Epilogue~

From somewhere distant I can hear a voice, an unfamiliar voice with an incredibly familiar prayer being said,

"Return to the world, may the Grace of the Valar lead you back, open your eyes and breathe once more. Do not fade, do not retreat, and do not be afraid. Let the light guide you back, let my voice return you to your body, let the sunlight open your eyes." as I listen to the words I can see a faint but ever growing light coming towards me. As it gets closer I smile when I see what the figures that waits within; the Fellowship and Haldir, my family, my love. Tears fall as I try and reach out but there is something holding me back, some force I can't describe.

"Is this what you chose?" the voice ask and without hesitation I respond,

"I do, with everything left I have to offer I do."

"You have already offered and given much more than needed. You have been Given New Life, may you enjoy many summers of peace and many winters of comfort." the voice says before I start to feel a tingling sensation across my body starting at my toes and working its way up until the crown of my head is buzzing with energy. As my eyes start to fight open I reach out for something with a trembling hand and find my hand grasping something thin and metallic. As I try to figure out what it is I feel an inscription on it and say aloud in a tiny voice,

"Brave be the One to hold thee, Brave be the One to carry, Brave be the One to honor." tears fall as I come to know what I'm feeling—my sword. Grasping it tightly, I slowly and carefully bring it to my chest with a shaking arm and smiling say aloud,

"I am loved." and then I open my eyes fully to see the morning light stream a room, the room white and peaceful and silent. Slowly I manage to sit upright and look down to see myself in an all-white gown, my hair loose and topped with a chain of white flowers and have to wonder what happened. All I remember is being tortured by the Dark Lord before being impaled onto something horribly sharp. Did I die or was it all a dream? Did the battle even happen yet? Was the war over? With my sword still clasped to my chest, I stand from the bed on jelly legs so that for a moment I have to hold on before I find another shocker; white flowers and candles are all around the room and bed. Sadness fills the place making the air in the room heavy so much so I can nearly taste the tears. Looking around the room I notice the curtains are drawn and almost no voices and feel confused as I have no idea where I am. Turning to the door, I step over to it and put my sword at my side before slowly opening the door. I'm back at Minas Tirith, that much I realize now but I don't know where in the capital I am. Peeking down each corridor to see no one, I take the right corridor and walk down it to where I hear very distant voices. As I draw closer I look outside to see a glorious morning beyond the White City and smile as the breeze fans my heated skin. Soon I come to a large double doorway and peeking around it to see the Main Hall and see everyone from Aragon—no—Elessar coronation. The air here is somber too even though it's supposed to be a happy occasion, the King has returned and yet it feels as if someone died. Had I died? Is that why everyone was so sad? Could that really be the reason? But then why was I here breathing? What was hell is going on? The Fellowship sits together at one long table closest to the Head Table with Gandalf and the Hobbits, though Elessar and Arwen are at the Head Table right before me. Lord Elrond and the brothers sit together along with Lord and Lady of the Wood. I see everyone; even Ewoyn, Faramir and Eomer but don't see Haldir. I'm just about to enter when I met Aragon's wandering gaze and watch him drop his goblet. The sound of the goblet crashing fills the room and everyone turns to the King who slowly stands from his seat. Soon everyone is turning to me as I sheepishly step out timidly from my hiding spot wishing I hadn't. Elessar's face is one not only of shock, but joy, relief and amazement as I slowly walk into the room. I keep my gaze on the King not daring to look at anyone else as I walk with sword in hand and when we meet halfway in the center I lower myself to the ground kneeing with my sword and say,

"May the days of the King be blessed." with my head lowered I don't see his reaction, only feel him pull me upright into a fierce hug.

"My Sister," he says into my hair as I feel tears on my cheek, he's crying.

