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And here is the wrap up. Hope you enjoy.

Epilogue

Bilbo stood with the Company and Gandalf as Thorin was crowned King Under the Mountain before the dwarves and Men, well two elves were there too but they were not there to represent their people. Cheers rang out as Thorin stood before the Throne in ceremonial armour and blue robes, crown upon his head and a nephew on either side. Secret amongst the Company was the fact that Fili should be entombed in stone beneath the mountain with his forefathers, not standing tall and strong beside his Uncle. Bilbo fingered the ring in his pocket, it had changed when Harry had grabbed it, it felt…lighter now. And it did more than make him invisible which was interesting. He'd been having fun finding out just what it could do now, walking through a locked door had been a shock though.

Hari…there was a gap in the Company now that could never be filled. Gandalf had looked so much older as he had joined them on Ravenhill, filled with utter sorrow as he said Hari was gone forever, power had a price and Hari had paid it to save them all. Gandalf had admitted Hari was the strongest of them all, that he wasn't technically an Istari, but that limits had been placed on and what he could do. By breaking those limits Hari had faced the consequences.

Legolas stood amongst the cheering crowd, clapping in support of the new King even as his mind whirled in shock and grief. Uirebon, Hari, was gone. His oldest friend and teacher would never again walk the paths of Middle Earth. Because of that he had forsaken the normal green he wore for clothes of black, his hair un-braided. Tauriel too was dressed in black, she had not truly known the Wizard but she would grieve him with her friend. The cloth had been found amongst the men of Laketown and she had paid a fair price from her limited funds for it before setting to work with needle and thread. She may be a warrior but that did not mean she had shunned the more traditional skills of a maiden. For one of the few times she had come of age she wore a dress in the traditional style of her people. The tunic and leggings Legolas wore were plain for one of his station but she had not had much time to adorn the outfit other than with some stitched elven protections. Neither knew what would happen next, they had disobeyed their King in remaining away so long. But Thranduil had betrayed everyone by once again not coming to the aide of the men and dwarves.

No one saw, felt or heard one other being watching the ceremony. Harry Potter watched his friends as Thorin was crowned, feeling proud but also sad. But it had been worth it. He had been allowed to serve as one of the Istari as long as he limited himself to their levels, by wiping out Sauron and the armies of evil he had broken the deal. But the people he cared about where safe so as far as he was concerned it was a good deal. Gandalf would be able to lead the remaining Istari, Thorin and his heirs would make good Kings and Legolas would also make a good King, far better than his cold hearted Father.

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Harry watched as Sigrid and Fili clasped hands before the hall filled with dwarves, men and a few hobbits. The two were dressed in finery and jewels, a light veil over Sigrid's hair as she smiled shyly at the dwarf. Thorin stood on the step above them, officiating the wedding between his heir and the Lady of Dale, joining the two kingdoms together.

Bard smiled as he watched his eldest child marry, hoping it would become a marriage of love. He knew she was friendly with Prince Fili and that was the only reason he had agreed to the match. He had still given her the final say and she had agreed to the marriage.

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Thorin stood once again in the throne room of Mirkwood but this time as honoured guest, not prisoner. He watched as Legolas ascended the stairs to sit upon the Throne. Instead of the crown his Father had worn he wore a simple circlet of interlaced silver to simulate branches woven together. He also wore green and black instead of the silvery grey colours his father had preferred, the black a mark of mourning still.

Legolas was young to be taking the Throne but Thranduil had failed his people and race too many times. The other Elven Realms had met together and then approached the Elves of Mirkwood who agreed once the full story was told and all had demanded Thranduil step down. He had refused but even his own son had called for it and that had been enough to get him to capitulate. No matter how frosty their relationship Thranduil did love his son and to have him so completely against him had hurt.

With Legolas as King the Elves pushed back the darkness, fighting hard until Mirkwood was once again the Greenwood. And they had help, remembering Hari's words Bilbo had remained, sending to the Shire for the more adventurous hobbits to come and help restore the lands on this side of the Misty Mountains. Many Took's and Brandybuck's had come and they had created two settlements, one on the plains before Erebor and another between Beorn's lands and the forest. Under their skilled hands the land thrived and the people prospered. A blushing Bilbo had been talked into accepting the title of Thain, even his Grandfather had sent a letter encouraging this. So now there were two Thain's, one in the Shire and one in the lands of Erebor.

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Harry smiled as he watched them, unseen, it was about time. With Legolas and Thorin standing in front of them Kili and Tauriel clasped hands. She was a vision in a gown of Elven finery, fiery hair brushed until it shown like silk flowing down her back. Kili had finally grown an actual beard, even if it was still rather short for a dwarf. In Bilbo's arms was a small hobbit, a faunt and a new orphan. Bilbo had taken his nephew, who was also his cousin, in without a second thought and tiny Frodo was a much loved child.

Fili and Sigrid stood before the two small thrones they used, a step down from the King's, their newborn daughter held securely in her Mother's arms. Dis stood with them, smiling softly at the sight of her youngest son marrying the Elf he loved, that had been a surprise but Kili had always been a free spirit. And with Legolas on the Throne is was a welcomed political marriage. Tauriel had no Royal lineage of any kind but she had been a Guard Captain and was considered a sister by Legolas.

Harry faded away totally and found himself once again amongst the Valar. He was not one of them, any more than he had been of the Istari. He was older than both. He truly was unique and alone. After so many millennia he was used to it. Garbed in black robes instead of the red the Company knew him in, after all wasn't Death always depicted in black? He would see all of the Company again one day, when their time came he would personally see to their Deaths. Being here now he knew how all would die and was relieved they would all live long, fulfilling lives before he came to collect them. Without Sauron's evil in the world they could truly know peace. And that was enough to make him content with his existence.

The End