Disclaimer: Still unto the end, I own them not.
Life continued on much as it had with much passing of interest. After our wedding, Legolas and I settled into a house near the borders of Rivendell, safely nestled within the rolling hills and sweeping rivers. It was a safe point between both Mirkwood and Rivendell, and should any need of aid arise we had only to call on either place. I had never before been the head of any household. Legolas desperately desired a simple place, without the elaborate decorations of his father's house; he wished for little reminding him of his role among his people. Still, he did not refuse his father's offer of assistance in settling into the house, which turned out to be quite more than I had expected.
Within a matter of weeks we were safely ensconced into the three- story house that was open to the warm breeze of summer, yet easily closed against the chill of winter. It was quite similar to the buildings of Rivendell, even down to a few of the same statues that graced the hallways. We had a foyer, dining quarters, a kitchen, fifteen bedrooms including our own, rooms for entertaining, a library, and several other rooms I could not figure out their purpose. I assumed that anything less would not be appropriate for an Elvish prince, and, like it or not, the prince's wife. Quite overwhelmed, I clung to Ithiel, depending upon her to learn her way around the house so I would not become abandoned or lost. Legolas ran throughout the hallways and along the balconies, merrily gazing out upon the green fields that stretched around us. He was filled with happiness that we were set directly on the borders of the forest so he would be allowed to enjoy the ancient stems of the earth.
Many of our friends were welcome in our house before they were forced to return home. I noted how Frodo wandered the paths around our home with a glassy look in his eyes, as if he were gazing upon a different time and place. Sam worried over him, though mostly there was little to worry about. It warmed my heart to see Frodo laugh and sing when he did, and he seemed very much alive again. I spoke with Merry several times regarding Pippin's affections. Merry assured me that his cousin had quite gotten hold of himself, and though his heart would carry me within, Pippin was surely moving on steadily and would pine over me silently now. How comforting.
I relished having Aragorn and Arwen with us, though they were only able to stay a few days. The four of us sat together happily beneath the waning skies each night and talked until the moon rose high and bright in the sky. Aragorn was a brother to me, and he seemed content that I had at last settled down and was satisfied, finding my heart's desire.
It was while our dear friends visited that I began to feel weak and dizzy much of the day. My stomach rejected food and drink, and I began to crave fresh air desperately. As the season faded quickly into the chill of autumn, I still wore the garments of summer, and hid the sickness as it came. Ithiel was near to me each day, fussing over me as much as was her manner, quietly offering her support and advice. She and I both recognized the daily sickness as it came and went, though I was hardly able to believe such truths. Legolas and I had been fortunate enough to have many days without interruptions from others; it appeared that the efforts were rewarded.
I sat quietly in the candlelit bedroom, staring distantly upon the rising moon as it filled the velvet sky with its liquid light. Sipping quietly at the tea that Ithiel had brewed especially for women in my condition, I smiled silently. Legolas had gone out earlier in the evening to walk beneath the rising moon. He had asked that I join him, but I had insisted I remain behind to gather my thoughts. After giving me a queer look, he assented and went on his way.
Laying a hand over my abdomen as I fought against the ill feeling that was rising in my throat, I sighed. I was thankful that this had not happened sooner. For once it felt as it the Valar had been merciful and allowed some things to occur gradually and in the desired space of time. I could not wait to see his face. More certain than ever, I believed he would be as pleased as I.
After a few moments, I heard the door open softly. Turning around, I watched as Legolas entered the room. He seemed bright and thoughtful, his eyes mirroring the deep night outside. A smile curled his lips as he walked towards me, dressed in his green and brown outfit that I had first seen him in. Even now he still managed to take my breath away with entering a room.
"You are still awake." His voice sounded surprised, yet pleased. "I would have believed you to go to bed already."
Shaking my head softly, briefly pleased by the soft curls that now danced around my shoulders, I smiled. "No, I could not sleep yet. I desired to be awake when you returned. Did you enjoy yourself beneath the stars?"
As he removed his boots, Legolas nodded. "Aye, I did, a'maelamin. The stars are cool and clear this night, and there is much to behold beneath the moon. Why did you not join me?"
