[LEGOLAS POV]

"My eyes!" 

Leane exclaimed in horror when she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The lady that had helped her bath earlier looked at her with surprise as she helped Leane to comb her hair, but said nothing. I smiled and put a comforting hand on Leane's shoulder.

"'Tis due to your magic exertion, melleth nin. Lord Elrond said that it will fade with time as your hroa (body) regain strength," I told her, smiling down at her through the mirror.

"I look frightening, don't I?" she asked me in a small voice.

"You look beautiful still, my love," I told her smiling widely.

Indeed, she was a beauty to behold. She was wearing a light pale pink dress that was revealing her shoulder slightly. Its edge was rimmed with silver embroidery. A white tree symbol was sewn into the front of her silky dress.

However her skin still looked pale, although it was better than yesterday. I had hoped that she will look healthier in the morning, but she didn't.

I still yet had to figure out what caused her ailment.

"No wonder people were glancing at me with odd looks yesterday... I think it will be best for me to not wander around and stay in the room," she said, ignoring my compliment.

"Nonsense," I replied bluntly, "Why hide such beauty from the world when you can show them off? Besides, you promised to have breakfast with me in the dining hall, remember?"

Leane sighed and opened her mouth to object, but I shook my head.

"I will not take no for an answer. You promised," I replied stubbornly, giving her a pointed look. "Will you let me eat alone in the dining hall? I've missed your company," I added with a plea.

Leane's eyes softened and small smile tugged at her lips upon hearing my soft plea. Ever the selfless one, she finally nodded at me through the mirror. 

A pang of guilt hit me upon forcing her my way to go out unwillingly, yet I hid it well and gave her a wide grin in return. Lord Elrond had told me that confinement would make her condition worse than better. I had to keep her mind off of her own.

The servant lady cleared her throat and excused herself. I almost forgotten that she was still in the room. We thanked her and I nodded before the Gondorian lady curtsied and left.

"Shall we go too?" I grinned as I offered her my arm. "The others would be thrilled to see you."

"The others?" she asked, a blank look on her pretty face.

"Aye. Gandalf, Aragorn, Gimli. The hobbits," I told her excitedly.

"They're here?" she asked flatly.

My smile faltered. The look on her face was blank at the mention of the other Fellowship members. Her eyes dulled as I saw a pained look that swam in her eyes. It worried me.

She smiled in a comforting manner as she saw my troubled face. Yet her smile didn't reach her eyes. I grabbed her neck gently to put a kiss on her lips, and startled her. She tensed briefly before relaxing and kissed me back. I was slightly disappointed to find that her lips was still as cold as yesterday.

I pulled away to look at her face, expecting to find the rosy blush that she usually had everytime I startled her with a kiss, but again, I was disappointed. 

I missed seeing those beautiful blush on her cheeks again. That moment I had made it my mission to make her blush very soon.

We walked to the dining hall, and was met with envy looks from men that passed us. Some fixed their eyes on Leane as she walked, lost in her thoughts. I clenched my jaw in anger and glared at the men who dared stare at her in shameless want. They averted their eyes and I snorted inwardly. I was contemplating the idea to just have breakfast in her room, but I knew better. 

I pulled up a chair and let her sit, before taking a seat next to her.

"Leane!" exclaimed Gimli and we both turned our eyes to find Gimli and Estel smiling broadly at us.

"Bless you, lassie! I'm so glad you are alright. You scared us endlessly, you know that?" Gimli said as he hugged her.

If it was any other male that hugged her like that, I would have kill that man, but Gimli and Estel were like brothers to me and Leane.

"Gimli..."

Leane was staring intently at the dwarf, a look of disbelief and confusion etched on her face yet a ghost of grief was seen in her bluish eyes.

"I'm here, lass," said Gimli softly to Leane.

Estel exchanged a worried look with me. Now he saw how unnatural was the way Leane behaving; she wasn't herself and it worried us. The Leane that we knew would hug us in a death grip upon seeing us after a moment of separation, especially after war. But something had changed her; it was as if she wasn't even sure that her friends were all here in front of her. 

Estel knelt in front of her and took her hand in his. He froze briefly, I assumed because of the coldness of her hand, before smiling up at her fondly to cover up his surprise. "How are you faring, mellon nin?" he asked softly.

"I... I uh... You're alive," Leane answered in confusion and disbelief.

