Title: Not Alone
Author: Luckywhitedream
Fandom: Lord Of The Rings
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, only little Nìniel and her mother.

English is not my mother language, sorry for my mistakes.


There were sounds of horns, Mirkwood was under attack, elves warriors ran to the outside to battle the giant spiders surrounding the realm, Legolas ran out from the armory, as he was heading out to the war he ran into Cerylia, his wife, she was in her last months of pregnancy.

She was terrified by the war right outside the realm, never in hundreds of years many spiders and orcs made it that near the gates, and if the king himself left his throne to fight it mean that the battle was indeed serious.

"Legolas!" she hugged his husband with tears in her eyes.

The prince removed her from him and held her face in his hands "everything is going to be fine" he told her.

Than Haldir rushed to them running "Legolas we must go!" he said breathlessly.

The pair looked at him and then back to each other "Do you promise?" she asked.

"I promise!" he told her looking her in her eyes before he kissed her.

"Legolas!" Haldir called him once again.

He left her lips quickly, he didn't have time to kiss her, he had his kingdom to safe. "I'm sorry," he said broken before finally ran outside with the other elven warrior.

Cerylia stood there watching the realms door even after it closed and Legolas had been already gone, hoping that he came back telling that the war was already ended, but he never came, she suddenly felt weak, her legs didn't hold her anymore, as she was falling she felt someone catch her it was Erulissë, one of the nurses who followed her during her pregnancy.

"what is this feeling?" she asked her.

The healer didn't reply but called some other elves to help her carry her away from their current spot.

"I think I do not feel well" she suddenly felt pain in her stomach and she screamed.

"You are in labor" Erulissë informed her as she laid Cerylia in a bed.

"No!" she screamed, "it wasn't supposed to happen until next month!"

Erulissë worked between the legs of the princess with the other healers give her suggestions of what to do "Elrond told me in the second week of next month" she repeated shocked "it can't be now!"

"the baby is coming whether you like it or not!"

"no, I want Legolas!" Erulissë did her best to ignore Cerylia's cries, just holding her hand while she chanted 'push'. The birth was already difficult, and though she and the nurses could sense the death looming moments away from them, they had to focus. Cerylia was a healthy young elf, but her distress made the birth harder on all of them.

She felt horrible but tried to be calm, overseeing a birth in the middle of a battle just outside the walls. Terror, for herself and the nurses and the mother that may not survive to see through the birth of her child.

"Just keep breathing, you will be fine!"

"And the baby too, right?"

"...And the baby too."


Time had passed and Cerylia hoped that her husband would come in time. "Legolas!" she was crying between contractions, she wanted the prince to see the birth of his child, she was near the precipice of breaking down.

Erulissë looked down to see a small head emerge, a tuft of hair matted down by blood on top. Cerylia's harsh cry of despair rang in the Elvenking's Halls, but was quickly overpowered by a long, high wail. Erulissë was there in an instant, cleaning the baby's nose and mouth and the majority of it's skin with efficient movements and checking the sex before gently placing it in Cerylia's waiting arms.

Cerylia was weeping softly, cuddling the baby girl to her chest when Erulissë finally regained enough sense to look the child over.

The child cried in her mother's arms "Uuma nalla Nìniel-nin" *shh, do not cry my Nìniel* she named her baby.

Everyone sighed and laughed in relief, there was no more war noises, the battle was ended and a child was born.

Hope didn't last long, Cerylia felt weak, she was happy and she wanted to rest, she kissed the baby in the forehead using the last energy she had, she than slowly close her eyes, and watching the world fade she took her last breath.

Erulissë noticed it, she quickly rushed to the mother, she took the baby from her and give it to the nearest elf, she took out from her pocket some herbs and started to sang, Cerylia was too weak, there was nothing that the nurse could do.


Legolas could hear his newborn child scream. He rushed into the room to greet his first child only to be frightened by what he found. The child was wailing a wriggling in a servants arms while its mother lay pale, and bleeding on a bed not far away.

He stood there shocked, unbeliever, he had to put everything together in his mind, he stepped closer to the body and looked it in horror, he hoped it was just a dream, that he would wake up and hug her again.

The servants wept at the sight before them. The wailing babe with no mother, the dead princess soaked in her own blood, and the broken prince who haven't still realized what had happened.

Thranduil ran in the room, with the same hope to find everyone there with the baby, but stopped not too far from his son, it didn't took much for understand what had happened, he felt the grief of his son, he knew how he felt, he himself loosed his wife, but he never thought that his son will live the same.

