A/N: Everyone, thank you so much for sticking with me. But exams and all...anyway I made a few minor changes including her name which is Eleniel, I decided to make it a bit more real (I know, ridiculous considering this is a fanfic) so enjoy :)

Prologue

High pitched yet musical screams pierced the calm summer air. Her voice lingered in the air for some time. Suddenly the screams stopped and were replaced by soft cries. It was over. Everyone knew it won't be long before he arrived.

Her heart hit her chest violently, blood pumped in her ears and she forced herself to take deep, long breaths. Sweat dripped from her forehead and mixed with the tears that escaped her eyes.

"She is a little beauty she is, my lady," one of the maids cooed, handing her a small bundle of pink blankets. A smile danced on her face as she gently rocked herself, stopping the child from crying. She leaned down and gently kissed the baby's pink eyelids. As she leaned back, relaxing, a small whimper escaped the child's lips and her eyelids slowly fluttered open. She felt hypnotized by the deep grey eyes the baby revealed. Those eyes. They were just like her own. Though she did have a fistfull of thick chocolate hair that she must have gotten from her father. She instantly felt saddened realizing the father wasn't here. She sighed disappointed. She should have expected it, after all his heart did belong to travelling. He was a grown man; she didn't need to tell him what to do. It was his choice.

"What will you name her, my lady?" The maid asked as she begun to clean the chambers. The woman did have a lot of names on her mind. All of them were ancient with a powerful meaning. That is why she hesitated. She was his daughter. Her strength wouldn't be able to be sumed up in a name. Due to that, she also wanted her name to be original. One that hasn't ever been heard of. She then remembered the name he mentioned so much. She wasn't sure at the beginning but it definitely was unique.

"Eleniel," she whispered her voice cracking slightly.

"Arwen," a murmur came from the doorway. Her head snapped towards the voice; her hopes running high. In the doorway a man stood dressed in a royal blue tunic that had silver linings and patterns, loose black breaches and his black worn out boots. His wavy hair sat neatly on his shoulders and his deep brown eyes shone when he glanced at the little girl in Arwen's arms. His little girl.

"Aragorn," Arwen breathed out a bright smile making its way onto her lips. He slowly walked over to her side. He kissed her forehead gently.

"Melamin," if it was possible her smile widened. The baby let out a happy giggle ruining the moment between the two lovers.

Aragorn turned his attention to her and smiled softly seeing her for the first time. They might be out of wedlock but he wouldn't give up his little girl for anything.

"Do you want to hold her?" She asked. Hesitantly he nodded. Arwen moved on the bed enough to make space for Aragorn to sit. When he did, she delicately handed over the girl. Aragorn caressed her cheeks and trailed down to her hands. Her hands were so small and it made her look even more fragile than she already was. The girl slowly reached over and grabbed her father's finger, the one that had been tracing her cheeks with and smiled a toothless smile. A small hot drop ran down his toned cheek. This was the first time he shed a tear since he was a little boy. It was worth it though. He was a father now. Only Eleniel and Arwen mattered. His heart belonged to them.

Summer – 9th June

The birth of Eleniel Undomiel

Daughter of Arwen and Aragorn.

Princess of Gondor.

Years passed on and Eleniel grew up to be just like her father. Even though she was only seven years old. She always wore a smile on her face and even managed to get her grandfather share a few small ones.

Though she missed her father terribly, he still travelled and came to Rivendell every year or so. It was because he thought that way he would keep her safe. The dark lord may have been gone for three thousand years but Aragorn knew he was still out there; and him being who he is, he would only put Eleniel in danger.

"Naneth, it hurts," Eleniel croaked out. Small beads of sweat covered her forehead and her chocolate locks stuck to her deathly pale face. Pains ran throughout her body every now and then making her flinch and whimper. Arwen stayed with her dabbing her forehead with a cold and wet cloth. She had no idea what to do. Elves –even half elves- were not supposed to get sick. Her father didn't so why did Eleniel? She was worried. Last time she saw someone in this condition was her mother; she died some time later. She didn't want that to happen to Eleniel. She was her little girl. She didn't know what she would do if she passed away.

"Shhh, I know honey, everything will soon be alright," the truth was, she was trying to convince herself more than Eleniel.

"Arwen," a mumble came from behind her. She looked over her shoulder and stared at her father with tears in her grey eyes.

"What is wrong with her Ada?" She asked.

Though he didn't have time to answer. Screams began to leave her lips as her bones made a satisfying crunch.

"Arwen, step out of the room. NOW! You have to trust me!" Arwen stood her ground but didn't last long when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist and dragged her out of the room. The door slammed shut yet you could still hear the screams very clearly.

"Arwen calm down. She will be alright. Your father will help her," Arwen stilled with tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn't even realize she was struggling until now. She turned and cried into his tunic, holding on tightly. Her grip tightened every time a scream echoed in the walls. Her nails soon began to dig into her palm and drew small amounts of blood. Her sobbing stopped but silent tears still dropped down her cheeks.

"Arwen?" She looked up meeting deep brown eyes. That was when she realized the screams stopped. She quickly pulled away and walked into the room. Her eyes immediately found her father sitting at the edge of the bed, beside Eleniel who seemed to be sleeping.

"Is she alright?" Arwen asked lying beside her daughter and began to stroke her damp hair."She is fine, she needs rest."

"What happened to her?" Her father stared at her with a troubled expression.

"Arwen she received a gift," his voice was filled with grief as he stared at his granddaughter."I though you recieve them when you are born?" Arwen asked confused.

"Arwen, that is not of importance at this moment. She has received a gift of healing."

"What?" Aragorn asked stepping into the room.

"She has the gift of healing. Arwen we have got to protect her, there are people that will want to hurt her," Elrond explained slowly with a solemn expression on his face. More tears welled in her eyes and she held her daughter tighter.

"This is all my fault," Aragorn muttered. Two heads snapped towards his direction.

"Aragorn this is not your fault," Arwen said trying to comfort him.

"How is it not? Because of my blood, darkness will now be after my daughter!" He whisper yelled as not to wake Eleniel.

"It was destroyed, Aragorn. Besides how will anyone find out?" That did it. She was right. But worry and guilt still remained. Darkness grew day by day along with its demons. They will just have to keep Eleniel in Rivendell at all costs.

"You're right, I'm sorry," Arwen smiled and kissed her daughter's head. She won't let anyone touch her little girl.