"I had much on my mind, my love. I would not have been able to give you my full attention."
Moving quickly to kneel in front of the large chair I was curled in, Legolas set his hands upon my legs, gazing into my eyes. I felt my heart quicken under his gaze, my stomach rolling softly inside me as I swallowed down the impending sickness. I set aside my tea and took his face in my hands, comforted by the softness of his skin. His hands slid deftly along my legs until they clasped around my back and his face was in line with my own. He leaned forward to kiss me lightly, chastely, before lining my neck with kisses so deep I sighed and surrendered.
"Legolas, you know me so well."
Between kisses, he answered, "I am wondering if I may have your attention now that you have had time to collect your thoughts."
Chuckling, I wrapped my arms around his neck, inadvertently pulling him closer until he nearly lay on top of me. The weight of his body was a comfort, and I inhaled the smells of old trees, the last grass of the seasons, vanilla, and honey. I never grew tired of how wonderful he smelled. As his lips made wet trails along my neck, I smiled secretively, allowing his hands to glide along my body with a skill that only he possessed. I never knew if it was a personal skill or a trait among elves, but it was very pleasurable. If only the race of men were so skilled.
At last I whispered, "Legolas."
"Yes, pen-neth?" His voice was warm, like a blanket of comfort.
For a moment I lost the ability to speak, struggling to find the right words to tell him. At last I said, "I have news for you, my husband. I believe that you will be pleased by it."
He hardly paused in his ministrations, though I felt his body tense a bit, listening to me attentively. "What news?"
I stared blankly up at the carved ceiling, studying the intricate designs of swirling leaves and vines. I listened to the quiet beating of my heart against my chest, reverberating against his and mingling. In the soft flow of my blood there lay a new life waiting to develop. "What have we always desired for ourselves, even when we were caught unprepared once before? The Valar have been kind, my husband, and they have granted us a gift of unparalleled worth. That which we desire most is to come."
He ceased kissing me and slowly raised his face to meet mine. His eyes were slowly widening as realization spread across his face, his cheeks pale. Searching my face, Legolas asked quietly, "Melamin. Do you mean to tell me.?" He did not finish; instead, he slowly let a hand fall upon my stomach with the barest of touches.
I smiled, quickly filling with joy. "Yes," I whispered. "I am with child."
For a moment it seemed his breathing had stopped. All at once a smile burst over his face, and Legolas laughed out loud, a warm and cheering sound that filled the room. He sat up quickly and gently pulled me up with him. It seemed he had lost all composure and cared not. I laughed as well, as he swept me in his arms, pulling me so close I did not have a chance to brace myself as he stood up.
"Andariel," he whispered, holding me close. He pulled back enough to look me in the eyes, and I saw then just what a family meant to him. "I have not the words to tell you how much joy you have brought me since the day we met, and you continue to bring me more joy than I deserve. I have long hoped that we would have another child, and now it is so."
I knew my eyes were shining with unshed tears, but they were of happiness. I released a breath I did not realize I had been holding. "I'm simply happy that I may produce you an heir again," I told him.
Kissing my lightly, almost as if he were afraid he would hurt me, he said, "You will not travel at all now. I will tell Ithiel to stay with you at all times, and you will not lift a hand to strain you."
I laughed out loud. "Legolas, I will not remain in bed for nine months, if that is what you believe."
He seemed disconcerted. His brow furrowed slightly as he answered, "Andariel, I simply wish for you to rest and not be troubled by chores or toils. I won't allow you to strain yourself to the point that you may lose this child as well."
At least he had spoken truthfully, airing our mutual secret fear. Sighing through a smile, I said, "Legolas, I swear to you that I will not ride away from here, nor will I endanger myself in any way. Ithiel already is taking precautions for me and she will take care of me. I think she is more excited than you, my love."
The troubled gaze in his eyes faded to be replaced with careless happiness. "None could be happier than I." He pulled me close, kissing me softly as he slowly knelt before me. I watched as he pressed his cheek to my stomach, and began to speak softly in Elvish. I smiled as he spoke words that were not meant for me but for the new life slowly growing within me.
