Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

The power of the sea

Frances had had enough of staying in bed, and today was the day when she borrowed one of Legolas's overlong tunics, and decided to throw herself in the sea. It was chilly, of course, but she couldn't give a dam as she played with the waves under the blinding sunlight.

Many similar days followed, Frances' skin becoming darker as they stayed on the beach and rode around the countryside of Dol Amroth. Like any newlywed couple, they enjoyed sightseeing along the coast, stopping in the local market for oranges and honey cakes, buying all sorts of items that made Legolas laugh with delight, and made love every so often ... very often.

A dozen days passed in this blissful state. By then, Frances had unpacked the bag, and bought tunics, breeches and dresses fit for travel. She had found, with quite some emotion, a photo album of her family and childhood to share with Legolas, three packs of antibiotics should the need arise, a little lingerie that was much appreciated by her new husband, and a dozen tablets of chocolate. That was the experience of Legolas's long life! With his sweet tooth, he moaned in delight.

Very soon, the chocolate was gone, except for one tablet they kept for the King of Gondor, and one for the twins. It took much willpower for Legolas to leave that one be, even more so that resisting the ring!

At the very bottom of the bag, Frances found a note, safely secured in a plastic bag. It contained a note written by her hand – from the other Frances - and adressed to her. As Legolas swallowed the last piece of chocolate she would allow him to have, the young woman gasped.

Hey,

It's a little weird to address this letter to myself, but you're now... someone different. I hope you found Legolas, and you have your happily ever after.

Speaking of which. Loki removed the lock on your DNA to unable the clone – erm, you – to live a proper life and last more than the fifteen standard days he usually needs. When I asked him how long, he responded between 48 000 and 62 000 with a 95% confidence interval.

Yeah. I'll spare you the count. That's between 130 to 170 years from now. Enjoy them, and say hello to Legolas for me.

I wish all of you the best.

The Keeper of Time.

Struck speechless, the young woman handed the letter to Legolas, only for him to shake his head.

"I can't read this, meleth", he told her, a frown marring his beautiful eyebrows.

His worry snapped her out of her trance, and Frances took a shuddering breath.

"Frances, the original one. She says I might live a hundred and fifty more years."

Legolas' frown dissolved into an incredulous expression, his blue eyes shining with hope.

"How ?", he breathed. "Have your people found a way to prolong human life ?"

She shook her head, but refrained from launching into an explanation of Stargates and asgard aliens; one thing at a time. Still, Loki knew what he was doing.

"The technology that cloned me... that made a double out of me. It created a body that should last longer than the standard human."

A sudden weight lifted from her chest at realising that, even though their time together would be cut short, it would still be more than expected. And she would be here when Aragorn passed, supporting Legolas in his grief.

"Does it meant you ... no, you've been sick already."

"Yeah. It doesn't make me more sturdy, but I shouldn't age as fast."