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Raven

The Wife of Boromir
Chapter 1 - Prologue - Giving Birth and Death

The woman arched into the air as another pain hit.

She lay in an old healer's house. As a royal she could occupy a royal birthing suite, but she had chosen the simple thatch and dob of the healer's home in the woods.

She cried out again and she felt something leave her. She looked upward.

The healer, Grena, watched the great noble lady as she looked about and then focused on the stars outside. They were being taken over by the blackness of a coming storm. Already in the distance she could hear thunder.

The cool breeze felt good against her hot cheeks as she looked at the healer. "What is it?"

"A girl highness…"

"Arianna…My husband wanted to name her so…" She whispered

The healer's features were sad. She knew the lady was dying from when she had first come to her. She had lost the will to live. Some marauding Easterlings had waylaid her and she had come back a broken shell of herself. Her husband had been killed defending her and that had caused her much grief.

She was found to be with child soon after, but it was rumored she knew not whether it was her dead husband's or another's. She looked her eyes barely able to focus on the child. She could tell that it was her husband's after all and she was at peace.

She had only eaten enough to keep the baby alive for she was all but dead to the world. She looked at the storm again and breathed her last.

The healer took a breath as the princess passed on. She closed her eyes and held the infant to her who was not yet so hungry she wished to cry. This girl was special. Grena could see it in her.

Outside there was the sound of horses. Grena looked up as the door opened to reveal a guard of the royal house. Behind him stepped Imrahil, new Prince to Dol Amroth, and brother to the dead woman on the bed.

"How is she?" He asked coming toward her still body as if he hoped he slept. As he reached for her hand he paused and swallowed. "The baby?" He asked. This was his second sister to die of a broken heart it seemed.

Grena rose and walked to him holding her burden to the infant's uncle. Imrahil took her with the experienced hands of a father for he had two children already by his young wife. He held her in one arm and lifted her to the light to look at her more closely. "So…" He breathed. "It is not as we feared." He said as he held the baby closer. She was all Dol Amrothian.

No it was not as you feared, Grenda though, but could not voice it for she was a stranger in these lands and was here at the royals' good graces. She was half Easterling herself and knew her heritage had made the man before her nervous.

"Even you with all your skill could not save her?" He asked.

"She gave up life my lord. I tried all I could." She said

"Gave up life…?" That was blasphemous to an elf even a half elf as they were, but he knew she had suffered. He sighed and wrapped the girl closer to him under his cloak as he walked for the door.

"Did she name her?" He asked at the door?

"Yes…Arianna…" She said. Then she looked down and dusted her dress so the Prince would not see the lie in her eyes as she spoke. "She wished me to teach her my gifts."

The Prince took a breath and then nodded slowly. "So that will be. My sister's dying wish will be carried out when she is of age."

"Thank you your highness."

Imrahil nodded and walked out even as he felt the first drops of rain against his cheek from the storm. He looked at the sleeping infant.

"Welcome home Arianna of Dol Amroth…"