Legolas was indeed true to his word. He forbade me to even travel on Aria any distance that was not within the property of our land, and even that he frowned upon. I forgave him his tendencies, realizing how desperately he wished for our child to survive and be born naturally. He seemed comforted that Ithiel was with me constantly when he was not, looking over my shoulder to make certain I was not overexerting myself. Of course, the longer the pregnancy lasted, the more irritating it became.
Word spread quickly to our families, and also to our friends. Before three months were past we had received gifts and tidings from nearly all those we knew. I was told Elisen had been so overjoyed with the news that he held a feast among our people in Minas Tirith, and he requested to come visit as soon as the child was born. Lord Thranduil also sent greetings that radiated with warmth and genuine happiness for us. Our messenger to the Shire informed us the hobbits were well, and that Sam had married and was expecting his first child as well. It filled my heart with delight to know that Sam had settled down at last. Merry and Pippin sent greeting as well, asking to visit once the child was born.
As each month passed, I was grateful that the regular sickness abated, and my mood improved greatly. I had been most irritable for four months, being cross and harsh with Legolas. He too was relieved when I became more at ease, and told me I radiated with beauty more than ever. When at last my belly began to enlarge and the child began to stir within, I had never seen such child-like joy in Legolas before. Each time he felt the child move and kick, a smile sprang to his eyes. Each night he would speak quietly to the one inside me, words that were not meant for me.
Winter came harsh that year. Great drifts of snow piled around the house, causing the servants to light many fires in the hearths. I was becoming very uncomfortable, burning with heat one moment and freezing the next. Legolas had arranged to have an elven midwife and elven healer live with us after the sixth month. He took every precaution he could think of for my safety. I began to feel a bit sheltered and strangled by all his protection, but I reminded myself of the tragedy we had endured before and how easily our dreams had been trampled. So, I endured.
With the harsh winter came dark memories that haunted my dreams. I thought often of the orcs who had held me, and it often made me lose sleep. I reminded myself that that time was over, yet the fearful dreams would not abate. Legolas held me tightly, often walking with me in the late hours of the night so I would not be alone.
When the eighth month approached, I had become so tired I would rarely leave the house. Winter had mercifully passed on early, bringing a bright and cheerful spring. The season was quite warm from the start, and soon enough I was lounging on the balcony watching the spring ease towards summer. My back ached constantly and the irritability returned. I believed that Legolas was patient, but it was sorely tested. He was growing increasingly nervous since the baby was due to come any time. He was kind enough to sit with me, doing all in his power to make me as comfortable as possible. I often preferred to take long baths scented with hyacinth, for they calmed my nerves.
Summer approached steadily, and soon it was the beginning of June. The twin princes Elladan and Elrohir had come to visit unexpectedly, sent by their father to speak with Legolas. He assured me it was nothing of great importance, only a visit of friendship. Elrohir was greatly amused by the sharp comments I uttered, and gave his old friend much to listen to for it. Elladan was as courteous as before.
The midwife, Andvagorwen, had been preparing me for the past few weeks, wanting the delivery to be as smooth as possible. The healer, Barandil, aided her and also spoke much with Legolas. They had set up a room for me in one of the other bedrooms to be the birthing room, and all the necessities for a child had been taken care of. All I could do was wait for the child to come.
The day was terribly warm, and I was miserable. I walked carefully in the garden, Ithiel by my side in case I were to fall, which was not uncommon for me. A breeze stirred the full trees and flowerbeds, granting a bit of reprieve from the sun's heat, though not enough to make it any more comfortable.
"Where is Legolas?" I asked, holding my belly protectively.
Ithiel smiled a bit, still as beautiful and radiant as the first day we met. "He is practicing his archery with Lords Elladan and Elrohir. I believe Lord Elrohir has tempted your husband into wandering the paths of the mountains."
I sighed. "Between the three of them, I believe I shall lose all patience with men."
She laughed. "Be thankful you have at least some sway over your husband, my Lady. He is intelligent enough not to be a fool."
I felt little movement from the child, silently cursing the weight I had gained that caused me to lean backwards in order to refrain from falling forward. "I have been quite harsh with him, Ithiel, and undeservedly so. I pray he will forgive me once this is over."