Now Gimli was glaring at me, shooting me a look that demands for an explanation. I could only sigh in reply.

"Aye, mellon, we are all here alive and well. And we have to thank you as well for that," Estel answered comfortingly. "I know what you did back on the battlefield."

Leane flinched at the latter part of Estel's speech, almost as if horrified before she recovered and stuttered, as if hiding something.

"I-I didn't fail?" she asked him as if in a trance, still staring at Estel as if he was one of the undead.

The three of us threw glances at each other, unsure how to respond to her question.

"Failed at what, Leane?" asked Estel.

She opened her mouth to answer but seemed unable to form any words. Whatever was her answer might be the key that would explain her ailment. But I could tell that she wasn't ready.

I smiled at her knowingly and brought her hand to my face and kissed it. At the moment I care not about what people think of me as I openly showed my affection at the woman I love.

"That will make a story for another time. I am sure you are famished," I said cheerfully to Estel who quickly nodded and Leane smiled at me gratefully.

Estel and Gimli sat in front of us and we talked as we enjoyed our breakfast, the three of us silently agreed to steer clear from any heavy conversation that leads to the  recent war, putting an effort to make Leane as comfortable as we could.

She smiled and chirped into the conversation once in a while, but it didn't escape my eyes that grief and confusion still clouding her mind for some reason I didn't understand yet. By the look of it, seemed that Gimli and Estel had taken notice of it as well.

Afterwards I brought Leane to meet Gandalf and Pippin who were sitting beside Merry's sleeping body in the healing room. Pippin looked uneasy and worried at the look of Leane's expression and her unusual demeanor. Gandalf smiled and talked to her warmly, but I could see concern and knowing look behind his eyes.

Lord Elrond and my adar were in the study room of Minas Tirith, both elf were talking in Quenya as we entered.

The lird of Rivendell smiled warmly and stood, welcoming both of us, as my adar kept sitting in the corner of the room, his crystal blue eyes filled with curiosity.

"Please, sit, Leane," said Lord Elrond softly as he gestured for her to sit in a chair that he just pulled up for her.

To our surprise Leane moved forward to hug Lord Elrond, who was stunned for a moment before retuning her hug warmly and a fatherly smile graced his expression.

"I've missed you, Lord Elrond. I'm glad you're here," she said in a small voice.

"Me too, young one. Me too," the Rivendell elf replied with a warm smile, helping her sit. I couldn't help but smile at their exchange.

Somehow Leane had captured the hearts of everyone around her, and I could see that the Lord of Imladris had looked at her like one would at his own child.

Nevertheless, I noticed the way Lord Elrond's smile vanished in an instant as he clasped her hands in his. A stunned expression replaced his warm one, before it turned serious. To common eyes, they will only see seriousness out of his expression, but being a better judge of people's emotion, I could see sadness behind his eyes.

Leane didn't seem to be aware of his emotion. I wondered why all this day she kept her wall up and never let go. She had been denying her gift. It was as if she was afraid of people's emotions, including mine.

"Your hands are cold," Elrond finally said. "The life of the Eldar is leaving you," he concluded grimly.

"Eldar?" she asked.

"You are not an elf, but the Infinity ring gives you immortality. The same life of the Eldar that has kept us elves alive for millennia runs in your veins."

Leane frowned, but understanding dawned across her expression.

"You are fading, Leane Andrews," Lord Elrond announced in a foreboding tone. I had heard it before, but that didn't mean that it didn't sent chill to my spine.

Leane's eyes widened in alarm at the revelation. She let out a nervous laugh when she spoke.

"Fading?" she asked in disbelief and cringed.

"I saw grief in your eyes, the kind I saw in my late wife and daughter's," said Elrond with a pained eyes. "Tell me Leane, what grieved you? Your friends are here, alive and well, yet you could not see past the war to see it."

Leane flinched at Lord Elrond's blatant observation. Her eyelids reddened but no tears were falling. My first instinct everytime I saw her like this was to shield her from whatever causing her turmoil: that was, at the moment, taking her away from Lord Elrond. But I knew this was necessary. I forced myself to stand my ground, stopping myself from going to her and comfort her.

I felt a pair of eyes boring into my skull and I caught my adar staring at me intently, his face unreadable. I ignored him and focused on Leane. He could say anything that troubled his mind later, and whatever it was it won't change my resolve and love for the woman sitting in front of me.

