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Farewell to Mirkwood
The evening was quiet on our fourth night in Imladris. The moon glowed full, completely opposite to when Vorladien and I fled Lorien. Inside our secluded room, I sat at a small table, my only lighting, a single candle that stood mere inches from my hand. In our large, bed, Vorladien rolled over in her sleep, clutching the pillow where my head would have been warmly, whimpering and cooing quietly to herself. I would return to bed soon, there was just something I needed to do first. Pulling out a quill, ink and some parchment, I began to write:

To my father,

It has been almost 70 years since I was home. I miss the woods, the palace, the mountains, the Forest River. You have me betrothed, I know, to a woman I know little about. I am sure your intentions are well, getting me to marry as you have attempted and marry I shall, but not to her. My path lies now with the Daughter of Lorien, Vorladien. I love her intensely father, as I have for centuries now, unbeknowst to you and the rest of Mirkwood. I returned from my duties as prince for one reason only: To be with her. I know that as soon as I set foot in your wood, that I shall forever be seperated from the woman who has given me love, caring, joy, and eventually, a child of my own. We have not married yet, and this child is, by your disgusting definitions, "unnatural". My life has started anew, Father, with or without your support.

Sighing, I looked over at Vorladien. She was still fast asleep, her face illuminated a soft amber from the fire of the candle. I turned back to the letter:

So, I give to you this proposition: Either you drop this ridiculous endeavor of forcing me to marry a woman that I have never met much less love or you must find yourself a new heir, for I will not return to the Woodland Realm without my true wife and my child by my side. I am sorry, Father, that things had to come to this and I hope that you understand that you can not put a title on love. I can not leave her again. I will die, or at least wish to. An eternity of misery is not a price I wish to pay to be the heir of your kingdom.

With that, I leave you with these words: I have always respected your decisions, even if I didn't agree with them. This is just another such occasion. Perhaps your choice would have been easier, more convient, better, but this "mistake" that I am making is one that I will ne'er leave nor stop loving. I love you, Father, and I do hope our paths cross soon.

Your son in the Wild,

~~Legolas~~

I sealed the envelope slowly, stamping it closed. I stared at it for a long time then. What are you doing?? I kept asking myself, but my answer was given as I looked over my shoulder into the listless face of my sleeping wife. Getting up from my seat, I grabbed my robes and quietly as a soft wind, I slipped from the room, closing the door silently behind me.

At the gates of Imladris stood a lonely messenger. I reached him and handed him the note. "This letter must reach Thranduil of Mirkwood immediately!" I demanded. The messenger nodded in adknowledgement then, attaching the note to a great hawk, sent it flying into the night sky. I was suddenly filled with a small sting of sadness overcame me. I knew that from this point on that I was no longer the son of Mirkwood, for in my fathers eyes, I would no longer be the son of Thranduil.

Goodbye, my father... May the future treat you kindly and happiness find you as it has found me.... Farewell