Epilogue:

King Thranduil was happy. No, happy was an understatement. King Thranduil was giddy. He was sitting in his office, reflecting on how great that his life was at the moment. Yes, Thranduil had an office. He was King after all, he had a lot of important things to do. The office was necessary in order to avoid all of the things he had to do.

This giddy feeling Thranduil was experiencing had been present ever since Elladan and Elrohir had ridden through, following a flock of birds. They had stopped just long enough to tell Thranduil about the most recent outbreak of insanity. In Thranduil's opinion sending Legolas away to attend Frodo's surprise party had been the smartest thing that he, Thranduil had ever done. And he had done many smart things. He thought of the group stuck listening to the latest fanfiction and felt a sense of satisfaction. King Thranduil put his feet up on his desk and took a sip of wine. Thinking specifically of Elrond trapped listening to another insane fanfiction Thranduil almost laughed out loud, but instead took another sip of wine.

Just then, when everything seemed so right with the world, the silence was interrupted by a knock. After a moment of pause Thranduil called for the person to come in. The person who had knocked was a random elf. The random elf came into the office.

"My lord, Legolas has returned," the random elf announced.

"Maybe it is another elf named Legolas," King Thranduil thought with a faint glimmer of hope.

"Prince Legolas your son," the messenger continued, "he is on his way up here to see you."

Mild panic surged in, viciously destroying the peace that had been in Thranduil's mere minutes ago. It was as if this random elf had brought in a sledge hammer and smashed the happiness Thranduil had been feeling into a million little shards.

"Your son has a friend with him," the random elf added.

"Stop talking," Thranduil snapped.

**-*-**

Meanwhile Elrond had just arrived at Rivendell, accompanied by Bilbo. Elrond was pleased to have arrived, if only because there were people other then himself here for Bilbo to talk to.

"I just do not know what happened," Bilbo lamented for what was probably the thousandth time. "I am not saying that our family does not have an odd tendency or two, we have flaws, sure. But what Frodo has become…" Bilbo trailed off shaking his head morosely.

Just then Erestor, Elrond's chief councilor came over to them. He was carrying a pile of letters which he held out to Elrond.

"My lord Elrond," Erestor said, "I hope that the party went all right."

"It most certainly did not," Bilbo proclaimed vehemently.

"There were complications," Elrond said. "What are all these letters?"

"You have been receiving two or three for several days now," Erestor explained, "they all were sent by Tom Bombadil. Was he at the party as well?"

"Not as long as the rest of us," Bilbo said bitterly.

Elrond began to open the letters and scan them, reading fragments aloud.

"… thought we were allies … How could you? … worst experience of my life … ruined my sanity … peace of mind destroyed … you are all monsters …."

"Tom Bombadil wrote that?" Erestor asked looking shocked. "What happened at this party?"

"Bilbo will explain," Elrond told Erestor, "I need to go lie down for a couple of decades."

**-*-**

"What do you mean you can not make an appointment for us?" Merry demanded.

He and Pippin were standing in the office of the Shrink. The Shrink was consulting a book that was about as thick as a stack of bricks.

"I am terribly sorry," the Shrink told the two hobbits, "I'm just completely booked."

"How about next week?" Pippin asked desperately.

"You don't understand," the Shrink said, "I'm booked for the next thousand years."

"How is that possible?" Pippin asked.

"Well I am the only Shrink in Middle Earth," the Shrink shrugged.

"Look," Merry said, "we've just been through a trauma."

"Not another one," the Shrink muttered looking discouraged, "I don't understand how you heroes go so insane."

There was the sound of knocking from the door and all of them turned to look at the doorway. Standing there was Glorfindel.

"I'm here for my appointment," he said.

"You got an appointment?" Merry demanded. "How?"

"I scheduled it the second I got the invitation to Frodo's birthday party," Glorfindel explained, "I thought it might come in handy."

**-*-**

In Gondor Arwen, Aragorn, Same, and Rosie were sitting at a table in a picturesque garden having tea.