Ithiel touched my arm with one hand while running the other through the row of flowers beside her. "I would not worry, my Lady. My Lord knows quite well that you are changed with the pregnancy, and he forgives all you say since he is more concerned with the safety of yourself and the child."
Clenching my teeth a bit, I nodded, absently touching my hair that was piled up on my head. It had grown out nicely, and was below my shoulders now. "There are times when I wish I could make it all go away," I confessed. "As much as we have desired a child, I did not realize how much discomfort was involved."
I stopped walking as a sharp pain rolled through my body, and I gasped, grabbing onto my belly. I felt Ithiel grasp my arm. "What is wrong, my Lady?"
For a moment I did not answer, scrunching my face in an attempt to get past the sudden pain. Just as it seemed it was over, another wave crashed over me. It felt as if part of my body was trying to rip itself apart. I cried out, struggling not to bend over.
"I---I think it's time, Ithiel," I whispered in a strangled voice.
She nodded, attaining a stronger grip on my arm. "Come, my Lady. Let us get you to bed."
I winced against the strong pain that was wracking my body, abating every so often so I could gain breath. I allowed myself to lean against her slight body as she led me back towards the house. Suddenly the short path seemed all too long, too much to walk. I was sweating already, due to the pain or the heat I did not know. I did not care. All I wanted was to lie down and not be on my feet.
As we approached the house, Ithiel spotted several servants. "Fetch Prince Legolas!" she called loudly. "The Lady is having her child. Fetch the midwife and the healer!"
Instantly the servants disappeared, and I felt relief that we at least had trustworthy people.
After much struggle, even after Andvagorwen appeared to assist us, I was laid in bed and changed into a plain white sheath that would allow some comfort. Even with pillows piled behind me, I was uncomfortable and in pain. Ithiel busily followed orders, getting all things in order.
Legolas suddenly burst through the door, just as a strong wave of pain washed over me and I cried out. I shut my eyes, hardly aware of him running up beside me.
"Andariel!"
I lashed out at him, stifling a scream. "You did this! You put me in this agony! Damn you, Legolas!"
His face was stiff with shock, though I could not focus long enough to read his expression. "Andariel," his voice was drained, struggling to remain calm. "Andariel, you must breathe, melamin."
I bit my lip so hard I thought I tasted blood in my mouth, clutching the bed sheets until my hands turned white. Each time the pain abated, I leaned heavily against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. All I wanted was for the pain to go away, allow me to breathe easily for a short time. As I gasped breath in heavily, I looked up at Legolas. He stared down at me with wide eyes, suddenly uncertain as to how to act. I knew that Barandil had warned him of what to expect, but I did not think that Legolas truly was prepared for this. He had seen much war and battle, but a woman in labor was new to him.
I reached out for his hand, and he flinched. If I were not taking a moment to breathe, I would have laughed. "I have never known you to flinch before anything, Legolas. Why do you move away from your wife?"
Legolas swallowed hard and took my hand, his strength flowing into me. His eyes were focused and bright, a small smile creeping over his face. He placed both hands over mine, and I noticed how he seemed somewhat sleep-deprived, even though elves had little need of sleep. "I love you, Andariel," he said quietly. "You have such a great strength within you."
I opened my mouth to reply, when the pain returned. Squeezing my eyes shut, I clung to Legolas' hand as if it were the last sane thing in the world. I cried out, willing the pain to go away.
Andvagorwen said sharply, "My Lord, you must leave now. She is entering the final stage of labor. You cannot be here."
Hands tried to pry my grip off of Legolas' hand, but I would not relent until the midwife said, "Andariel, you must let him go."
I clenched the sheets tightly, watching through the corner of my eye as Legolas was gently shoved out of the room, holding his hand tightly. Sighing heavily, I watched Ithiel as she stood beside me, offering only a comforting smile. I was filled with such strength I felt I could tear apart the bed if I desired to do so.
