I awoke to commotion outside my small cottage in the village. But I didn’t want to go and see. I’d lost hope long ago that anyone would come. Aragorn and Arwen came. Well, they were escorted. The Valar had given them good graces and let them stay with us Elves and be young with us forever here in Valinor. I’d lost hope that Tinaraviel would come. So many ships had come, and she and Eldarion were on none of them. It weighed my heart. I couldn’t go today. I hadn’t gone to the docks for the past 30 years. My father and mother came to my door to try and take me with them. But like every other time for the past 30 years, I declined. I could see the worry written on their faces, but they went on their way. I closed my door and waited to hear everyone coming back. Instead of a large group going past my home, there was one person knocking on my door. I opened up to see Arwen.

        “Arwen?” I said dumbly, shocked to see someone at my door.

        “Legolas, you have to come down to the docks,” Arwen panted, as if she’d run all the way here.

        “Why?” I asked as she grabbed my hand and began to pull me along.

        “You’ll see.”

        We ran down the hill toward the docks. She pulled be so hard I thought she would pull me over and send us rolling down the hill. As we made it about half way down the hill, I saw a young woman break from the crowd and run toward us.

        “Ada!” she screamed.

        I stopped in my tracks, making Arwen stumble and release my arm. I saw tears running down the young woman’s face.

        “Tinaraviel…”

        Tears began to fall down my cheeks as well. She’d called me Ada. I thought my heart would burst. She ran into me and I caught her; we wrapped our arms around each other. She was trembling and crying tears of joy. But I sobbed sadly. She didn’t deserve me as a father. I’d kept it a secret from her. She was better off with Aragorn and Arwen. She pulled away and locked her joyful eyes with my melancholy ones. Her gaze became troubled.

        “Ada, lle tyava quel? {Father, do you feel well?}” Tinaraviel asked, lifting a hand to my cheek.

        I sighed through my tears, “I am no father pen-neth {young one}. I could not even tell you who I was. Who you were, in a sense. I am not worthy of the love you give me.”

                Tinaraviel kissed away my tears, “Amin mela lle, Ada. {I love you, Father.} Nothing can change that. I know why you didn’t tell me. I don’t care. I love you.”

        I scooped her up in my arms and held her tight.

        “I love you, too, Tinaraviel.”

        Life was good after that. We lived together in our small cottage and it was a loving home. Aragorn and Arwen lived right next door with Eldarion and he and Tinaraviel spent a fair amount of time in both houses. I suppose I was just glad to have my daughter back – as my daughter.

                                                                I Meth {The End}

A/N     Hope you guys liked it. It's done and I will now put most of my focus into The Wood Elf and the Peredhil, which is a story about Legolas and Elladan. I hpoe you all will check it out. Luv ya! Byes.