The servant with the baby walked closer to legolas and gently put the child on the prince's arms.

Legolas held his daughter, she had looked up at him and cried, the noise pierced through him causing his stomach to churn and his heart to start racing. She was so small, so fragile, she needed to be protected. To stop crying.

Legolas studied her, she had dark hair like her mother and sky blue eyes like his, he looked at the other delicate features, she mostly looked like him, and he was proud of it.

Thranduil stepped closer to his son for meet his new grandchild, she was beautiful. Then his eyes slipped to his son who couldn't stop staring at his new baby.

"At the same time we were facing destruction... this small miracle was taking place" Thranduil broke the silence "does she have a name?"

"yes, my lord," said Erulissë making Legolas broke his eye contact with his daughter "the Lady had called her Nìniel"

Legolas looked her in shock before turning his gaze back to the baby, he caressed her crying face "Uuma nalla Nìniel-nin" *do not cry my Nìniel*

"those were her last words," Erulissë said softly.

Legolas silently passed her to his father, who watched her like one of his precious gems, her inherited legolas's eyes, he felt like the first time he held him, more than 2.000 years ago, he looked up to not finding Legolas, he knew he needed him, he was suffering the loss of his wife, he and Cerylia got married an year ago and they decide to have their first child together, they dreamed to live a happy and loved life together, no one imagined that this day would end in tragedy.

Thranduil handed Nìniel to Erulissë and walked away to find his son, who was probably falling into a grief.


With tears in his eyes, Legolas looked at the stars in the sky trying to figure out how it had happened. She had been young, beautiful and perfect. She was gone. No one could bring her back, they had planned a life together, but only one of their plans became real, their marriage happened a year ago, a year was like a blink in the eyes of an elf.

Their marriage was the most anticipated event of the century, his father had invited half Middle-Earth, Thranduil never admit it but he was excited for their wedding, he had hired the best elves, the realm never looked so beautiful that day, but not beautiful as his wife, she wore a long white dress filled with small diamonds that made her shine at the sunlight, but for Legolas she didn't need diamonds for shine, she was already shining in his heart.

At the beginning this was supposed to be a planned Marriage, Tranduil and Círdan, the lord of the Falas, created an alliance and their children were forced to get marry, Legolas didn't support his father idea but when time passed he had to know Cerylia and he felled in love with her.

"Legolas" Thranduil called him, he saw his son gasping for air between his silent sobs, without saying a word he walked next to him and embrace his son, who hugged him back and cried louder holding him tightly as he was a child himself who desperately needed his father.

Thranduil closed his eyes as he heard the sobs of his son, he let some tears fall in his face too, why this had to be his son to suffer this much? was it a curse in his family? first his wife, now Legolas's.

He could feel his heart beating hard in his chest as he held him, he was a strong son, the one and first time he cried hard like that was when he told him of his mother death "A person may go from life, But memories will always stay with you forever, Please my child stay strong" he told him quietly "You have a beautiful daughter who needs you more than ever" he realease his son from him and wiped his tears "Parenthood is one of the best journeys in life. Enjoy the ride".

Legolas looked at him, his father was telling him that he loved him in his own way, his father was a proud man he hardly ever told him that.

Thranduil smiled at him, his son had calmed already so he took his hand and walked to the realms halls and arrived at the room they prepared for Nìniel during the months of pregnancy.

Nìniel was lying in her elven crib, with a nurse looking after her, when she saw the prince and king entering she slowly bowed and left the room.

Legolas stepped closer to the baby.

He had a daughter. He had a small daughter.

He looked her with curiosity. He had never seen such a tiny elf. His hand was the size of his palm.

What was he going to do with Nìniel? He didn't know how to be a father.

A cry. A soft, but distressed cry. The baby was awake.

Legolas gave a scared look to his father who stepped back making his son deal with her, he turned to her "Aaye" *Hello* he said to her and the baby hushed for a moment as if listening to him. "I'm your father," he explained.

The girl must know his voice, thought Legolas to himself. He had heard it every day for the past months. "I'm your daddy."

Nìniel had begun crying again.

"Ok," he said as he leaned over the crib "Let's see how we do at this, shall we?" he asked as he lifted her back into his arms.

She was so tiny, she could not even hold her own head up his father noted. Yet picking her up was more natural than he thought it would be.

"Well it is just you and me now "

TO BE CONTINUED ON CHAPTER 7


NEXT CHAPTER: Safe and Sound