Author's note/Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, except
Melian. Her name, however, is also J.R.R. Tolkien's. I got it from The
Silmarillion. I've also changed some parts in the book. Elrond has a
second daughter, who is one of the main characters, and a certain character
doesn't die. The plot is MINE!!!! I skip many years at times. This is so
the story doesn't take you the rest of your life to read, although it's
going to be 2,000 pages at the rate I'm going anyway! ( Please review,
but be nice, because this is one of my first stories! Flames will be
laughed at! The rating is PG due to battle sequences. I don't think
they're that bad, but some people might. BIG THANKS TO BETA READER MELIAN
NILROMEN!!!
This has been reposted - So if you read this before, it will probably be awhile before a 'new' chapter, but this has been altered slightly in some areas, so please review again! :)
Melian's Decision
Prologue
Many years ago, in the year 2510, in the third age of Middle Earth, a beautiful elf was born. She was more dazzling then anyone or anything else in Middle Earth. Unfortunately, the poor infant had a poison circulating through her little body, and was near death, as her mother had been shortly before her birth.
Her mother, Celebrian, had been journeying over the Redhorn Pass, to Lothlorien at the end of the year 2509. She and her company had been waylaid by a band of orcs. Three out of twelve of her companions were murdered, and Celebrian had received a poisoned wound. Her remaining companions, including her sons Elrohir and Elladan, had immediately rushed her back to Imladris, where dwelt her husband, Elrond Half-elven.
When they arrived at Imladris, Elrond did all he could for his wife, but, although he was able to heal her of the poison in her body, the poison that harmed her body now was nothing he could heal, for she had lost all joy in Middle-Earth. She would have to go across the sea to Eldamar, or die of grief. The hardest issue for Master Elrond to face was that Celebrian was with child.
On the seventh night, after she had arrived in Rivendell, Celebrian persuaded Elrond to go and rest. He had reluctantly left her side, but before he went to his bedchambers, he took a long walk through the gardens. Then he decided to go to his room and rest for a short time. No sooner had he entered his chamber, then a nurse from the Houses of Healing knocked upon his door.
"What is it?! Is Celebrian alright?!"
"She is in the same state my lord. Although, a glorious event has taken place in the last hour. She has given birth to a beautiful child, but - we fear the infant - may not survive the night."
No sooner had she said this then Elrond had dashed out of his room. He burst through the doors of the Houses of Healing, and ran to his wife's side. She was fading quickly. Elrond called for his most trusted friend, Glorfindel.
"Glorfindel. I would trust you with my life. Now I must put my wife's into your hands. I must ask you to take Celebrian to the Havens. I would not have her suffer through death, especially death from grief, as should be obvious, so I must send her across the sea to the Eldamar. Please, will you make that journey for me? I gave her my word that I would not, for she fears that I would leave as well, before my time."
Glorfindel paused to look at this mighty Elf-lord. He saw fear in his eyes and knew that Master Elrond would suffer greatly indeed if Celebrian died. "I would not make such a decision lightly, for these are times filling with Darkness, and the journey is perilous, but I shall do so for a friend in need."
He bowed and went to prepare for the journey. Meanwhile, Elrond went back to his wife, who was now holding a beautiful infant. Elrond sat on the edge of Celebrian's bed, and watched her hold and speak to the child, which seemed to bring her some joy in her shadowed world.
"What shall we call her?" she asked suddenly.
Elrond drew a deep breath. Apparently, no one had told her of the child's condition, as she was so at ease with the question. "May I see her, Darling?" Elrond asked quietly.
"Of course!"
He took the infant into his arms. He had held a newborn before, but never one so weak, and fragile. He could actually fell the poison coursing through her little body, and see it in her deep blue eyes. He bent forward and kissed the child's brow. Then, he began to heal the tiny babe. Celebrian recognized what he was doing, but she couldn't understand why her child would need healing.
"Elrond, what are you doing? Why would this dear gift need."she trailed off.
Elrond looked at Celebrian and saw that she had fainted. He immediately handed the infant to a nurse close by, and turned his full attention to his wife. He knew he would have to revive her, and send her to the Havens. Finally, he succeeded.
"Please. Elrond, there was no point in reviving me! I shall go now to the halls of Mandos," Celebrian whispered quietly and desperately
"No, you shall not go. Glorfindel will take you to the Havens, and you shall set sail for Eldamar. There I shall soon join you." Elrond looked into her eyes and saw something he had never seen there before: fear.
He lifted Celebrian off the sheets, and rushed her to the carriage Glorfindel had prepared. He set her down, and began to say his final good-bye, but he couldn't find the words.
"Namarie, Elrond Half-elven. Take care of Elrohir and Elladan, but especially Arwen, and the infant. She is my last dear gift to you. Name her well! I love you, Elrond!"
And with that, the carriage set off into the night leaving Elrond Half-elven, standing alone.
"Namarie, vanimelda*," he whispered to the night as a tear ran down his cheek.