Andvagorwen knelt before me, her eyes staying upon me at all times as she told me what to do. I screamed loudly, enduring the mind-altering pain that ripped through me. I felt the child within me stirring, moving, and preparing to leave my body. Time had no meaning, and I knew not how long the pain continued. It felt as if weeks were passing in each moment.
I think I broke part of the bed as I pushed, begging the child to leave me. Stars swam in my eyes as Barandil entered the room. I hissed loudly, then screamed again as I used all my effort to push out the child. Suddenly, there was a great release, and the pain stopped. I fell back against the pillows, gasping for breath and weakened to the point I could not raise my arms. I was suddenly aware of the ache in my arms and hands. I closed my eyes, unwilling to do more than simply breathe for a few moments.
Suddenly a tiny cry pierced the air, sending arrows through my heart. I opened my eyes, and slowly raised my head as far as I dared. A tiny bundle lay in Andvagorwen's arms, pink and covered in liquid, limbs flailing in all directions. Relief swept over my like a storm, and I broke into a smile. Ithiel hurriedly held blankets out for the child, as Barandil attended the child.
"What is it?" I asked weakly.
Ithiel looked over at me, her face damp with sweat and her eyes gleaming as only pride can do. "You have a daughter, my Lady," she said.
Tears I had not recognized fell from my eyes and countered the burning of my skin. I leaned backward, straining still to catch a further glimpse of my child. "A daughter," I whispered, overwhelmed with happiness. Suddenly the world seemed smaller, my own personal world that had just been brightened by one tiny star, a little girl.
I watched Ithiel move towards the door as Andvagorwen finally stood beside me, and offered me the little bundle. She smiled, face flushed yet peaceful. "Hold your daughter, my Lady," she said. "Soon she will need her first meal."
Sudden fear filled me, and I tentatively accepted the squirming bundle. My heart exploded in one breath as I looked upon the small face staring back at me. She was perfect; a round face with slightly slanting eyes that were half-closed, a slim nose and perfect little lips that moved silently. Soft pointed ears lay at the sides of her head, gently surrounded by wisps of blonde hair that was matted and wet. She gurgled a bit, and then shifted so her head lay in the crook of my arm, eyes blinking tiredly at me.
I heard the door open, and looked up to see Legolas re-enter the room, his face frozen in amazement. He seemed reluctant to enter, yet it also seemed he yearned to run forward. With a little prod from Andvagorwen, he slowly stepped forward. I offered him a smile, urging him to come.
"Come and see our daughter, my love."
His eyes were very wide as he stepped to my side, gazing down upon the bundle in my arms. "Our daughter," he murmured, barely audible yet filled with love and relief. Legolas bent down and laid a hand upon her small brow, causing the baby to emit a small yawn. He laughed, and then turned to me. Kissing my forehead, he said, "She is as beautiful as you are, a'maelamin. She has your eyes."
"And she has your ears."
He grinned.
"Would you like to hold her?"
Legolas nodded once. There was a bit of fear in his eyes; I felt that even in his long lifetime he was not accustomed to holding infants. I carefully handed the child to him, reluctant to let her out of my arms, and into the safety of her father's embrace. I leaned back heavily as Legolas cradled her as if she would break, staring at her with eyes bright with unshed tears. My heart was complete. We had our family. Nothing else in the world was as important as that small bundle that began to squeal softly, mouth open and hunting for her hand. Legolas made small comforting sounds, though it may have been soft-spoken Elvish. Either way, she calmed a bit, and looked up at him.
"What shall we call her?" he asked quietly.
For several moments, I stared blankly at the two of them. She was beauty and grace personified, a melding of Elves and Men. We had met under such tragic circumstances, and perhaps it would not have occurred without the death of my mother. I could see my mother's elegance and tasteful cheekbones already in the newborn, and I could think of no other way to honor her memory.
"Let us call her Gisele, after my mother."
A smile of understanding curved his lips, reflecting in his eyes. He nodded. "Gisele Greenleaf," he repeated. "Welcome to your home, my daughter."
