Three months passed. I was not entirely sure when I was going to give birth, for Elves carry for a year, but I did not know how long dwarves carried for, but judging by the swollen state of my abdomen, which was near bursting, I was going to give birth any day now. In my wanderings, I had found a job, and had been working up until a week or so ago. I had also found someone to help me once the process started, and I was rather nervous. I still missed Kili, and wished he was with me for this. I was resting in my room when I felt the first pain.
That first pain was the first of many, in a labor which seemed to last forever. I cried out again and again, both in pain and for Kili, but the pain did not stop and Kili did not come. In the end...I did not know it was possible for a being to be so small. The baby boy was small, the length of my forearm. I called him Daran, which meant little one. He had pointed elfin ears like mine, but a full head of hair that was dark and coarse like Kili's. He had jade green eyes like mine, and he was perfect but no sound escaped from his lungs. No breath passed through his lips, and his heart did not beat. He was dead. I cradled his body in my arms. He couldn't be dead, not him too, not the reason I had not yet passed from this earth, not my son, no, no! I started to sob and I kissed his forehead. If only he was alive...my heart broke then. My love dead, our child gone, exiled from my homeland never to return, all hope lost! I faded. My soul passed from this world to be once again with the Valar, the soul of my child journeying with me. I was never fated to see Kili again...my love.
Valar: Elven higher power
So that's the ending! Told you it was a killer! It's slightly depressing, but I literally wrote this to try my hand at killing off characters (it's saved as everybody dies on my computer)! Let me know what you think by reviewing and favoriting! Starship T.A.R.D.I.S. out!