"It must be such a weight, the burden of fate," Lord Elrond continued softly, "Yet you have to look past all darkness that comes with it, and hold on to the good. Let it become your anchor. Find your strength back, do not let darkness consume you."

Leane was silent, but I could see that she was digesting Lord Elrond's words.

The elf then smiled warmly again as he produced a small jar from under his robe's sleeve and put it in her hands, then looked at me as he spoke.

"It's tea. Brew it everytime before she goes to sleep, it will ward off dreams from her sleep."

I nodded, thankful for his consideration. I did not know how Lord Elrond knew about it, but true enough, nightmare had been tormenting her in her sleep. She had been waking up screaming in fear for multiple times in one night, causing her to wake up in the morning more fatigued than rested.

"You want to drug me," Leane said in wonder and slight distaste. Lord Elrond lifted an eyebrow as if in challenge, but a slight humor twinkled in his eyes.

"Aye. I will make sure Legolas see to it that you drink the tea, or else I would come and see to it myself."

Leane's eyes widened at his threats and she nodded. I grinned remembering the same expression on her face when the healer lady in Edoras scolded her.

On my peripheral vision I saw my adar's light amusement and I cleared my throat, drawing everyone's attention to me.

"Leane, I want you to meet someone," I told her and she looked at my adar, looking like she just realized he was there all the time. Then she smiled at him and bowed her head in acknowledgement.

"Oh, we've met," said my adar in a nonchalant tone, looking at her intently. "Though I haven't got the chance to introduce myself properly since the lady passed out before I do."

My adar spoke in a way that I did not see coming. He was teasing her. My jaw dropped at the sight of his slight smirk. Leane blushed in embarrassment and looked down, my jaw dropped even further.

These last two days I had set my heart to make efforts to make her blush to no avail, yet she blushed right away at my adar's simple words. Annoyance filled me as I looked at Leane's face. I frowned, though silently I was happy to see that rosy shade on her face again.

My adar snorted almost inaudibly, to which Leane didn't catch but I and Lord Elrond did. We turned our heads to look at my adar who smirked at me. Smugly.

My adar read me like an open book and I felt heat crept up my neck, much to my dismay, realizing my adar's teasing expression at me. Lord Elrond tried to bite amusement from showing in his face, and Leane was looking at him in confusion.

"I am Thranduil, King of Mirkwood of Woodland Realm, father of Legolas."

Now it was Leane's turn to drop her jaw in disbelief. Her eyes widened in shock as she glanced back and forth between me and my adar. 

"My lord, I am so sorry for the trouble I caused you yesterday. I didn't even recognize you. Sorry," she said apologetically, referring to her passing out in front of my adar.

"'Tis no problem, lady Leane. Now I know what ailed you, I feel relieved to see that you are getting better," he answered, his eyes flickered to me briefly, "You will."

The tone in my adar's voice was uncharacteristically... kind and considerate. He even smiled at Leane who smiled politely in return.

"Please call me Leane, my lord."

My adar smiled at me, his eyes softened.

"Leane. Now if you'll excuse me, my lady, may I borrow my son for a minute or two?" he asked her.

Leane looked at me, a slight panic passed her eyes and I placed a hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

"I will be with you in a few minutes, melleth nin."

Leane nodded slowly before exiting the room with Lord Elrond, who raised his brows in surprise at my endearing nickname at her. 'Tis about time for me to show that my heart had been taken by her. 

My adar smiled knowingly at me and spoke as soon as the door was closed.

"You love her," he began.

"Aye, adar. I love her with all my heart. I was hoping that after seeing her, you will grant me your blessings to take her hand in marriage," I asked him, hopeful.

"The first time I hear that you fall in love with a mortal, I did not approve. I was afraid you fell for her merely because of her beauty alone."

Adar turned to look at me and continued, "But upon seeing the way you two looked at each other, it reminded me a lot of the way I was looking at your naneth," he reminisced with a smile, yet grief passed through his expression before it disappeared again. 

"What you feel is true and I can see that you have developed a soul tie to this woman, one that even I cannot break," he said, stopping his pacing and turned to look me in the eyes.

​"You have my blessings, ion nin (my son)." 

My heart soared at hearing my adar's blessings and I moved forward to embrace him. I felt my him smile and clapped me on my back as I thanked him.