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*- Farewell, beautiful/fair love
Okay, so what'd you think? I think it's sort of corny, but hey, I'm trying to get the story going, and hopefully you wonderful people, who are reading and reviewing, think it's good. I am open to constructive criticism! The first actual chapter is better and longer (hopefully ()! Considering that this is the prologue, I hope that's obvious. Once again, this has been reposted, but some changes have been made.
This has been reposted - So if you read this before, it will probably be awhile before a 'new' chapter, but this has been altered slightly in some areas, so please review again! :)
Melian's Decision
Prologue
Many years ago, in the year 2510, in the third age of Middle Earth, a beautiful elf was born. She was more dazzling then anyone or anything else in Middle Earth. Unfortunately, the poor infant had a poison circulating through her little body, and was near death, as her mother had been shortly before her birth.
Her mother, Celebrian, had been journeying over the Redhorn Pass, to Lothlorien at the end of the year 2509. She and her company had been waylaid by a band of orcs. Three out of twelve of her companions were murdered, and Celebrian had received a poisoned wound. Her remaining companions, including her sons Elrohir and Elladan, had immediately rushed her back to Imladris, where dwelt her husband, Elrond Half-elven.
When they arrived at Imladris, Elrond did all he could for his wife, but, although he was able to heal her of the poison in her body, the poison that harmed her body now was nothing he could heal, for she had lost all joy in Middle-Earth. She would have to go across the sea to Eldamar, or die of grief. The hardest issue for Master Elrond to face was that Celebrian was with child.
On the seventh night, after she had arrived in Rivendell, Celebrian persuaded Elrond to go and rest. He had reluctantly left her side, but before he went to his bedchambers, he took a long walk through the gardens. Then he decided to go to his room and rest for a short time. No sooner had he entered his chamber, then a nurse from the Houses of Healing knocked upon his door.
"What is it?! Is Celebrian alright?!"
"She is in the same state my lord. Although, a glorious event has taken place in the last hour. She has given birth to a beautiful child, but - we fear the infant - may not survive the night."
No sooner had she said this then Elrond had dashed out of his room. He burst through the doors of the Houses of Healing, and ran to his wife's side. She was fading quickly. Elrond called for his most trusted friend, Glorfindel.
"Glorfindel. I would trust you with my life. Now I must put my wife's into your hands. I must ask you to take Celebrian to the Havens. I would not have her suffer through death, especially death from grief, as should be obvious, so I must send her across the sea to the Eldamar. Please, will you make that journey for me? I gave her my word that I would not, for she fears that I would leave as well, before my time."
Glorfindel paused to look at this mighty Elf-lord. He saw fear in his eyes and knew that Master Elrond would suffer greatly indeed if Celebrian died. "I would not make such a decision lightly, for these are times filling with Darkness, and the journey is perilous, but I shall do so for a friend in need."
He bowed and went to prepare for the journey. Meanwhile, Elrond went back to his wife, who was now holding a beautiful infant. Elrond sat on the edge of Celebrian's bed, and watched her hold and speak to the child, which seemed to bring her some joy in her shadowed world.
"What shall we call her?" she asked suddenly.
Elrond drew a deep breath. Apparently, no one had told her of the child's condition, as she was so at ease with the question. "May I see her, Darling?" Elrond asked quietly.
"Of course!"
He took the infant into his arms. He had held a newborn before, but never one so weak, and fragile. He could actually fell the poison coursing through her little body, and see it in her deep blue eyes. He bent forward and kissed the child's brow. Then, he began to heal the tiny babe. Celebrian recognized what he was doing, but she couldn't understand why her child would need healing.
"Elrond, what are you doing? Why would this dear gift need."she trailed off.
Elrond looked at Celebrian and saw that she had fainted. He immediately handed the infant to a nurse close by, and turned his full attention to his wife. He knew he would have to revive her, and send her to the Havens. Finally, he succeeded.
"Please. Elrond, there was no point in reviving me! I shall go now to the halls of Mandos," Celebrian whispered quietly and desperately
"No, you shall not go. Glorfindel will take you to the Havens, and you shall set sail for Eldamar. There I shall soon join you." Elrond looked into her eyes and saw something he had never seen there before: fear.
He lifted Celebrian off the sheets, and rushed her to the carriage Glorfindel had prepared. He set her down, and began to say his final good-bye, but he couldn't find the words.
"Namarie, Elrond Half-elven. Take care of Elrohir and Elladan, but especially Arwen, and the infant. She is my last dear gift to you. Name her well! I love you, Elrond!"
And with that, the carriage set off into the night leaving Elrond Half-elven, standing alone.
"Namarie, vanimelda*," he whispered to the night as a tear ran down his cheek.
************************************************************************
*- Farewell, beautiful/fair love
Okay, so what'd you think? I think it's sort of corny, but hey, I'm trying to get the story going, and hopefully you wonderful people, who are reading and reviewing, think it's good. I am open to constructive criticism! The first actual chapter is better and longer (hopefully ()! Considering that this is the prologue, I hope that's obvious. Once again, this has been reposted, but some changes have been made.