~*The end of the cliffhanger*~
She crossed her delicate legs in front of her, her immortal fire burned inside her, like it had for the past ages.
"Legolas", she began, taking a deep breath in between her sentences.
"What? What is the matter", his eyes eager to know the truth.
"I think we are going to be blessed with another child", she said to him.
He sat silently for a moment.
"Legolas, say something", she urged him.
"How?" he said.
"What do you mean how? It just happened to work out this way. We are immortal, we have the rest of our days to do whatever we wish", she said to him.
"We've always been careful. Always, unless you were actually having another baby", he said, stopped to take a breath, "I don't understand how this could happen to us".
"It is the wish of Ilúvatar, not our own willing", she said.
"Then you will go on to bear our final child, either aboard sea or land. The day that child comes is the most blessed day in our time", he said, and kissed his wife.
And they left it at that. Meanwhile.
~****~
Kalbeleg's smile was quickly erased by the massive size of the ship that was growing in the port in Minas Tirith.
"Eldarion! Eldarion!" he called.
His cousin called from his office.
"Whatever is the matter Kalbeleg?" he asked him
"I cannot travel to the Havens, I must stay here and protect my people, the last of the Elven race", he said.
"Your time will end. Your parents need you now more than ever. Go in the West, as my mother would have done", he said.
"I do not wish to. I have duties, I have a place in Ithilien, you know I do!" he started to become very rude with the King.
"I am the King of Gondor! I essentially have full rights over your lands, if you wish to argue with me, we will be sure that your lands are removed and you are on that ship to the Havens!" Eldarion contradicted, his temper gone.
"If my lands are removed, you will not have one clue how to rule elves, we are very temperamental people. We do not follow the same rules as the mortal man, and you above all people, should know that", he said.
"Then stay here. If your people need you, then I need you", he said, the softness of Eldarion came back to his eyes.
"Then I shall, cousin", he said.
"Brother, call me your brother", Eldarion said sympathetically.
~****~
As Legolas forecasted, Ardonelle became very moody within the next few days. She was also missing her son and her sister.
"Legolas? Do you know where I put that chest filled with baby clothes?" she called him, although he was taking his free time to read a book.
"Check the cargo hold", he said.
She went into the mini-library that was filled with books she had stocked for her own pleasure.
"It's not there", she said.
"Did you check the bedroom? And don't forget your closet", he reminded her.
"I checked the bedroom, but I will check my closet", she said, and blew him a kiss.
She went over to her closet, and opened the door, but still no luck. Then she remember that she had taken they had used that chest to go into the Umbar Havens. She went into his closet, and found the chest, baby clothes in it.
"Legolas, did you bring your weapons?" she asked him.
He came to her beckon call.
"Yes. Your sword, bow and several of your knives I have also brought with us", he said.
"Good", she said, and then sighed.
The tears in her eyes, told Legolas it was one of her breakdown moments.
"What is the matter?" he asked her.
"Oh nothing. I realized though, I don't have any idea for names", she said.
"You are always fascinated by the stars, let us name the child after that, or we could name the child after your sister, or Aragorn", he said, going over to her, and hugging her.
"I'm so glad I have you", she said.
~*~*~*~*
The cool breeze blew into the young elvish princess. In her hands she held a packet of letters, letters written to her from the late Aragorn Elessar, the man she had loved her entire life. She looked over the water, into the depths of the water. Around her neck was the locket Aragorn had given her as a birthday present. She knew it was time to let go of him; he was never going to return, never going to come back and take her in his arms.
The tears of the old and everlasting princess fell into the ocean, taken up by the magnificence of the water.
She knew she had to drop the letters into the ocean, and rid herself of ever know about him again, but she wanted to educate her future child. She settled on remembering Aragorn, as he was, as valiant as he turned out to be, as brave, and cunning as he was. She kissed the letters, and dropped them into the water, the love she once had for him in those letters. She undid her locket, which contained pieces of hair from everyone in the Fellowship including Legolas and Gandalf. She scattered the hair among the waters, and looked at the locket, made with mithril, the strongest metal in all of Middle Earth.
She thought to herself for a moment and realized that those hairs was not the strength she had relied on, and she had only relied on the hair in her hand, Aragorn's hair, the hair of the Elessar. She kissed the hair; the sweet smells of Aragorn returned. She replaced it in her locket, and kept the locket. She would pass it on to her own daughter, Elenawen.
Walking away from the side of the ship where she had let go of her love for Aragorn, she smiled gently to herself. She was Ardonelle, the Lady of the Elessar.
~*A/N.shocking news about Ardonelle. right?? Okay, have fun with the Ardonelle's huge discovery, and. go write your own bloody fanfic. ~*
She crossed her delicate legs in front of her, her immortal fire burned inside her, like it had for the past ages.
