm coming.

Very soon my love.

We'll be together again."

"Legolas! Legolas, open this door immediately!"

Aragorn banged on the oak door again. "Legolas please! I…need help with my…wedding outfit!" Gimli looked at him in disbelief, but Aragorn just shrugged.

"Listen laddie, if you don't open the door right now, I shall break it open with my axe! And by the look on Aragorns' face, he won't like that very much."

The door opened a crack and Legolas peered out. "What?"

"Legolas, what are you doing in there?" Aragorn asked.

"Nothing."

"Can we come in?" he asked in a softer tone. Legolas just nodded and let them in.

The room was dark, and so Aragorn opened the curtains. Legolas shielded his eyes against the bright light. Aragorn frowned at him. "Legolas, you are meant to like light, not shield your eyes against it. What is the matter with you?"

"My heart…it hurts," he replied, sitting down on the end of his bed. "I'm so tired. I just want to go to sleep…"

"Don't you dare!" Aragorn told him fiercely, sitting down beside him. He slipped an arm round the Elf's' slender shoulders. He knew, that if Legolas went to sleep, there was a high possibility that he wouldn't wake up again.

"Why not?"

"You know why Legolas. Come on, you've got to be strong. I know you are grieving, and everyone understands that, it's just… I don't want to lose you Legolas. Not after everything we have been through together." He squeezed him affectionately, holding him closer to his own body.

Legolas smiled. "I know. But I want to be with her Aragorn. That seems to be the thing that people cannot understand."

"We do Legolas, but we don't want you to leave us," Gimli told him. "I know that sounds selfish, but you don't realise just how much you are loved, how much you are still needed."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Gimli's right Legolas. You have to stay, if only for my wedding. You weren't seriously going to miss it were you?"

"No. I'll be ok. Did you say you needed a hand?"

"Aye, I do. Coming?"

"Yes, on my way." Aragorn helped the tired Elf to his feet, and they made their way to Aragorns' chamber to help him prepare for the upcoming wedding.

Arwen and her company hadn't actually arrived yet, but Aragorn knew they were coming. The preparations had started long ago, and the City was alive with activity.

"Doesn't she look incredible?"

"Absolutely stunning."

"Wow, that dress is amazing."

"She looks so beautiful."

"I hope my wedding will be like this."

"Don't talk about marriage yet, you're only twelve!"

Arwen grinned at all the murmurs running through the crowd as she made her way up towards the alter. It had taken her ages to get ready, and now the time had come for her and Aragorn to finally get married.

She saw Legolas and Gimli standing up beside her fiancé, smiling at her. She smiled nervously back, and then stopped by Aragorn. The ceremony began.

Later that evening, the main hall in the palace of Minas Tirith was full of people. Music was playing, and people were dancing. Speeches had been spoken, toasts made, and now everyone was just enjoying themselves.

Up at the head table, Aragorn and Faramir were talking, as were Arwen and Éowyn. The Hobbits were sat together, talking and eating, and Gimli and Legolas were sat together, also talking. Legolas was much quieter than usual, but Gimli knew why. Tonight would probably be the last night he would talk to his friend this way. He was planning to leave them soon, leave, and never come back.

"I'm telling you, the axe is a far better weapon than a bow and arrow," he argued, gulping down some ale.

"No, a bow and arrow are much easier to use. They're lighter, and can be shot a much farther distance than an axe!"

"For close contact fighting, an axe is the best weapon you could possibly have."

"In close contact, I use my twin knives."

"They just small axes."

"No they are not! Gimli, have you ever actually looked at my knives properly?"

"No. You would never let me anywhere near them."

"I wonder why?" he asked sarcastically. "They look nothing like axes."

Gimli just grinned and took another swig of ale. "Whatever you say Elf, whatever you say."

They carried on bantering like this for a while, finding anything and everything to argue about. But it was all good fun, and they would eventually come to a conclusion on things. Well, most of the time.

A couple of hours into the celebrations, Aragorn stood and raised his hands for silence. All eyes turned to look at him. One last speech was clearly on the Kings' agenda.

"My people," he began. "I know we have already had the speeches, the toasts etc, etc, but I just wanted to say one last big thank you to all of you." A huge cheer rose up, and it took a while to quieten the crowd again.

