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Alassë moaned as another contraction passed. She gripped Elrohir's offered hand tightly and for a moment Elrond was reminded of a similar night 25 years ago when she had to go through the pain alone. He had been so proud of her then, but when she had cried out for Elrohir, his heart had clenched tightly in pity.
At that moment Elrond had wanted nothing more then to support her but it had not been him who had stood by her side.
Elrond watched with growing horror as Alassë's cries for her husband ceased in volume as she began to sob. The physical pain of birth and the mental pain of not having her husband near were weakening her. There had been times in the night when Elrond was not sure that she would pull through.
She was lying on her back now, moaning softly in delirium. His wife Celebrian had stroked her hair, trying to comfort her but it seemed that Alassë no longer focussed as Elrond stood at the bedside.
The door opened and Elrond turned, demanding who dared to enter a birthing chamber when they were not a family member when his eyes focused upon Glorfindel. The blue eyes were not focussed upon him but upon the pale girl in the bed.
The healer drew nearer so he could place a hand upon his friend's shoulder. Finally Glorfindel turned to him and softly asked. "How is she?"
Elrond sighed; he had been dreading the question when he had asked Alagos to step out of the room. "She is delirious and weak. She does not have the strength to even push at the moment. With every moment that passes we come closer to losing the child and her."
Glorfindel's gaze passed once more over Alassë as she moaned in pain. Celebrian rose easily, eyes locking with Glorfindel's before the warrior's gaze lingered on the younger elf on the bed. His gaze hardened as he took a step forward, Elrond's hand clenching his shoulder and he stopped, turning back to the lord.
"I cannot allow you here, Glorfindel. Only her husband or her father can do such a thing…"
"She has long been my protégé, Elrond and I do not see her husband here. You have send Alagos from the room and unless you wish to take your place beside her and allow somebody else to deliver this child then there is no one." Glorfindel's eyes were hard, voice harsh before he continued.
"Celebrian cannot pull her out of this. I can! I have pulled her through similar circumstances and she will heed my words. She does not have the strength to face this alone and you need to deliver the child, she would trust no one but yourself. It is cruel that she had to go through this alone; do you also wish to deny her a change for somebody who knows her and wishes to help her? With all due respect to Celebrian but she does not know Alassë like I do. Allow me to assist, Elrond. She is one of my warriors and I always stood by them when they needed my aid, she has need of me now, allow me to help?"
Elrond gazed back at the pale elf, she was shaking, trying to deal with the pain. Finally he nodded and answered. "Very well, Glorfindel. If she is willing I will allow you to assist."
He was rewarded with a smile as Glorfindel cautiously approached the bed. Alassë eyes flew open and they settled upon Glorfindel as the warrior bent closer and whispered softly in her ear. After a moment she sighed, struggling to sit upright.
When the blond haired elf sat behind her, resting his back against the headboard of the bed and supported her with his own body, he nodded at Elrond. The elven lord smiled in relief and they waited the many hours to Sanya's birth.
Elrond was shaking of his thoughts as he heard the low murmurs of Elrohir's words. Alassë merely held tighter to his hand and to his satisfaction Elrond could see the pained expression on his son's face.
"You promise to be here, for the good and the bad times, meleth nin." Alassë's voice was hoarse but the smile on her face could not have been brighter. The male elf laughed softly, pressing a quick kiss to her lips which she returned tiredly.
The night progressed on and as the contractions came quicker, Elrond took his place by the foot of the bed. Elrohir had slipped behind Alassë, supporting his wife and whispering softly into her ear. "This will be the last child for many years, Elrohir for if you dare to put me through this again, I will swear that you will no longer be a male elf…"
She arched upwards and Elrond smiled encouragingly as he called out. "Yes, that is it, Alassë. Push!"
The encouragements were lost on Alassë as her body did what woman for centuries had done before her. She could feel her strength waning but then the cries of a newborn child filled the air.
She sat up with the support of Elrohir, not once caring for the blood or the weariness that she was feeling when boy was placed into her arms. Elrond stood smiling down at her as she gazed transfixed upon the small face. The little Elfling gave another loud wail but she gently shushed him.
"Little one, hush, your parents are here." Elrohir was drawing back the blankets so he could gaze at the child's face. The dark grey eyes looked up at his own and the half elf was reminded of another pair that had once belonged to his brother.
"Estel." He breathed softly, causing Alassë to gaze at him. She smiled and nodded, gently bouncing their son. "Yes, Estel." She agreed, smiling as she beheld the face of wonder of her husband as he beheld his child.
She glanced up at the doorway, seeing the blond elf standing there. Glorfindel smiled at her and nodded, already stepping away to allow her family to pass. She allowed Elrohir to take the child and beckoned to him. He shook his head, blond hair flying until a soft hand on his shoulder startled him. He focussed eyes upon Elrond and then bent closer to listen to what the bloodied healer was saying.
He blushed lightly before stepping around Elrond and approaching the couple, Elrond looking smug as he walked from the room. Sanya was sitting near her father, crooning at her newborn baby brother as Alassë smiled gently, one hand reaching out to clasp Glorfindel's hand as the warrior came to stand by the bedside.
"This time Elrohir was here and you were not. I never properly thanked you for helping me through that night…" She looked up, blinking tiredly as Glorfindel sat down on the bedside, one arm going around her shoulder and holding her lightly.
"You have a beautiful son as you have a beautiful daughter, little one. It was my duty as your mentor to help you through it for I was the only one who could reach you at the time. It was an honour to attend the birth of your firstborn and to take Elrohir's place for a moment." Glorfindel smiled as Elrohir's gaze settled upon his childhood friend.
"Glorfindel, come and meet Estel." He called, passing the babe to Sanya who looked a little shocked but then became entranced with the small Elfling.
Elrohir approached the bed, sitting beside his wife as they gazed upon their firstborn and their second born who were sitting close to each other, surrounded by family that slowly came walking in to admire the new addition to the family. She could see Erestor standing in the doorway, a blissful expression on his face as he looked at his husband who was standing beside Sanya as she showed the child to her godfather.
Alassë pulled Elrohir closer, softly whispering into his ear. The half elf smiled and then nodded, approaching the councillor and asking. "Erestor, would you do us the honour of being a godfather to Estel?"
Glorfindel's head snapped up and he narrowed his eyes as he looked at his lover. Erestor looked at the child for a long time and then gazed at Elrohir's hopeful face. His gaze then flew over Glorfindel's face as the warrior still looked tense before Erestor clasped Elrohir on the shoulder and said. "Yes, I would be honour to be a godfather to little Estel, Ro."
Glorfindel's face relaxed into a smile as Alassë smiled at her husband. Elrohir approached the bed again and finally she was tucked safely into his arms. "I love you, Alassë."
"And I love you, Elrohir." She breathed softly, nodding off as her husband kept watch over their son together with their family and feeling very proud of the little family he had created.
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