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Harry POV

I watch as Gandalf takes off with the eagles in search of the two missing Hobbits, only turning around to help the others once the Istari is out of sight. We are gathering up the men who have assisted us. We are tending to the fallen and injured, before being able to go back to Minas Tirith. The image was difficult to look at, one that would haunt me, but it's one I had to deal with nonetheless. Men were huddled together in groups, puddles and smeared blood mixed with grime and mud everywhere I look. There were missing limbs, limp bodies, and broken weapons scattered around the focus, unfortunately, is not with the fallen, but with those who need immediate medical attention.

Using the few healing spells that I know, as well as the nature surrounding us, I help as much as I can. Mostly, I am staunching blood loss and wrapping the stumps of those that survived the ordeal of having limbs removed.. Gandalf never returns to the group, so the assumption is that he is still trying to locate Sam and Frodo. I still can't sense three of them, the worry tensing my shoulders and wand movements. I don't relax, not until Legolas walks over and places a hand on my shoulder.

"We are just about to leave, once you've finished up here, Harry? I just - it's going to be okay." Legolas' cheeks are dusted pink as he tries to think of what to say. He is unsure while in front of others, and I can only smile faintly at him.

"Yeah, I'm done, let's go," I say. Turning to the man I had just been wrapping a nasty gash for, I ask, "Can you stand?"

"Yes, thank you." The male nods, unsteadily getting to his own feet and heading towards the waiting group.

We are soon on our way to Minas Tirith and we arrive barely ten minutes later. To our surprise, Gandald had also returned, a mere half an hour before.

"Are they...?" Aragorn cuts himself off, not willing to finish the thought, or ask the question.

Gandalf's grave expression wasn't promising. He sighed, nodding towards a nearby room. "Alive, yes, but they are injured. I got to them just in time," Gandalf says heavily. "You should go to rest and eat. Sam and Frodo will likely sleep for the day and night."

We all nod, leaving for the kitchens, Legolas remaining beside me as Aragorn and Gimili take the lead. Merry and Pippin are the only ones that do not come with us, they refuse to leave their friends, and so Aragorn promises to bring them food.

I reluctantly follow. Legolas' gaze barely leaves me as though a question was burning inside of him. I am afraid to talk to the Elf, unsure of how the conversation about our feelings might go - if that is even what he wants to talk about. I know that I love him, and would gladly spend the rest of my life with him… but would he?

I heave a sigh, sitting at the nearest empty seat, staring down at the dark wood of the table. I am distantly wondering at the lack of food appearing from the kitchens? Where are the house elves working? Then a tapping on my shoulder brings me quickly out of the exhaustion-induced daze. Aragorns' concerned face coming into focus, Legolas beside him holding two plates of food.

"Ah, sorry. Guess I forgot where I was for a moment. Thanks for bringing me a plate, Legolas."

"You just concerned us, is all, Harry. Eat, then go get some rest. Both of you." Aragorn says, quickly leaving the room after.

Legolas grips my hand in his for a few seconds, then letting go to eat his own food.

"I agree with Aragorn, Harry. Everything else can wait until later. For now, eat, okay?" His voice is soft, helping me relax slightly.

I nod, bringing a piece of fruit up to take a bite. We spend the rest of the meal in a comfortable silence. After the meal, we find the room we were allowed to borrow and curled up together, falling into a blissfully blank sleep.

"Where's Aragorn been lately? I've hardly seen him around." I ask, the question has been bugging me for the past three days as things settle down around us. We hadn't yet had this conversation yet, due to being otherwise distracted with the war ending. Since the Fellowship is still at Minas Tirith, resting it seems like a good time to ask about Aragorn's absence.

"He is getting prepared to take the throne of Gondor. He will be distracted for some time," Legolas responds as he inspects his arrows for damage.

He looks up at me then, a strange emotion in his gaze as he speaks. "What is it that you plan to do now, Harry? Are you going back to the other world you came from?"

"I…" My voice trailed off, looking away when my chest tightens. What am I going to do now? I want to stay here with Legolas, but…

'Oh honestly Harry, where has your Gryffindor courage gone? He obviously feels the same about you, you already know this. Just say something! He's not going to say no.' I hear Hermione berating me, the sound of her imaginary voice making me flinch. I continue to hesitate despite her tone due to worry and a sudden spark of uncertainty, only Legolas takes the silence as something else and sighs heavily as he gets up.

"I see, well it makes sense, I suppose. You probably want to return there now that the war here is over."

In my panic I stand up, and there is a rush to my head as I grab onto Legolas' sleeve and pull him down with me. Landing with a harsh thump, I realize I'm practically straddling him - Legolas' eyes are wide, filled with shock for a few seconds, but then they close, and as they open a cloud of indifference fills them instead. I steel myself, not wanting to risk him leaving again.

