Note: This story is perfect to read as a stand-alone, but it is also the third part of my A Midsummer Night's Dream Trilogy. Well, the title says it all: this is the story that finally ended on a happy note. In the first two stories, The Winter's Tale and All's Well That Ends Well, I attempted to reverse my generally light-hearted style, to write some more serious, and even tragic stuff. However, this is definitely the lightest, happiest and funniest of the three, giving the series a perfectly happy ending. Hope you Enjoy.

The Lord of the Rings is finally destroyed along with its owner Sauron, the cloud of fear that covered Middle Earth for so long has finally vanished. The fearful and dark days finally ended, and hope sprang in every heart as the golden rays of the sun. Everyone wants to celebrate. Our two cheerful hobbits, Merry and Pippin sang and danced on the Round Table. The knights rejoiced around them with large cups of beers in hand. No one even tried to conceal his or her excitement.

Legolas and his two friends sat in a corner close by the door. He preferred peace and quietness, the loud and ungentle behaviors of the warriors often made him feel weird and uncertain. Gimli challenged the elf once again after their Drinking Competition in Rohan. One of the most significant characteristics of a standard dwarf is his unmatchable stubbornness. And the result of such admirable determination: fell asleep on the table with a very, very full tummy, snoring like a cave troll, as you might guess.

Aragorn looked deeply troubled. Princess Arwen should have arrived 10 minutes ago, but there is still no signs of the elves. He must fear Lord Elrond has changed his mind.

Legolas is also very worried. Joining the Fellowship without permission? Not writing a single letter back home to say he's okay? That is more than enough to make the furious King Thranduil send a mail to criticize and discredit his son with the worse words possible. At the end, the loving daddy also added a postscript with glaring red ink:

If you do not return within three days…

Legolas doesn't even want to think about the consequences.

"What's wrong, Legolas?" Asked Aragorn, sounding concerned.

"What? Oh, nothing." He answered carelessly.

Aragorn sighed, fidgeting with the wine classes, as though considering something very difficult to explain. After a while, he finally said in a deep voice: "I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, I will arrange all that is necessary."

Legolas smiled bitterly: Thank you, Man of Gondor. However, my father will kill anything when he's angry: men, elves, dawves, etc. Even you cannot make a big difference this time, I'm afraid. Never mind the fact that father now consider you and Gandalf human traders who sold his son. I sincerely hope you never come across him in your lifetime.

Legolas placed the shiny goblet onto the table, and concentrated on the dancing Hobbits. Slowly, a unbearable sense of weariness made his head go heavy, his eyes fell dry. He tried hard to focus on the slowly fading world, as Aragorn's voice entered his eardrums, barely audible: " You've had too much, Legolas, let me help…"

I'm Drunk? Impossible…

The brain can handle no more. The elf fell asleep on the table.

Dusk was falling when he woke up. The clouds of the west are blood red as a few swallows passed into the sky into the forest behind. Two horses are roaming in the woods, their hooves making a strange clicking sound on the rocky pavement. Aragorn in riding on a brown horse, guiding the gray one Legolas' riding, actually not riding---the poor elf find himself tied up like a cocoon. The worse part is the fact his mouth is also covered up completely.

Was I captured again by orcs after getting drunk, and the brave and brilliant Aragorn once again saved me from more trouble? Thought Legolas. No, I fell drunk in the Palace on Gondor; orcs can't get there yet…

"Are you awake, Legolas?" Asked Aragorn. The dying sun gave his face a warm orange tone.

He blinked his eyes as a response: I'll thank you later, Aragorn, can you please unbound me?

"No worries, we are now far away from Gondor, they can't find us."

Them? Did the orcs really take your palace!

"I said I will arrange everything, and now we've escaped. Silly child, you thought you could stick me with Arwen and sacrifice your own happiness? Oh, this is always your character. Anyway, I've decided to give up everything to be with you…"

Am I really drunk? I can't understand a word he's saying!

"You definitely will not agree to let me do this for you. So I borrowed some Anesthetic medicine from my friend. I thought it might not work easily on elves, so I multiplied the amount seven times. Never thought you might sleep for two days, I will be more careful next time."

Legolas finally understood. His human friend stunned him, kidnapped his out of Gondor, and two days had passed.

Damn, Aragorn! Why did you do this to me?

"I've made my decision, we can run away together! Then find a nice, quiet place and live a nice, quiet life. I can hunt or open a pub, the local residents won't recognize me."

Why must I run away with you! You thought I was nice to you because I like you? Dear Goodness, I took extra care of you because I don't want my dear friend Arwen to spend the rest of her life alone… Wait a minute! You said I have been asleep for two days? Then I only have one day left until daddy's deadline! I might still make it if I borrow Shadowfax from Gandalf…

"I can build a small cottage, and plant lots of beautiful trees. It will be even better if there is a small river running in front of our front door. I can just imagine the birds singing by our window every morning…"

Shut up, Aragorn! Let Me Down!