"Hannon le, adar. Hannon le. You have no idea how much your blessings meant for me. I was afraid that you will not approve," I confessed, "'Tis not always easy for you to approve a lot of things."

I pulled away to see my adar looked at me with humor in his icy blue eyes.

"If I do not give you my blessings, you will surely leave Mirkwood and marry her anyway. I intend on keeping you."

I laughed at him and nodded. This was exactly my plan, had he not give me his blessings to marry the woman I love. 

"Adar, all those time when I form close friendship to any female friends of mine, you had been strongly disapproved. Now when I told you I was going to marry a woman, one that isn't of our kind, I couldn't help but wonder why you did not show any resistance," I asked my him, curiosity peaked inside me.

"Because I was afraid that you might mistake friendship as love. 'T'was a mistake I have done myself before I met your naneth. I broke a good friend's heart when I turned to marry the woman I love. Now you know why I tried so hard to separate you from Tauriel."

I nodded in understanding. Adar never mentioned anything about this before. Little did I know that he was protecting me from my own feelings. Sometimes his indifference and cold facade made it easier to overlook his kindness and protectiveness towards the ones he care about.

"Thank you, adar," I thanked him genuinely. "Though if Tauriel were still around, I believe she must like Leane as well very much."

Years ago, Tauriel had fallen in love with the dwarf, Kili, for some reason I could not understand. I did now. This was why people said that love knows no boundaries.

When the dwarf was killed in battle, Tauriel grew bitter and started to fade out of her grief. I had to send her to sail to the west before she completely disappear, and lost a dear friend that day. It was one of the reasons why I resented dwarves– that, until now that I befriended Gimli.

My adar smiled in regret at the mention of Tauriel. "Go now, ion nin. I am sure your lover is already anxious to meet you again. I shall meet Eomer soon to see the preparation of Theoden King's burial."

"Aye, adar. I will see you tonight at the dining hall," I replied with a smile before bowing my head and retreated from the study.

***

[LEANE POV]

You'd think that an elven tea would taste heavenly; it didn't. It smelled bad, like a brewed grass or spinach. I wanted so bad to spill it somewhere when Legolas wasn't looking. But he watched me like a hawk as I sipped the tea. He knew I hated this kind of potion or drink. I had been drinking this awful tea for like four, five days now, and I couldn't wait for the tea to run out.

As if reading my mind, Legolas smirked at me with that boyish smirk that I liked so much on him. I sighed; there goes my chance of not drinking this horrible tea.

I put the cup on the table beside my bed, telling him I was done, but Legolas peeked at it and saw that I only drank two third of my tea.

"Finish the tea, melleth nin," he ordered in a soft, but stern voice.

Since when did he become so bossy? I wanted to retort but he spoke first.

"Leane? If you don't, I will make you," he said in a playful tone still smirking, but upon seeing the seriousness in his icy blue eyes, I knew it was an order. Now I truly saw how much alike he and Thranduil was.

I still wanted to rebel. I grew sick of drinking this tea everyday and it was my life– I drink what I want. I moved to open my mouth when he gave me his attractive lopsided smile, but something in his eyes looked somehow sad.

I closed my mouth and inhaled shakily. I regretted the previous plan I had in my head and took the teacup without words, swallowing the awful tea thickly and looked intently at the cup in front of my lips. I hated the way people looked at me these days. I know something was wrong with me, but I couldn't help it.

But was I really fading? Dying? That didn't make any sense.

True, I felt extreme fatigue these days since I woke up. Was this how fading felt like to elves? 

I knew I was definitely stressed out. Again, I couldn't help it. How could I not? I killed people, not just beastly orcs. I even looked into their eyes as I took their lives. I felt what they feel as they breathed their last. Some feared death; some had unfinished business and was unwilling to go. But the worst of them all was the ones who were actually at peace with death, as if knowing that that day was going to be their last– with me as the adversary of death itself.

It was horrible. I was horrible.

I killed so many that day; I took out several Oliphaunts, along with their human riders.

I killed innocent, pure creature that took a hit for me when I was unaware of an incoming attack. I ended my own horse, precious Bella that Legolas gave to me. I felt her suffering as she begged for the pain to stop. I felt her loyalty and surrender to me as I slit her throat.

What kind of monster could even do that?

