Into Mirkwood

Finnov

King Thranduil of Mirkwood sat on his throne overlooking a group of twelve dirty dwarves. From there he could still hear his son's frantic pacing. He smiled at this thought. Legolas wasn't calming down well. Not even he had been so nervous at his eldest son's, Bractintoa, birth. But, Legolas was more like his mother, so of course he was a bit frenzied. He was the youngest and had never known someone new to be born. Thranduil smiled as he thought how all six of his sons had come at terrible times. All of them loved to look on children, especially newborns.

"Milord?"

Thranduil blinked himself out of his memories and looked to where his guards were standing, waiting for the judgment of the dwarves.

Sighing, Thranduil began.

"Where do you come from, where are you going, and what are you doing in Mirkwood?"

The dwarves looked at him for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to lie to him. Thranduil sighed again, this was going to be a long day.

***

Legolas was pacing up and down the corridor in the Healing Wing of the palace. The screams of pain from within the closed room were really getting him. His father was downstairs dealing with some dwarf, and he was up here about to become a father.

A new wail rose in the room next to him, and a healer came out a second later.

"You may go in." She said.

Legolas stepped into the room, his wife was laying on the beg propped up with a few pillows. A human girl was running in and out of the room quickly.

Legolas sat on the edge of the bed and stared down at the tiny babe wrapped up in a blanket. The little blue eyes stared up at his identical eyes, and a small pink hand wrapped around a lock of golden hair that had fallen onto her face.

"What is our little joy's name?" He asked Novthôl without looking up.

"I wanted to give her an easy name." Come the weary response. Novthôl didn't expect her dear husband to look up when he was so infatuated with the tiny bundle in her arms. He's probably never seen a newborn before, let alone his own daughter. "maybe a human one."

Legolas just nodded his consent to her idea.

"I thought of a good name. Alana."

"Yes. Alana." Legolas said.

The door opened, and it startled Novthôl, but the others in the room didn't seem to care.

It was Aleaega, Queen of Mirkwood. Behind her Thranduil came in, and they looked down at their little granddaughter, and the tiny fist around their son's hair.

"She seems to favor your hair, Legolas." Aleaega said.

"Yes. What have you named her?"

"Something simple, and human. Alana." Novthôl replied.

Aleaega smiled. She was already fond of the small creature that her son couldn't tear his eyes from.

A small wail erupted from the tiny Elf, and Aleaega squeezed her son's shoulder, telling him "I think she's hungry, so I will kindly dispose of Legolas for you, Novthôl."

Novthôl nodded, and waited for her husband to be removed from the room before beginning to nurse the tiny child.

Legolas sat down on a bench outside of the room. That adorable creature was his daughter? That beautiful baby? That was his Alana? Legolas sat and thought for a good long while about the small life he had helped to start.

Thranduil sat down next to him.

"So, someone in this family finally decided to give us a female heir!" Aleaega happily announced. Though she loved every one of her sons, she finally had a little girl to help raise. All of their children and grandchildren to this day had been male, and now there was a little iell.

Legolas was still quite shaken up, so he turned and dropped his head onto his father's shoulder, just waiting to calm down.

"Oh, don't worry over your wife, Legolas." Thranduil said to Legolas while running his fingers through his son's hair, as he had done when Legolas was young. "She'll be up and playing, not to mention beating everyone at, Manloth in a few days."

Legolas smiled. It was true, his wife was the only female gambler he knew of, and had legally been one for two years. She would probably teach Alana how to play, too. His whole reputation would be destroyed, everyone already found it funny that his wife could beat him at Manloth, but his daughter too?

Legolas through his head back and laughed. This was going to be an interesting new family life.

TBC

So, whattya think? It may be a little bit off, because I'm a little distressed today. The Columbia disappeared or something today, and I had really been wanting it to land. Pray for the families of those on that shuttle. Until next time!