"Yes, yes, thank you very much." A laugh passed through the hall this time.

"Now, I am determined, that whilst my rule lasts, Minas Tirith will be made more beautiful and…" but he was interrupted by the hall doors banging open.

Everyone turned to see who had entered. What they saw, was not necessarily what they were expecting to see.

Two hooded and cloaked riders, mounted on two white stallions. The whole hall was silent, waiting for someone to respond. Most people were looking at the two new arrivals, but some turned to the King, to see what his reaction to this interruption would be. 

Aragorn was staring at them, a bit lost for words. He suddenly realised his people were waiting for an explanation, and so he cleared his throat.

"Who enters my halls in such a manner?"

"Only one who would be daring enough to my Lord," replied one, removing their hood. The other followed suit.

"Sweet Eru of the high heavens!" someone at the high table exclaimed.

They dismounted their horses, and walked up to the high table, the crowd parting for them. Once there, they bowed gracefully. "My Lord, forgive our rude entrance," the first one stated. "But we wanted to make a lasting impression. Have we succeeded?" Aragorn noticed they wore a silver tear drop necklace with a sapphire embedded in the centre. He grinned slyly at them. "You two will surely be the death of me," he said.

Amy and Natalie grinned identical grins. "Oh no my Lord, we could not possibly be the cause for such a tragic event," Natalie answered.

Aragorn raised an eyebrow, then remembered something. He looked down the table to where Legolas had been sitting. But the Elf was nowhere to be seen. But Gimli tilted his head out of the hall, towards the corridor that led to Legolas' room.

"I will go my Lord," Amy offered, and swept off down the hallway, the crowd once again making way for her.

"Come up here, Lady Natalie," Aragorn offered, pulling up a chair for her beside him. "You deserve a seat at the Kings' table." She smiled graciously, and took the offered seat.

Amy ran down the corridor, checking every room she came to. But each one was empty. She began calling for him. "Legolas! Legolas!"

Her cries became more desperate, her voice louder. "Legolas where are you?"

Her path led her right to the end of the hallway, and then it was a dead end. She yelled rather a rude word, and turned back the way she had come.

Again, she looked in every room, and then came to a door that was locked. It had not been so when she first checked. She banged on it, and yelled through the wood. "Legolas! Legolas, are you in there? Please, if you are, open up!"

But there was no sound coming from within. She whistled sharply.

Not long after, her stallion came galloping up the hallway. No one was following him, and she assumed that Natalie had told them to stay put.

"Tamno-en annon dad," she told him. (Kick the door down.)

He gave her a funny look, but did as his mistress told him.

Soon, the door gave way, and she hurried in, looking desperately around. The stallion waited outside.

There he was, collapsed on the bed. She ran to him and saw his eyes were shut. "Bloody…stupid…ruddy… Legolas wake up!" she yelled, shaking his shoulders.

But he made no response. She checked for a pulse. It was weak, and his breathing was extremely shallow. She could just about see his chest rising and falling.

"Legolas," she said a bit more softly. "Echuivo Legolas. Saes melamin, echuivo!" (Wake up Legolas. Please my love, wake up!)

She placed her hand over his heart, draining her energy into him. She bent down, and with her last drop of energy, kissed him passionately upon the lips.

When she was almost collapsed from exhaustion, his eyes flickered open to gaze up at her. She smiled weakly back. "Nice to have you back with us Legolas. Where'd you go, hmm?"

He just stared at her, lost for words. She smiled and kissed him again. "I'm here melamin. I've come back."

"How…why…I don't understand," he whispered, his hand coming up to caress her cheek, his fingers trailing down to play with the silver droplet on the chain.

"Shh, that doesn't matter now. Sleep now. I'm here."

"Is this just a dream?" he asked.

"No, no dream. This is all real, I promise you." She tucked her hair behind her ears, and his eyes widened as he saw the pointed tips. She grinned. "Neat, aren't they?"

"I am dreaming."