"Legolas", she began, taking a deep breath in between her sentences.
"What? What is the matter", his eyes eager to know the truth.
"I think we are going to be blessed with another child", she said to him.
He sat silently for a moment.
"Legolas, say something", she urged him.
"How?" he said.
"What do you mean how? It just happened to work out this way. We are immortal, we have the rest of our days to do whatever we wish", she said to him.
"We've always been careful. Always, unless you were actually having another baby", he said, stopped to take a breath, "I don't understand how this could happen to us".
"It is the wish of Ilúvatar, not our own willing", she said.
"Then you will go on to bear our final child, either aboard sea or land. The day that child comes is the most blessed day in our time", he said, and kissed his wife.
And they left it at that. Meanwhile.
~****~
Kalbeleg's smile was quickly erased by the massive size of the ship that was growing in the port in Minas Tirith.
"Eldarion! Eldarion!" he called.
His cousin called from his office.
"Whatever is the matter Kalbeleg?" he asked him
"I cannot travel to the Havens, I must stay here and protect my people, the last of the Elven race", he said.
"Your time will end. Your parents need you now more than ever. Go in the West, as my mother would have done", he said.
"I do not wish to. I have duties, I have a place in Ithilien, you know I do!" he started to become very rude with the King.
"I am the King of Gondor! I essentially have full rights over your lands, if you wish to argue with me, we will be sure that your lands are removed and you are on that ship to the Havens!" Eldarion contradicted, his temper gone.
"If my lands are removed, you will not have one clue how to rule elves, we are very temperamental people. We do not follow the same rules as the mortal man, and you above all people, should know that", he said.
"Then stay here. If your people need you, then I need you", he said, the softness of Eldarion came back to his eyes.
"Then I shall, cousin", he said.
"Brother, call me your brother", Eldarion said sympathetically.
~****~
As Legolas forecasted, Ardonelle became very moody within the next few days. She was also missing her son and her sister.
"Legolas? Do you know where I put that chest filled with baby clothes?" she called him, although he was taking his free time to read a book.
"Check the cargo hold", he said.
She went into the mini-library that was filled with books she had stocked for her own pleasure.
"It's not there", she said.
"Did you check the bedroom? And don't forget your closet", he reminded her.
"I checked the bedroom, but I will check my closet", she said, and blew him a kiss.
She went over to her closet, and opened the door, but still no luck. Then she remember that she had taken they had used that chest to go into the Umbar Havens. She went into his closet, and found the chest, baby clothes in it.
"Legolas, did you bring your weapons?" she asked him.
He came to her beckon call.
"Yes. Your sword, bow and several of your knives I have also brought with us", he said.
"Good", she said, and then sighed.
The tears in her eyes, told Legolas it was one of her breakdown moments.
"What is the matter?" he asked her.
"Oh nothing. I realized though, I don't have any idea for names", she said.
"You are always fascinated by the stars, let us name the child after that, or we could name the child after your sister, or Aragorn", he said, going over to her, and hugging her.
"I'm so glad I have you", she said.
~*~*~*~*
The cool breeze blew into the young elvish princess. In her hands she held a packet of letters, letters written to her from the late Aragorn Elessar, the man she had loved her entire life. She looked over the water, into the depths of the water. Around her neck was the locket Aragorn had given her as a birthday present. She knew it was time to let go of him; he was never going to return, never going to come back and take her in his arms.
The tears of the old and everlasting princess fell into the ocean, taken up by the magnificence of the water.
She knew she had to drop the letters into the ocean, and rid herself of ever know about him again, but she wanted to educate her future child. She settled on remembering Aragorn, as he was, as valiant as he turned out to be, as brave, and cunning as he was. She kissed the letters, and dropped them into the water, the love she once had for him in those letters. She undid her locket, which contained pieces of hair from everyone in the Fellowship including Legolas and Gandalf. She scattered the hair among the waters, and looked at the locket, made with mithril, the strongest metal in all of Middle Earth.
She thought to herself for a moment and realized that those hairs was not the strength she had relied on, and she had only relied on the hair in her hand, Aragorn's hair, the hair of the Elessar. She kissed the hair; the sweet smells of Aragorn returned. She replaced it in her locket, and kept the locket. She would pass it on to her own daughter, Elenawen.
Walking away from the side of the ship where she had let go of her love for Aragorn, she smiled gently to herself. She was Ardonelle, the Lady of the Elessar.
~*A/N.shocking news about Ardonelle. right?? Okay, have fun with the Ardonelle's huge discovery, and. go write your own bloody fanfic. ~*