I take a deep breath and begin talking, "Look, I'm not good at this. I never have been. We have been travelling together for almost a year now, and I'm definitely closer to you than anyone else here in Arda. No one else knows about Death, or me being the Master of Death. No one knows that I am incapable of dying. No one else knows I can speak to snakes. No one else knows as much about my past as you do. No one knows me like you do. Back where I come from, everyone died. I don't want to go back and don't plan on ever doing so.

"That means that I'm here, for good. And if I can spend that time with someone, I'd rather it be with someone that I … love." I paused, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I want to spend that time with you, Legolas. I love you. So don't you dare walk away without letting me explain. Maybe things have moved too quickly, but for me it feels like it's been a decade since getting here and meeting everyone, especially you.

"But all I needed to fall in love with you was that first glance; when you found me meditating under that Cypress tree. I would like to think my friends would wholeheartedly approve of you being the one to help me from falling farther into the darkness."

By the time I finished talking, my chest was shaking with each inhale and exhale. My nerves were on edge as I waited for a response. As I looked into Legolas' eyes once more, the indifference was gone; it was replaced with happiness, love, and something inherently soft and gentle.

"We should go to Mirkwood when we leave here, so that my father can meet you, my love," Legolas says softly, a hand gently brushing against my cheek before settling there.

I smile, leaning down to capture his lips with my own in a gentle kiss, my heart fluttering when his move gently against my own.

3 PPOV

A week after Harry's confession, Frodo had finally woken. Everyone from the Fellowship had been tended to, and finally were back in good health. The day after Frodo woke, Harry sought him out, finding the Hobbit sitting alone by a tree.

"Frodo, do you mind if I join you?" Harry asked, sitting down as Frodo nods with a small smile.

"How are you feeling?"

Frodo looks up at Harry, considering the question, humming faintly, he replied, "Good, considering."

Harry simply nods, understanding the burden that Frodo had had to bear and the pain of being the one bearing it.

"I figured as much. But now you can choose what to do with the rest of your life. You don't have the Ring hovering over you anymore. However, I feel it necessary to remind you that Sam, Merry and Pippin are always going to be your friends and you should do your best to not shut them out." Harry spoke from experience. He understands what it is like, having a huge burden on your shoulders and not knowing what to do afterwards - not having someone ask what you want to do with the rest of your life. However, it's also easy to forget that those who stuck by are still there during the darker days after everything that's happened. "Keep them close, Frodo, and let them keep you on your feet. They care a great deal for you and I know that you do for them. Legolas and I will visit as often as we can." Harry smiled, looking up at the blue sky devoid of clouds.

"Thanks, Harry. I will certainly do my best. It's hard though, you know?" The question was rhetorical, but Harry nodded all the same.

Seeing the others approaching, and knowing that Frodo, being the hero of this war would have many other visitors, he got up to leave. Before walking away from the Hobbit, he smiled and replied, "I know."

It was time for Aragorn to be crowned. He was the rightful King of Gondor, Harry couldn't help but repeatedly gaze around the huge crowd in search of Legolas. He had disappeared some time ago without much explanation. All Harry had to go on was the promise that he was going to return before the announcements were made. The time had come,but there was still no sight of the Elf.

It wasn't until Arwen approached Aragorn, now King of Gondor, and was swept up into a passionate kiss, that Harry finally saw him. Harry had to stop mid-step, as he almost lunged towards him.

Dressed in new robes fit for a Prince, Legolas was absolutely stunning. Harry could barely get a word out, let alone finish walking towards the Elven Prince. Harry is brought out of his stupor when Legolas fauntly chuckles in his ear, his breath gently caressing the side of his neck.

"I'm back, Harry," Legolas whispers, hands landing on Harry's hips.

"Finally," Harry manages to whisper in turn.,

Harry pulls Legolas into a kiss just as passionate as Aragorn and Arwen's, if not more so. The cheering around them intensifies, but they are content to block out the noise. Leaving, so it's just the two of them, together.

As Harry and Legolas travel Arda, Harry draws upon his memories from before he arrived there. The first picture he ever did was of his best friends; Ron and Hermione, showing it to Legolas and telling the Elf everything he could about the two. It continued from there, every happy memory that Harry had of the wizarding world. As they grew closer and Harry knew he had to share more, he drew some of the not so happy memories such as his time living in the cupboard under the stairs. They laughed and cried together over each one.

Then Harry told Legolas about his parents, what he knew of them, and Voldemort's role in the war and the end of his old life. There were a few things Harry knew for sure; he was home with someone he loved, and being the Master of Death isn't so bad after all. Especially since it helped him find true happiness, in the arms of Legolas Greenleaf.

At least, until the next big adventure, if there ever was one.