Well this is the final chapter… I received some pleas for a sequel… well I
would say 'On the Road again' is one :-)
Not good enough?
Well, I will finish OTRA and think about a sequel to that story… ok?
Oh – maybe I should mention I am really bad in writing endings… sigh…
Thanks to all of you who read this and a special thanks to all of you who
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The rest of the night passed slowly. The pain from his wounds as well as
the unusual sleeping position made it hard for Legolas to find sleep again.
The elf's restlessness as well as his concern for his friend kept Gimli
awake. He refused Legolas' offer to leave the room so he could find rest
with the cross declaration that dwarf's did not need to rest.
Both the elf's and the dwarf's mood was slightly dimmed when they appeared
at the palace the next morn. The servant led them to the room where Elrohir
and Elladan were already waiting. The table was laid for six revealing that
no one else had been invited to join the King and Queen of Gondor.
'Legolas! How do you fare?' Elrohir called out upon seeing them.
The elf's face was still pale and he did not move with his usual grace.
'I am well again, thank you.' He answered, a weak smile on his face.
Gimli's snort he answered with a dark look.
Before anything else could be said the door opened again and Aragorn
entered, Arwen on his arm. The king of Gondor greeted his friends with a
Arwen's beautiful face betrayed nothing as her eyes wandered over them,
coming to rest on Legolas.
They bowed and greeted her with a little bit too much enthusiasm causing
Aragorn's smile to grow ever wider.
She let go of her husband's arm and stepped close to Legolas looking into
his eyes. Her fingers gently touched his cheek for a moment.
'I thank you for defending my honor, my friend.' She said softly. 'But I
feel like strangling you for your stupidity. Not only did you have to keep
this from us, you had to go and seek another fight when your wounds were
not healed yet.' She shook her head in exasperation. 'I would have thought
more of you.'
Her soft words cut deeper than any angry shouting could ever have. Legolas'
eyes flickered away from hers not able to stand the mixture of sadness,
pain and compassion he could see there.
The usual proud elf was a picture of misery under her scrutiny and Gimli
could not help a small grin forming on his face. If he thought it to be
concealed by his beard he was proven wrong when Arwen suddenly turned on
'And you, son of Gloin? Not only did you help him but you had to bring
violence into the house of healing!'
She quickly turned on Elladan who took a step back in surprise.
'And you, my dear brother, were there along with him. It will do nothing
for the reputation of elves if you behave like this.'
The usual gentle and kind elf was not to be stopped and the four stood
still taking her verbal lashing with as much dignity as they could muster.
Aragorn watched arms folded in front of his chest and leaning against the
wall with unhidden amusement as his beloved wife tore into them. She never
raised her voice but there was no need. Her words were sharp and well aimed
When she was finished with them they stood like children that had just been
scolded and the looks on their face undid Aragorn. He broke out in
laughter. For a moment Arwen scowled at him but when her look returned to
her victims she could see the humor in the situation and a smile softened
It was Elladan who dared to speak first.
'I would advise you, Legolas, the next time you come across anyone who
utters an insult, let Arwen handle it. She will have them cowering within
'Aye.' The dwarf mumbled. 'Anyone would rather beg for being exiled than
face her wrath.'
Having exhausted her anger Arwen could not help but laugh, slight
embarrassment flushing her cheeks.
'Well done, my love.' Aragorn said his voice still shaking from laughter.
'Some of this things I wished to say myself last night but somehow I never
got the chance.'
His voice a little bit more sober he added.
'Let us sit and eat, my friends. We will have to face the people of Gondor
The people of Minas Tirith followed their king's order and gathered in
front of the palace. Rumors had quickly made the round about the death of
Bethrol and their curiosity was piped.
It was Aragorn himself who stepped in front of the crowd, Noldim at his
side. The young man was ordered to tell what had transpired and he did
leaving nothing out.
But doubt still remained and Aragorn could feel his people were not
convinced completely. He could see it in their eyes that some of them still
doubted that whatever had been done to the elf did warrant his taking a
The king called Legolas to his side and upon seeing him loud shouts could
be heard and they were not friendly. It were only few that called out but a
crowd is easily manipulated and the reaction turned not to the elf's favor.
Aragorn talked quietly to Legolas and Gimli standing behind them could not
hear his words due to the angered crowd.
