"Where are we going?"
The moonlight made his blond hair look silver as he brought you outside, to a sight you did nog see often. The shadows enveloping Mirkwood looked almost natural in the dead of the night. You could close your eyes, forget about the darkness, and be back where you once grew up. The forests of Mirkwood.
"I've been losing so much sleep. I've been praying to the valar too much."
"About what, my king?"
Thranduil didn't say anything, turning around with a small white light in his hands. Elder magic? Or simply a candle you could not see? He didn't let you guess as he placed it on a branch above his head. He then looked upwards into the dark abyss of night. His response was one he kept to himself 'how to confess'.
"Remember when we used to lite up the entire forest for your birthday?"
You gave a small nod but that was centuries ago. He glanced from the white light on the branch to the stars above.
"There's only one reason I haven't let Mirkwood fall. Because the stars look beautiful here."
You followed his gaze upwards then felt a kiss upon your lips.
"And the prettiest is one I can admire even in daylight."
"So what is your name, my fair lady?"
Haldir cast you an odd glance before going back to his own lady and lord. Thranduil was still looking at you and you spoke it almost shyly.
"And one final question, my lady."
You gave a small nod, wondering what his next question was.
"How long until you move to Mirkwood so I no longer have to travel all the way here to see you?"
Legolas felt a set of arms around him, and he smiled fondly at the women who hugged him. You could only hug him tighter, happy to finally have him home. To know that he hadn't died like so many others in the fellowship.
"Where's your husband, I wish to speak to him."
You smiled, kissed his cheek like you had done so many times before then ran inside to find who he was looking for.
"Thranduil! He's finally home!"
"It's been a hundred years."
"Should you not be happy that your relationship has lasted that long? I'm happy that he has finally found someone. Do you doubt his love to you?"
Legolas sounded confused as you shook your head to soothe his worry.
"I'm very much still in love with him. But I have no idea what to get him as a present. I ran out of ideas after the eightieth anniversary."
"Come, my lady. We'll bring this into the morning!"
Thranduil took your hand and spun you around, invoking cheers. With Sauron's ring destroyed, Mirkwood was finally free from the shadows. And with Legolas home, the entire realm was in a festive feeling.
Elves sang and played music that these woods had not heard in decades. Some couples followed your and Thranduil's lead, especially when he leaned down and kissed your lips. It was now officially the best day of your life.