My eyes started to sting and I blinked it away furiously. Legolas was still watching me, so I faked a cough to cover up the slip of emotion. I just didn't want to see his pained eyes anymore. In fact, I didn't want to feel ever again. It was horrible.

Legolas took the cup from my hand silently as I finished and set it on the table.

"Thank you," I said to him and he answered by pulling me into a warm and lovely embrace that I knew I didn't deserve.

A wave of guilt came back rushing through me again. I wanted so bad to tell him what I did and then beg for his forgiveness, expressing how very sorry I was that I killed the innocent horse that he gave me and beg him so that maybe he won't leave me.

But I couldn't. I was too selfish for that. He will definitely leave me if he finds out. All this time he never asked of Bella, he only knew that the poor horse was killed in battle. He will be disgusted of me if he finds out what I did. Heck, I was disgusted of myself already.

I pulled away and smiled at him briefly before turning my back at him to slid into the blanket.

"Something is eating at you," said Legolas out of the blue.

My breath hitched. He knew. Oh my gosh, he knew I was hiding something from him. Oh God.

"You can tell me anything, Leane. I promise that I will not judge you," he said softly. "Maybe if you talk about whatever is bothering you, it will somehow lighten your burden."

I was about to object and act nonchalant about it, but then I saw his icy blue orbs that were boring into my soul. He knew me well like an open book, it was utterly useless trying to lie to him.

"It's not about that, Legolas," I told him shakily. "You don't want to hear any of it. Trust me."

"Try me," he replied flatly. His eyes trained on me as he sat beside me on the bed.

I couldn't bring myself to tell him. If I do he will definitely leave me forever and I couldn't bear the thought.

"You promised me that you will tell me if anything ever bothers you. Don't you trust me, my love?" he asked as his eyes grew saddened.

It pained me to see that he thought I didn't trust him.

"I trust you. I just..."

"Then tell me. Help me understand what you feel right now," he begged me as he toom my hands and kissed my fingers. His eyes were pleading at me; desperation swam in his blue orbs.

I fought myself to hold back the tears that I had been holding. Now I was left immensely conflicted when I saw the desperation in his eyes.

"Do you not trust me?" he repeated again pleadingly.

Oh shit. How could I hold the truth from him any longer? He deserved to know what happened after everything that he had done for me.

"I–You need to know about, um..."

I stuttered, raking my brain on how to put my thoughts into words. I fidgeted and was silent as I gather my mind. Being a good listener that he was, Legolas waited patiently for me to continue.

"On the battlefield, I was concentrating on taking down the Oliphaunts. I was crouching on the ground," I said with a pause. 

"Eomer was covering my back, fighting enemies that came my way. But soon he was too preoccupied with several enemies at once.

At that time a man was coming from my blindside to attack me. I should've died there on the spot, had it not for Bella that stood up for me.

She kicked the man back, alerting me of his presence, but the man threw his blade at the poor horse," I stopped for a while, warily searching for any response in Legolas' eyes, but found nothing.

"Anyway, I killed that man and went back to focus on the Oliphaunt, but soon the undead finished it off, so I went to check on Bella," I continued as my words started to waver.

I rubbed my face in distress and pulled my knees up to my chest. Fear crept inside me, slithering and wrapped my heart in its cold fingers as I spoke.

"I looked at her wound. It was bad. I swear to you, I swear, she was in pain and she was suffering. I had no choice. I couldn't let her suffer too long. So I took my sword and..." 

I began to weep and my breathing went ragged.

Legolas moved to embrace me but I pushed him away gently, shaking my head.

"There's more..." 

Tears started to flooded my face as I looked away in shame, unable to meet his eyes.

"I let Theoden King die. I-I could've saved him but I didn't. I chose not to," I cried into my hands, "...because I needed Eowyn to kill the Ringwraith!"

I cried in my hands. This time Legolas didn't move to embrace me and I knew that I had lost him. I steeled myself and looked up at him, but my eyes were too blurred by my own tears to see his expression as I spoke. 

"I'm sorry Legolas. I am so sorry–"

Legolas arms suddenly encircled me and he cradled me like a child, bringing me onto his lap as I cried to his chest.

***

I woke up as sunlight seeped through the blinds in the room. I was surprised to see that I woke up still in Legolas arms, still cradled on his lap. 

