Chapter 1: Birth
Celeborn was walking to and fro in anxiousness. Many hours had passed since his wife had been struggling in her birth labor aided by a midwife and several healers. His elven ears could hear his wife's heavy breath and moaning as the pain of giving birth racked her body. Never had he seen Galadriel fell ill or injured, but now she was in struggle between Life and Death. Celeborn was frustrated, feeling so helpless. He felt the urge to scream and dash into the room. He wanted to be there with her, holding her hands, taking away her pain, comforting her, giving her his strength. But he could not. The midwife had strictly ordered him to stay out for fear that his sight of his wife's suffering would lessen his love for his child in future, something that was not uncommonly found.
Finally a baby's cry was heard. An unmelodic cry, but so wonderful in his ears. 'My child is born.' His elven ears caught the slowing of Galadriel's heartbeats as she eased from her toil and sank into the land of dreams. Later on the midwife came out of the room, looking half relieved, half distressed. Celeborn's heart speeded in worry as his mind suddenly clouded by the thought of Miriel's fate*, and he could feel chill running down his spine in fear.
"How is she?" he asked and his voice filled with fear.
The midwife gave a weak smile ere said, "Congratulations, my Lord. Your daughter is born. She is healthy and very beautiful, and so alike her mother."
"And Galadriel? How is she?" he could not show more anxiousness in his face. His daughter was healthy, but what about his wife?
"She would be fine. Though the hard labor she just went through can end her life, but your wife is strong. But…" she looked down, didn't dare to meet my eyes, adding mounting fear to my heart.
"But what? Please tell me."
She sighed and looked up, "She is strong and will recover, but her womb will not. I am afraid that she will never able to conceive again, my Lord."
Celeborn felt his heart sank. He leaned on a wall as his knees suddenly weakened. Galadriel had always dreamed of children; she wanted three or four, even more. She wanted a family alike her own. But now? All her dream was shattered. Celeborn felt warm tears started to wet his face as he wept for his wife.
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*Miriel, Feanor's mother grew very weary after giving birth to Feanor and passed away. This story isn't beta read. Anyone wants to?
Reviews please!
Celeborn was walking to and fro in anxiousness. Many hours had passed since his wife had been struggling in her birth labor aided by a midwife and several healers. His elven ears could hear his wife's heavy breath and moaning as the pain of giving birth racked her body. Never had he seen Galadriel fell ill or injured, but now she was in struggle between Life and Death. Celeborn was frustrated, feeling so helpless. He felt the urge to scream and dash into the room. He wanted to be there with her, holding her hands, taking away her pain, comforting her, giving her his strength. But he could not. The midwife had strictly ordered him to stay out for fear that his sight of his wife's suffering would lessen his love for his child in future, something that was not uncommonly found.
Finally a baby's cry was heard. An unmelodic cry, but so wonderful in his ears. 'My child is born.' His elven ears caught the slowing of Galadriel's heartbeats as she eased from her toil and sank into the land of dreams. Later on the midwife came out of the room, looking half relieved, half distressed. Celeborn's heart speeded in worry as his mind suddenly clouded by the thought of Miriel's fate*, and he could feel chill running down his spine in fear.
"How is she?" he asked and his voice filled with fear.
The midwife gave a weak smile ere said, "Congratulations, my Lord. Your daughter is born. She is healthy and very beautiful, and so alike her mother."
"And Galadriel? How is she?" he could not show more anxiousness in his face. His daughter was healthy, but what about his wife?
"She would be fine. Though the hard labor she just went through can end her life, but your wife is strong. But…" she looked down, didn't dare to meet my eyes, adding mounting fear to my heart.
"But what? Please tell me."
She sighed and looked up, "She is strong and will recover, but her womb will not. I am afraid that she will never able to conceive again, my Lord."
Celeborn felt his heart sank. He leaned on a wall as his knees suddenly weakened. Galadriel had always dreamed of children; she wanted three or four, even more. She wanted a family alike her own. But now? All her dream was shattered. Celeborn felt warm tears started to wet his face as he wept for his wife.
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*Miriel, Feanor's mother grew very weary after giving birth to Feanor and passed away. This story isn't beta read. Anyone wants to?
Reviews please!
