The History of Legolas - The Last Green Leaf

The History Of Legolas – Part III
The Last Green Leaf
By Vendie

Epilogue

Thranduil examined the piece of parchment in his hands with great scrutiny. It had been delivered just minutes before by a messenger from Ithilien, who said it was most urgent. Though, after reading the contents, Thranduil was unsure about the word “urgent”. Indeed, it was of great importance however, it only contained news of something that had most certainly passed already. Nonetheless, Thranduil appreciated receiving the news as quickly as he did.

Smiling in spite of himself, Thranduil read it over again.

“Dearest Adar,

Though I am sure the news has traveled quickly through the realms of Middle-Earth, it grieves me to inform you of the passing of Aragorn Elessar, King of Gondor and my dear friend. Let it be known in Eryn Lasgalen that the elves of Ithilien offered what we could in his honor, and that the songs we sang may be remembered in the annals of Gondor for years to come.

Now Gimli and I are all that remain of our Fellowship here in Middle-Earth. My heart yearns for what I have long pushed aside, and so Ada, it is with a heavy heart I write to tell you of my journey across the sea.

For years, I have known that my heart no longer dwells in the land which I once called home. Though a part of me will always belong to Eryn Lasgalen, I find that I must sail West to join with those who have gone before me. I know that this news will likely be met with much sadness, but I believe you know the feelings which I now follow. For indeed, I know that you wed our mother only to be separated from her for many long years. Such is my burden, and so I sail.

Know, Ada, that I will always love you deeply and I will miss you greatly, as I will miss my brothers and nieces and nephews. Please share this letter with them, and do not let them be grieved by my parting. Also, do not allow yourself or anyone else fret over the loneliness of this long journey, for I am bringing Gimli with me to, as he says, ‘keep me out of trouble’.

May the peace and blessings of the Valar be upon you and our family always.

Your loving son,
Legolas”

The Elvenking sighed and set the letter down on his desk, wiping his eyes from the tears that had formed once again. Though, Thranduil smiled.

“Yes, my son, I know your burden,” He said to no one. “And I hope that you find the peace of heart you seek with those in the West.”

With that, Thranduil rose from his chair and left his study, Legolas’ letter still sitting on his desk.


THE END


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Author’s Note: Now, you may feel as though there are some unresolved issues with this plot arch that I’ve created. This is intentional. Why?

My intent with the History of Legolas series was to sum up my best guesses of Legolas’ life BEFORE he left Mirkwood. Not beyond. Therefore, I have followed this story with another, called "I Aear Cân Ven Na Mar". I may start posting it here, but for now you may find it at my Fanfiction.net account under the penname Vendie of Rivendell.

Thank you to all who helped me write this story, for your encouragement and advice. This story is for you.