Two hundred years rolled by since Legolas' passing. No one had really gotten over the fact that he was dead, but they were hopeful that one day he'd show up. The young Elflings grew into adulthood and then never looked a day older. There were new Elflings to replace them, though. Aragorn, Gimli and Gandalf never grew older either. They were in the Undying Lands. Nothing died, nor grew to old age there. Gandalf was of old age, but he would grow no older.

        All hoped that one day another young ellon would join them. A king. The last king of Elves. Every day Aragorn, Arwen, Gimli, Gandalf, and Thranduil would look for Legolas. After fifty years of this, they stopped searching and just waited. They knew He'd show eventually. Searching would make the time go slower. They never forgot him. They never threw him aside. They thought of him often. Not mournfully, but in laughter and mirth at the good times they'd had with him. And they were all rewarded for their patience. Because, after two hundred years, he found them. After two hundred years, Legolas joined his friends and father.

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A/N       Sounds good right? A happy reunion? Think again. This story is far from over. Legolas returns, but there has to be a catch. I will leave you scratching your heads and write the next chapter. But this will definitely mean angst for Thranduil. But not much. Barely any. I'm not that  mean. There will probably only be two or three more chapters. Love you all!!!!! As always, two comments for an update.