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Prologue
*Third Person POV*
Thranduil held tightly to his wife's hand as she struggled to bring their second child into the world.
"You can do it, Tawariell," he encouraged her. "You are almost there. You can do this."
The queen gritted her teeth at the pain as sweat rolled down her forehead.
"Once more, my lady," the midwife said soothingly. "One more push."
With a loud cry, Tawariell did as she was told. A small cry was heard, and the queen relaxed, closing her eyes.
"A daughter, your majesties," the midwife proclaimed, handing the child to Thranduil. "A beautiful baby girl."
The Elven-king took the child carefully. Tawariell opened her eyes, and upon seeing the babe, motioned her husband to let her hold her child.
"I am weakening," she whispered, gazing at her daughter. "I can feel Mandos calling me."
"No Tawariell," Thranduil said desperately. "You are strong. You must fight him!"
She smiled wanly. "No one can fight death, my heart."
Legolas, a fully grown ellon, entered the room to find his mother dying, his new-born sister in his mother's arms. He drew nearer to the bed to hear her softly spoken words.
"Her name... is Cuilwen," Tawariell said, struggling to speak. Her eyes fell on Thranduil, beseeching him. "Promise me, husband. Her name is Cuilwen."
Thranduil nodded, tears falling from his eyes. "I swear, my heart." With that, the Queen of Eryn Lasgalen drew her last breath and departed for the Halls of Waiting, the domain of the Lord Mandos.
Thranduil sat unmoving, devestated by his grief. Upon seeing this, the young prince realized that he would have to take charge, at least for the moment. He took the babe from the arms of their dead mother and held her close to him.
"Cuilwen," he said. "A life for a life." The prince ordered that his mother's body be prepared for burial. He handed his sister to the midwife, telling her to make certain she was fed and cared for while he tended his father.
The young princess was very beautiful, but her father could not see it. All he saw was the child who took the life of her mother, his beloved wife. He did not hate her, but could not love her either.
He commanded that, though Cuilwen was her primary name, her secondary name was to be Morwen, and everyone would address her as such.
The years passed, and Cuilwen grew to be a beautiful young elleth, but also a warrior. She was as deadly as her brother. If it was not for Legolas, she would have had no one. She was only respected in the palace for her rank as princess.
Legolas took to calling his sister Narylfiel, which meant 'Fire brand', though he often shortened it to Nary. He said that her fiery hair matched her spirit, which burned brighter than that of the bravest warrior.
And thus it was that in the year 2941, 2700 years after Cuilwen's birth, her destiny finally caught up with her.
ellon- male Elf (singular form)
elleth- female Elf (singular form)