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The Price (R)

28 February 2003 | 34809 words

Epilogue

It was the Eve of Midsummer. Barely two months had passed since the enemy had been overthrown. Gondor had its king now. Much had happened, many a battle fought, many a life lost, sorrow and despair had clung about the land and its people for many years. But now, joy and good tidings had returned to the once grim lands of the south. After all these years, finally an alliance had been forged to fight together the might of Sauron, and it had won. After all these years. Victory had been gained – at a cost, but victory nevertheless. Many who had helped gain it were not around to celebrate it, and those left behind were forced to mourn and rejoice alike.

On this eve, the city was suddenly thrown into a bustle of activity. Preparations for a great event were underway.

Under a sapphire blue sky, riders from the north headed towards the gates of Minas Tirith. He watched the procession from his position on the ramparts, a calm and composed demeanour showing nothing of what was going through inside. His heart nearly came to a standstill as he saw two riders who could only be the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood, upon their white steeds. And behind them, many of their folk followed, cloaked in grey, hair adorned with white gems, to be followed by the one for whom the preparations had been made. There was much awe among the onlookers at their first sight of the Evenstar, the lady who was to wed their king.

But to the dark haired grey-eyed Gondorian, standing on a rampart watching the procession, it was not her presence that was of interest. Instead his frantic eyes scanned the elves in front of her. Slowly methodically, he gazed at the top of the heads of each rider, hands clenched at his side, teeth clamped together, heart thudding steadily against his chest.

Then he let out a long, slow breath, and sagged back slightly against a wall. His mouth curved into a small, gentle smile. The sight below him filled his heart with a feeling he had not known for well nigh fourteen years now. After all these years, the promise had been kept. Words that had been left unsaid earlier could now be spoken, and pure love could finally be consummated.

Below him, one of the figures in grey glanced up, as though feeling the fire of the piercing gaze on him. Their gazes met, relief, joy, awe, remembrance all intermingling, and all underlain by a feeling of passionate love that had stood the test of time and distance.

Reunion was a very sweet feeling.

A/N once again–- As is obvious, this is definitely not movieverse :-) Being AU, it cannot exactly be bookverse, but it is definitely not movieverse either. Haldir can be presumed as very much alive at the end of the book since it does not state otherwise, so he is very much alive at the end of this fic.
Is anyone else alive? Ambiguous – put in your own interpretation :-)
Éowyn? Who Éowyn? This is a slash fic! :) Who went with the Fellowship? Boromir (yes, all that stuff is assumed to have occurred) Why not Faramir if he knew it meant meeting Haldir again? Because he knew no such thing. The dream said to go to Imaldris. Haldir never told them about Imaldris. Yes, my imagination works overtime :)
The ending might not be what everyone expected, but I do hope you like it, I could see no other ending possible. Feedback, as always will be much appreciated.
A huge thank you to everyone who has reviewed this, and to all the beautiful mails you have all been sending. That alone was enough to stretch what was meant to be 8 chapters into 12 + epilogue! Thank you again for liking this crazy product of my overactive imagination!

Minx

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