"My dear Sister." and letting me go he laughs and his face bursts into one of a man who never saw battle or death or pain or grief. I smile at him before feeling figures around me; the rest of the Fellowship giving me a tight group hug. I laugh weakly as I'm in the center and say,

"Guys, it's the King's day not mine." as everyone pulls back I can see the tears on their faces as Elessar says,

"No, today is not just my day dear Sister, today is the day for all—including you." I smile at his words and give each member of the Fellowship their own hug each with tears in their eyes. Legolas is beside himself, Gimli trying his best not to cry, Gandalf shedding tears a plenty, and the Hobbits laughing through their grief. After each member gives me a hug it's Frodo who speaks to me saying,

"I knew you would alright, somehow, I just knew. Even when the others told me you had passed, even then I knew somehow you would come back." I smile down at him and hug him tightly as I whisper,

"Thank you Frodo." when I pull back I find Ewoyn rushing over to me to embrace me, laughing through her relief as she says,

"My dear Sister at Arms!" Faramir smiled to me and even gives me a hug saying,

"My brother would be happy that you are here." which makes me hug him even tighter. The last person I expect next to see is Eomer, who looks sheepishly at me before bowing his head to say,

"Can you—could you ever possibly forgive me? I do not expect it of you but—"

"Oh Eomer, I couldn't hate you forever." again he bows his head before saying honestly,

"I do not deserve such forgiveness, you truly are a gift." then I notice Arwen who had been giving Eomer a hard stare coming over to me next and I step aside to hug her as she says,

"Oh my Graces! Thank the Graces!" before pulling back with teary eyes to finish,

"It is the work of the Valar you are alive."

"Yes, yes it is." I hear a shaky voice say from next to me and turning find Lord Elrond whose face is wet from crying and the brothers who look the same if not worse.

"Ada!" I breathe as I give him a fierce hug which he quickly returns without hesitation. Each brother takes it in turn to hug me tightly next, giving me kisses on the cheeks and smiling through their shock and relief. When my father hugs me once more he pulls back to cup both my cheeks and place a kiss on my brow saying,

"I thought you dead, we all did, we all mourned."

"You can't get rid of me that easily." I say but he shakes his head and says softly,

"You were brought back from the battlefield having already passed. Haldir was the one to carry you back and I was sure that his heart had broken on the way here. We would have buried you had it not been for Elessar who wanted to wait. It must honestly be the work of the Valar that we waited." and giving me another hug it's Lady Galadriel who chimes in,

"Zoe seems you were spared for everything you have done." and looking at her hear in my mind,

"The Valar gave you one last chance at your happiness. Seems you have earned the right to live again." I smile and bow my head in silent thanks and it's Lord Celeborn who says,

"I believe someone wants to see you." looking around I see Haldir coming back into the Hall and when he sees me his face is full of disbelieve. Slowly he makes his way over to me as I stand motionless, my breath stolen from me. Just knowing that he was the one to carry me, knowing that he had been the one to mourn the worst makes my tears start to fall. I honestly can't believe I'm back, everything I had been told, everything I had seen and with all that had happened told me I should be dead right now. It truly was a work of otherworldly grace that I'm here. It's as if were the only ones in the Hall, which though sounds incredibly cheesy is true. Coming to stand before me he lifts me into the air and spins me around murmuring how much he cares, how much he missed me, how much he loves me but I lean into his ear and say,

"Prove it." setting me back down but still holding me tight he smirks wickedly despite his watery eyes before saying,

"Perhaps I should kill the Dwarf first?" laughing, I stand on my tippy toes and kiss him for all it's worth. As he responds I hear the Hall burst into applause just like they have done for Elessar and Arwen. Only this is more meaning full for those closest to me because at least everyone around me knows that I was lost to darkness forever. I had died, but I was given one last chance at my happiness; Given New Life.

TA DA! Did you really honestly think I'd let my favorite character I've ever written die?! Thank you all for making this my most reviews, most like and followed story I have ever written. I can never thank you all enough for that! I don't think I'll ever write such a tale as good or like as this but I shall try! Again, thank you and goodnight!