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Prologue:
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The cry of a small baby was heard even outside and Legolas let out a sigh of relief. It had happened. For hours he had listened to the screams of Morwen as she tried to bring their child into the world. He had been ordered by the birthwife to stay outside. He did not wish for it. But as he heard his child cry out he could not hold back his own joy and he wept. "Please, atara! Let me in!"
The door was opened and he walked inside, seeing the birthwife stand there with a small boy in her arms. He was being cleaned. A soft moan was heard and Legolas looked over at Morwen.
He was shocked to see how pale she was. Her dark hair was wet from sweat and her beautiful eyes were closed. He walked to her and took her hand. And then he knew it. "She is dead..."
The birthwife nodded but he did not see it. "Yes...I am sorry, Legolas. The fever was high. I could not...save her. No herbs worked. I only had to get her child out, as she begged me"
"No...Melamin..." Legolas knelt beside the dead body of his wife and kissed her lips. He was weeping freely but did not see it himself. And even if he had he would not have cared. Morwen was a mortal, so he knew he would lose her sooner or later. But now? And at this joyful occasion. He kissed her lips again and stroke her hair as if it would bring her back. But in the end he knew it would not. She had not gone to the Halls of Mandos...without him. "Namàrië, melamin," he whispered and kissed her again before standing up and walking to the midwife. "My son...is he well?"
The midwife nodded and handed him the crying child. Legolas inspected him. Ten perfect small toes, ten perfect small fingers...traces of dark hair on the head. Evening blue eyes looking at him with wonder. Legolas smiled, for he saw much of Morwen and himself in this child. "He's beautiful"
"What do you wish to call him, Prince Legolas?" the midwife asked as she washed her hands.
Legolas held the child close, whispering soothing words of love. He looked over to the body of Morwen. "Vanim. For he holds the beauty of his mother in his eyes. And she was fond of that name..." he paused and looked at the child. "'Tis a pity that a child must be born in an old house like this instead of in a castle as his birthright would have given"
The midwife nodded. "Aye...but things have changed, Prince Legolas. The Elves have no Kingdom. Only Lothlorien is safe and there no one goes without the permission of Lady Galadriel. We are too close to Gondor...we should leave now"
Legolas looked over at Morwen and carried their child to her. Holding Vanim so that he could see his mother he whispered; "Rin, Vanim. Rin lle atara..."
tbc if you want...
Translations:
Dagora ten' dur-Battle for faith
Namárië, melamin–Farwell, my love
Rin le atara-Remember thy mother
Prologue:
----------------------------------------NAMÁRIË, MELAMIN-------------------- --------------
The cry of a small baby was heard even outside and Legolas let out a sigh of relief. It had happened. For hours he had listened to the screams of Morwen as she tried to bring their child into the world. He had been ordered by the birthwife to stay outside. He did not wish for it. But as he heard his child cry out he could not hold back his own joy and he wept. "Please, atara! Let me in!"
The door was opened and he walked inside, seeing the birthwife stand there with a small boy in her arms. He was being cleaned. A soft moan was heard and Legolas looked over at Morwen.
He was shocked to see how pale she was. Her dark hair was wet from sweat and her beautiful eyes were closed. He walked to her and took her hand. And then he knew it. "She is dead..."
The birthwife nodded but he did not see it. "Yes...I am sorry, Legolas. The fever was high. I could not...save her. No herbs worked. I only had to get her child out, as she begged me"
"No...Melamin..." Legolas knelt beside the dead body of his wife and kissed her lips. He was weeping freely but did not see it himself. And even if he had he would not have cared. Morwen was a mortal, so he knew he would lose her sooner or later. But now? And at this joyful occasion. He kissed her lips again and stroke her hair as if it would bring her back. But in the end he knew it would not. She had not gone to the Halls of Mandos...without him. "Namàrië, melamin," he whispered and kissed her again before standing up and walking to the midwife. "My son...is he well?"
The midwife nodded and handed him the crying child. Legolas inspected him. Ten perfect small toes, ten perfect small fingers...traces of dark hair on the head. Evening blue eyes looking at him with wonder. Legolas smiled, for he saw much of Morwen and himself in this child. "He's beautiful"
"What do you wish to call him, Prince Legolas?" the midwife asked as she washed her hands.
Legolas held the child close, whispering soothing words of love. He looked over to the body of Morwen. "Vanim. For he holds the beauty of his mother in his eyes. And she was fond of that name..." he paused and looked at the child. "'Tis a pity that a child must be born in an old house like this instead of in a castle as his birthright would have given"
The midwife nodded. "Aye...but things have changed, Prince Legolas. The Elves have no Kingdom. Only Lothlorien is safe and there no one goes without the permission of Lady Galadriel. We are too close to Gondor...we should leave now"
Legolas looked over at Morwen and carried their child to her. Holding Vanim so that he could see his mother he whispered; "Rin, Vanim. Rin lle atara..."
tbc if you want...
Translations:
Dagora ten' dur-Battle for faith
Namárië, melamin–Farwell, my love
Rin le atara-Remember thy mother