"It is so lovely here," Rosie was saying to Arwen, "we really appreciate you letting us stop by."

"So where do you plan to visit on this vacation?" Arwen asked.

"Anywhere," Sam said forcefully, "we just needed to get away for a little bit."

"That makes sense," Arwen nodded, "I have not visited Rivendell since the whole incident in the library. The memories are too painful."

All four of them shuddered slightly at the thought of the time they had spent trapped in the Rivendell library listening to Legolas' fanfiction. They sat in silence for a minute enjoying their tea.

"Did you hear about what Gandalf and Saruman have been doing?" Aragorn asked. When Rosie and Sam said they had not he continued leaning forward. "I heard from Eomer that they are currently working together."

"It can't be!" Sam cried.

"I did not believe it either," Aragorn said, "but it is true. They have joined forces to spread the word of the awesomeness of wizards."

"When will the insanity end?" Rosie asked shaking her head.

**-*-**

Gimli was sitting in the middle of a forest , working on starting a fire. The forest was peaceful and silent. Having finally succeeded he rocked back onto his heels with a pleased grin.

Looking up Gimli fell over in surprise. There was a figure standing in front of him. The figure had managed to sneak up on him while he wasn't looking, catching him completely off guard.

"Haldir!" Gimli spluttered as he stood up brushing some dirt off and glaring up at the elf.

"Sorry," the elf grinned not particularly looking as if he meant it, "I could not resist."

"Someday you are going to sneak up on the wrong person and they are going to kill you dead," Gimli grumbled, "and I dearly hope that I am there so that I can point and laugh."

"What are you doing in the middle of this forest?" Haldir asked. "I thought that you were not all that fond of forests."

"I am not," Gimli admitted, "but I needed to hide."

"From who?"

"Everyone," Gimli answered, "it is the only way to preserve my sanity."

"It must be snowing at Mount Doom," Haldir remarked.

"Why?" Gimli asked.

"Because a dwarf is talking sense."

**-*-**

Elrohir and Elladan were also in a forest, but it was anything but silent and peaceful. The pair of them sat on a fallen tree with their hands over their ears. Standing in front of them was the ghost of Boromir.

"Ahhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhhhh" The ghost yelled at the top of his transparent lungs. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!"

"Doesn't he ever need to take a breath?" Elladan asked desperately.

"No," Elrohir answered, "he's a ghost remember?"

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Boromir continued to yell.

"Boromir," Elrohir shouted to be heard.

"Yes?" Boromir asked stopping the constant yelling.

"This is not the proper way to haunt people," Elrohir said.

"Yes," Elladan agreed, "you have to be scary and not as loud."

"Nonstop yelling is how Theoden has been haunting people," the ghost of Boromir explained, "and he tells me he has had tremendous success with it."

"How long do you intend to 'haunt' us?" Elladan asked using air quotes around the word 'haunt' as he said it.

"Until you are properly punished for not giving me help when I asked for it," Boromir replied. "Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Elrohir and Elladan exchanged panicked looks as they once again covered their ears with their hands.

**-*-**

"This can not be happening," King Thranduil said weakly as Legolas, followed by Frodo, walked into his office. "What is the latest mental case doing here in Mirkwood?"

"Well after Frodo had been beaten into submission we all took a vote and decided Mirkwood was the best place for him to stay."

"Why?" Thranduil asked looking at the insane and heavily bruised hobbit standing before him.

"Elrond said that since you already had experience with keeping me secured after my bout of insanity that you would be able to keep Frodo here too."

Without a word King Thranduil stood up and walked out of the office. Legolas followed him out into the hallway but Thranduil ignored him and continued to walk away.

"What are you doing?" Legolas called after his father.

"I am going on vacation to construct his revenge," Thranduil announced.

"Where?" Legolas asked.

"Anywhere but here," Thranduil replied.

Author's Note:

Well there it was, the end of the story. I sincerely hope that I will write more soon, but just in case I don't I want to thank everyone who has read this. Writing these stories has been so much fun! Thank you for the reviews, I have appreciated them all.