The dwarf could feel his own fury rising at their behavior toward his
friend. He had been a honored friend, a hero only short ago. Had they so
quickly forgotten about the elf's deeds?
He could see Legolas nod and the king raised his hand, silencing the crowd.
Without a word he motioned to the elf and Legolas slowly started to take of
the light tunic he wore. His movements were slow and not hiding the pain he
was in. Aragorn took the cloth from him. Gimli himself had rewrapped the
bandage around his torso after checking his wounds in the morning and he
knew what it cost his friend to undo them. The pain on his features was
plainly visible to the crowd and they stayed silent watching as the white
material fell away. The bruises on his chest and abdomen were nearly faded
but still visible. But it was the sight of his back as he turned to show it
that made many gasp in horror.
An elf heals quickly but having torn them open only the night ago the welts
and cuts covering Legolas' pale skin still looked horrible.
Whoever had doubted the words spoken could now see the undeniable proof.
It was Aragorn who stepped to Legolas after a few moments and rewrapped his
wounds again. Helping his friend into his tunic he gave him a tight smile.
He knew what this had cost the proud elf but it had been the only way to
truly show the people of Gondor the full extend of what had been done to
When Legolas turned to meet the crowd's stares once more the reaction had
changed dramatically. Applause welled up as the elf's eyes swept over the
crowd. For a moment he stood taken aback until he realized the meaning and
bowed in acceptance of the apology offered. Then he stepped back again
retaking his place next to Gimli. He hardly heard Aragorn voice the
judgment he had spoken over those involved in the attack as his glance met
Arwen's. Tears shone in her eyes as she looked at him for a moment ere she
turned her head away. She herself had not known the viciousness of the
attack until now.
'The matter is settled.' The king said with a sigh.
They had all come together once more and this time the hobbits had joined
them. They had been shocked to hear about the ambush on Legolas and had
hardly stopped asking questions until even Gimli was tired of answering
Aragorn's words and the glare that accompanied them finally stopped Pippin
from another curious query and silence fell as the hobbits' voices ceased
'There is a promise I still have to fulfill.' Legolas said slowly getting
to his feet. His smile was directed at Arwen. 'I would like you to
accompany me when I have a look at your gardens, my lady.' He said with a
'Ai, stop this formality, Legolas.' She sighed. 'I did apologize for
tearing into you like this, although I still believe you deserved it.
He laughed at her and extended his arm for her.
'Are you sure you are well enough?' she asked concern in her eyes as she
'The garden will do me more good than the closed rooms of this palace,
beautiful as they may be.' He answered truthfully and she smiled at that.
For a moment his eyes turned to a forlorn figure standing in the corner of
the room. True to his word Noldim had followed him everywhere ready to
accept Legolas orders. He had given none until now as he motioned for the
man to follow them.
Stepping outside into the wide but neglected garden Legolas could feel his
spirits rise. Although much damage had been done here life still remained
and trees and grass mixed with wild flowers were struggling to grow.
Out of curiosity as well as some unshakable worry for his stubborn friend
Gimli had followed them and with awe he watched the effect the presence of
the wood elf had on his surroundings. Although wounded and weakened his
magic was felt by trees and greens and a whisper seemed to go through
leaves and grass. All of a sudden the colors and smells seemed to intensify
as fresh strength was given to the plants as the elf wandered through them
a soft song raising from his lips. He had let go of Arwen and walked
around, sometimes stopping to touch a leaf or let his fingers run over the
bark of a tree. A soft glow seemed to emanate from him as he wandered
around completely in tune with the wildlife around him.
They stood and watched as Legolas used the magic of the wood elves to heal
the wounds that had been inflicted by war and carelessness. When he came
back to them some color had replaced the pallor of his face as if the
healing had also strengthened himself.
It was then that Gimli saw the look on Noldim's face. It was a look of
wonder and awe as he had for the first time in his life seen the true
nature of an elf.
Legolas turned to the young man and gave him advise of what to do in the
garden and to the plants to ensure they would grow. He listened and nodded
eagerly completely taken by the elf and whishing to please him. With a shy
look at his Queen he bowed and hurried away to fulfill his tasks.
Shaking his head Gimli followed the elves as they returned inside. How
quickly the man's opinion had changed from almost killing the elf to
something close to worship. He would never understand elves but even less
would he ever understand men.