My goodness, he cradled me like that the whole night. I didn't think he even slept. His eyes were tired and heavy with sadness as they gazed mine softly, a smile graced his lips.

"Good morning, Leane," he greeted me in a whisper.

"Morning," I croaked as he brushed my cheeks softly.

"You held me like this the entire night?" 

"Aye."

"I'm sorry, Legolas. You must be very tired right now," I said as I moved to get out of his embrace, but he held me.

"Nay! I am not tired at all. Elves do not need–"

"–sleep as much as humans," I cut him in a small voice. "I know."

Silence hung between us as we stare into each other's eyes. How could he still be able to look at me as if I was the most valuable thing in the world after knowing what I did? 

"You don't hate me? You don't even think of leaving me? Because if you do I will understand."

"Nonsense," he said sternly. "If anything I want to marry you so bad, right here, right now," he said with a smile.

I felt heat crept up my neck and burned my cheek. I frowned, not getting the way his logic works.

He smiled lovingly at me as he brushed my cheek.

"There it is, the rosy shade that I love the most. I thought I had lost my charm and you turned to take interest in my adar the other day when you blush at his words in the study room."

I chuckled and snorted at that. The thought was just too weird and ridiculous.

"You are a crazy elf," I told him almost inaudibly and he smirked before grabbing my neck and kissed me.

His lips grazed mine affectionately and I brought my hands to his silky hair and pulled at it gently. The kiss was heated, slow and agonizing, and I squirmed as he pressed his toned body to me. He flicked my lips with his tongue, asking for an entrance. I parted my lips obediently and let his tongue explored my mouth. Heat pooled on my lower stomach and I squirmed when our tongues tasted each other for the first time. A moan escaped Legolas' throat, stealing my breath away.

I forgot how to breath as fire liquid ran in my veins. We kissed and kissed as I started to feel lightheaded, until I gasped loudly, desperate for oxygen.

Legolas pulled away and looked at me in concern. "Are you alright, melleth nin?"

"Just forgot to breath," I replied in embarrassment and smiled. I exhaled. 

That was the most heated kiss I ever had with Legolas. I couldn't believe we just made out on the bed, in my room in the morning.

Legolas still looked at me in concern and I chuckled, kissing his nose. Only then concern left his expression as he pulled me and buried his face on my shoulder.

He kissed my cheek and whispered, "I love you."

My heart fluttered at his words and I felt tears welled up in my eyes, but I kept it from falling down.

"How could you still love me after what I've done?" I asked as I rested my head on his shoulder.

"How could I not? You were so brave to let the fate you know take its course, even if it hurt your conscience and cost you dearly."

I pulled away and looked at him in disbelief and confusion.

"What do you mean?" I asked, eager to understand the way of his mind processing things.

"Tell me about the vision you got that drove you into the battle."

At this point I didn't even bother to hide anything from him. I recounted the vision that I still remember vividly in my mind and he listened attentively to what I said. His eyes widened in shock when I told him about how Theoden King would die and how he said his last words after seeing Aragorn and Gimli's dead body in my vision.

"I just couldn't bear the thought of you leaving me. And Aragorn, Gimli... I was so scared of the thought of being left alone. It's selfish, I know," I said as I looked away in shame. "How is Eowyn?" I asked closing my eyes tightly as guilt came back rushing at me.

Legolas held my chin in his fingers to bring my face to look up.

"Open your eyes," he ordered and I was met with Legolas smiling face. He pecked my lips before saying, "You have saved my heart before and now I have found that you had saved my life too."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that. It did sound very good when he put it that way, but when I did it I was mostly thinking about myself and how it would feel to be left alone in Middle Earth.

"Like I said, you give yourself so little credit and you even think the worst about yourself," he added as he kissed my cheek. "You have to stop doing that and start listening to me, melleth nin."

I embraced him tightly and let the tears slid on my face as relief flowed through me. The burden that had weighed me down for so long now finally lifted off of my chest.

Now I understood what Lord Elrond had said few days ago. I had to look past the darkness and hold on to the good. Legolas' faith in me was the good that I had to hold on to. He was the anchor that I had been searching for.

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[Author's Note: Hey all, I have been wondering if this chapter was enough to make you cry? Lol 😂 Btw I promise you after this chapter there will be no cry baby PTSD Leane anymore (I think). Leave a comment below so I know what you think! Love y'all, precioussssss ♥️]