"No, you are not." She kissed him again, and this time, he responded. "That does not happen in dreams Legolas, no matter how much you want it to," she told him, softly stroking his cheek. "Sleep now." She lay her head down on his chest, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

As the sun rose the next morning, they were still in the same position. Amy's stallion was still outside the door, stopping anyone from entering. He was being the door in fact.

Amy stirred first and looked down at her sleeping love. He looked completely at peace, and she smiled. One day, she would tell him what happened when she and Natalie had died.

They had gone to the Halls of Mandos, which surprised them both a little. Surely, because they ere humans from Earth, they should have gone to heaven?

There, they were judged, separately, asked questions about what they wanted to happen to them, and what should happen to their friends.

"I wish for my friends in Middle-Earth to live happily in peace forever. And look after Legolas. He'll need it."

"I wish that all Amy's friends and all the new ones I have made to live in peace forever and ever. Oh, especially Legolas. He'll be heartbroken when he sees Amy has died."

"No more war please."

"Um…no more fighting, never again."

"Er…happiness for all time?"

"Can everyone down there be…happy and joyful. No more sadness."

"The world will be rebuilt."

"Everything will be fixed that was broken during the fighting."

"Laughter and love forever."

"Everyone will love everyone else. No more tears."

"Really, just, everyone to live happily, no more fighting, and peace forever and ever."

"World peace to put it simply."

The judges smiled at what the girls had asked for. They had been completely selfless and wanted nothing more than for their friends to be happy.

"Very well," the head judge had said when they were brought back together. "You wish for Middle-Earth to remain a happy and war-free place, correct?" They had nodded.

"Very well. Evil has been destroyed forever from the world, and so that wish has come true already. Now, for your friends to be happy and joyful. They have just lost you two to death. They aren't going to be particularly happy, are they?"  

"They'll get over it. Won't they, my Lord…?" Amy had asked timidly.

"Possibly. But Prince Legolas, this has hit him hardest. I doubt he will be able to survive another week on Earth. His heart will break, and he will join you in Mandos."

"No!" Amy had cried out. "Please don't let him die! He can't die, not after surviving the War, and all the battles! Please, let him live!"

"I am not in control of whether he lives or dies Amy. However, you are."

"Me?"

"Yes. If you hadn't have gone against his orders and gone into battle and died, you would still be living. It is your fault he is dying himself."

Amy had then proceeded to burst into tears.

"I can change that," he had consoled her. "I will send you back to Middle-Earth as guardians. That will be your official title. You will return as Elves, and that will mean of course, you will be immortal. You will be gifted with steeds of the highest quality. It will be your job to deal with any evil that may come back from the aftermath of this War."

They had just stared at him in disbelief.

"Wha…?" Natalie had started, and then, they found themselves sitting in the middle of a forest, their white stallions grazing beside them. Sitting in shock for a few moments, they gazed at one another.

"I have pointy ears!" Amy squealed.

They had ridden with all haste to Minas Tirith, and galloped up through the City. There had been no one around, as all were at the wedding celebrations. They had made their grand entrance in the hall, and Amy remembered seeing Legolas at the table. He had quickly disappeared.

She giggled quietly and looked down at the Elf in her arms. He was going to be ok now, as was she. They would live together… somewhere, and nothing would separate them ever again.

Ta da!! The End, finis, ende, teleth, metta! Hey, that's… counts … five different languages! English, French, German, Sindarin, and Quenya! Nice one Lainfaer…

So, yeah, that's it! Good ending? I couldn't leave Leggy alone for all time and let him fade away and die! True, I had all the power over which way this story would go, but I could not bring myself to do that! Maybe it would have made a more interesting ending, but I just felt that those two were made for each other.

I know; I know it is a typical ending. And you're all probably thinking that Amy and Natalie have now become Mary-Sues. But seriously, that is NOT how I wanted them to be at ANY stage of this story. I've already had a load of stick for making Beinlóth a 'Mary-Sue', but I had never meant for her to be. And these two certainly aren't. Seriously, if you ever met the real Amy and Natalie…well, let's just say they are NOTHING like Mary-Sues. No offence dears…

So, that is it for Love Conquers All. I hope you enjoyed it, and please go and have a peek at my other stories. New readers and reviewers are always welcome!

Namárie for now my lovely readers!

Lainfaer