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The small thin shaft of moon light seems to stir something in side of me, something that I had thought to be dormant, long gone and very dead. I was wrong, oh so very wrong.

Aragorn's words seem to have lifted me, taken me almost back to how I should be and with the Owl and the moon, it is perfect. My song is back. I feel… almost alive again. The longing is still there if I search for it, but the other song seems to have patched over it, if that is the right connotation?

My heart is lighter than it has been for days and I find myself singing. As I sing the moon shines brighter and I can see the stars begin to shine. A silence seems to fall as if every living thing has been waiting for this and wants to be able to hear it. I am being romantic again.

Some say love it is a river,

That drowns the tender reed,

Some say love it is a razor

That leaves your soul to bleed,

Some say love it is a hunger,

An endless aching need

I say love it is a flower

And you its only seed

The air seems to shiver and this is so right. How could I think of leaving this, of leaving Estel, of leaving my friends? No, I want this, to be here to watch as Middle Earth reasserts itself and grows into the great world it will become.

I want to see Mirkwood as it regains its forest and its people, My people, come out from under the thrall of the shadow. No spider's, no Orcs and no Necromancer. For he his truly, truly gone.

Middle Earth can live again. Can grow and her peoples spread. I want to see this. I want to be here, to have Aragorn and Gimli at my side as we begin to return Gondor to the splendour of the past and look to the future.

For the first time since I heard that Gull Cry I no longer wish to be with them. It will never leave me, I know that, always I will feel it with in me, but I will be able to rule it rather than the other way around.

I have friends who will help me, friends who will stand by me and help me when I falter. Friends who even know watch me as I sing. Oh, yes I know they are there, have known since Aragorn joined me. I am blessed.

Aragorn. Estel, always he will be Estel to me. Hope, that was what Elrond named him and he was right. Aragorn is my hope; he is the bright star that shines even in the darkest of our hours. He is our smile and our laugh. The wonderfully playful spirit that will never diminish. My old and well loved friend. I have promised to stay until he leaves these mortal shores and I fully intend to keep that promise.

Gimli. My dear, dear Dwarf friend. How could we have been so hateful to each other at first? No, he has gone from a hated member of our party to a dear, dear friend. If it had not been for him I do not think I would have survived the three long days after Aragorn fell. No, he will always be a cherished friend. He has promised to show me the glittering caves, although I look forward to seeing them, I also fear it somewhat. Even now after all these years I still do not like caves.

Gandalf. Dear, dear Mithrandir. I have known him since I was an Elfling. I used to love to play with his beard as he sat and talked with my father of an evening. He has always been there, a staple as I grew. How many times has he arrived just at the right time? After my mother died, he and Elrond somehow managed to keep my father from fading. I was too young to really understand. I had been badly injured and almost died myself. I have them to thank for saving my wonderful, loving father. Gandalf will always have a part of my heart and I blamed myself when he fell with the Balrog as we travelled through Moria. Thank the Valor hew came back to us! He was sorely needed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking,

That never learns to dance

It's the dream afraid of waking,

That never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken

Who can not seem to give?

And the soul afraid of dieing

That never learns to live.

And on to my new and dearly loved friends. We have all learnt and grown over the last few months. For that I am also grateful.

Faramir, so unlike his brother and yet so alike as well. How could Denethor have treated his son like that? He could and would have killed him all because he was not Boromir. It still stuns me to think that if not for Gandalf and Pippin, he would not be celebrating with us. He is loyal to Aragorn and I think, no I know, that Aragorn will ask him to be his steward. He will also be a very good one. He will also make Eowyn a very fine husband. How can anyone miss that they love each other? They will marry and soon.

Eowyn. Dear, sweet wonderfully brave Eowyn. I shudder at the thought of what would have happened if Sauron had not been stopped. The thought of her with Wormtongue sends a shiver down my spine. She is too proud and loyal to have lasted long under his 'care'. I still smile at her crush on Aragorn; she never stood a chance against Arwen. I am glad that she and Faramir will marry. They make a very fine couple and with her links to Rohan, it will cement the bonds between the two lands. She also can be the only one to ever be able to boats of killing the Witch King of Angmar. They are the actions that legends are made of.

Eomer. Proud and haughty at first. Who can blame him after all that had happened before we met? We could have been spies for Sauron, although I was not best pleased at his words to Gimli. He is now a King in his own right and he will make a very, very good one, I have absolutely no doubt of that. I will never forget the look on his face when he realised that I was a Prince. He looked faintly green and for a minute after Gimli had told him of my heritage I though he was going to faint on the spot. He was loyal and stood with us at the black gate in the last battle of the war. I will always be proud to number him in amongst my friends.

And me? I look forward to seeing the trees grow again, to watch with pride as the White Tree of Gondor blooms and flowers once more. And it will both Aragorn and I will see to that. I look forward to seeing Arwen and the twins, two very old and wonderful friends. Elrond and Glorfindel. How many times have they pulled all four of us back from the brink of some disaster and then lecture us? Before defending me against my own beloved Adar as well.

Adar. How I long to see him, to see the proud twinkle in his blue eyes as he looks at me. I have missed him this last year, more than I would have thought possible. I would have been proud to fight alongside him once again as the darkness grew in strength. He is a proud and goodly King and I know he will accept Gimli without a word. It is the kind of Elf that he is. He may love his wine and have a reputation for loving nothing but baubles, wrongly so as well, but he is much loved. I have seen his supposed Room of Gems. It contains one, a picture of his family, my mother and I. He says that they are the only gems he needs. I love him.

The others have made it back to the door and are watching me. All is right with the world. All is as it should be.

When the night has been too lonely

And the road has been too long

And you think that love is only

For the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter

Far beneath the bitter snow,

Lies the seed that with the suns love

In the spring becomes a Rose.

Now Middle earth is celebrating. The heavens twinkle with the Silmarills and the stars that shine as if they are newly born. As I watch a large shooting star makes its way across the heaven. Yes. The world is as it should be celebrating its victory over evil.

I need to be with my friends, celebrating not here alone. I turn and see Aragorn's wide grin and it widens as he looks into my eyes and he can see the peace that I feel. Gandalf soon joins in and Gimli begins to chortle with relief, I think. I realise then that they have all been worried in their own ways. I am blessed.

I am home.

The End

Well every one this is it the last one of this story. Sad.

Watch out for A Wolf's Cry coming in the very, very near future.

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