Life continued on much as it had with much passing of interest. After our wedding, Legolas and I settled into a house near the borders of Rivendell, safely nestled within the rolling hills and sweeping rivers. It was a safe point between both Mirkwood and Rivendell, and should any need of aid arise we had only to call on either place. I had never before been the head of any household. Legolas desperately desired a simple place, without the elaborate decorations of his father's house; he wished for little reminding him of his role among his people. Still, he did not refuse his father's offer of assistance in settling into the house, which turned out to be quite more than I had expected.
Within a matter of weeks we were safely ensconced into the three- story house that was open to the warm breeze of summer, yet easily closed against the chill of winter. It was quite similar to the buildings of Rivendell, even down to a few of the same statues that graced the hallways. We had a foyer, dining quarters, a kitchen, fifteen bedrooms including our own, rooms for entertaining, a library, and several other rooms I could not figure out their purpose. I assumed that anything less would not be appropriate for an Elvish prince, and, like it or not, the prince's wife. Quite overwhelmed, I clung to Ithiel, depending upon her to learn her way around the house so I would not become abandoned or lost. Legolas ran throughout the hallways and along the balconies, merrily gazing out upon the green fields that stretched around us. He was filled with happiness that we were set directly on the borders of the forest so he would be allowed to enjoy the ancient stems of the earth.
Many of our friends were welcome in our house before they were forced to return home. I noted how Frodo wandered the paths around our home with a glassy look in his eyes, as if he were gazing upon a different time and place. Sam worried over him, though mostly there was little to worry about. It warmed my heart to see Frodo laugh and sing when he did, and he seemed very much alive again. I spoke with Merry several times regarding Pippin's affections. Merry assured me that his cousin had quite gotten hold of himself, and though his heart would carry me within, Pippin was surely moving on steadily and would pine over me silently now. How comforting.
I relished having Aragorn and Arwen with us, though they were only able to stay a few days. The four of us sat together happily beneath the waning skies each night and talked until the moon rose high and bright in the sky. Aragorn was a brother to me, and he seemed content that I had at last settled down and was satisfied, finding my heart's desire.
It was while our dear friends visited that I began to feel weak and dizzy much of the day. My stomach rejected food and drink, and I began to crave fresh air desperately. As the season faded quickly into the chill of autumn, I still wore the garments of summer, and hid the sickness as it came. Ithiel was near to me each day, fussing over me as much as was her manner, quietly offering her support and advice. She and I both recognized the daily sickness as it came and went, though I was hardly able to believe such truths. Legolas and I had been fortunate enough to have many days without interruptions from others; it appeared that the efforts were rewarded.
I sat quietly in the candlelit bedroom, staring distantly upon the rising moon as it filled the velvet sky with its liquid light. Sipping quietly at the tea that Ithiel had brewed especially for women in my condition, I smiled silently. Legolas had gone out earlier in the evening to walk beneath the rising moon. He had asked that I join him, but I had insisted I remain behind to gather my thoughts. After giving me a queer look, he assented and went on his way.
Laying a hand over my abdomen as I fought against the ill feeling that was rising in my throat, I sighed. I was thankful that this had not happened sooner. For once it felt as it the Valar had been merciful and allowed some things to occur gradually and in the desired space of time. I could not wait to see his face. More certain than ever, I believed he would be as pleased as I.
After a few moments, I heard the door open softly. Turning around, I watched as Legolas entered the room. He seemed bright and thoughtful, his eyes mirroring the deep night outside. A smile curled his lips as he walked towards me, dressed in his green and brown outfit that I had first seen him in. Even now he still managed to take my breath away with entering a room.
"You are still awake." His voice sounded surprised, yet pleased. "I would have believed you to go to bed already."
Shaking my head softly, briefly pleased by the soft curls that now danced around my shoulders, I smiled. "No, I could not sleep yet. I desired to be awake when you returned. Did you enjoy yourself beneath the stars?"
As he removed his boots, Legolas nodded. "Aye, I did, a'maelamin. The stars are cool and clear this night, and there is much to behold beneath the moon. Why did you not join me?"
"I had much on my mind, my love. I would not have been able to give you my full attention."
Moving quickly to kneel in front of the large chair I was curled in, Legolas set his hands upon my legs, gazing into my eyes. I felt my heart quicken under his gaze, my stomach rolling softly inside me as I swallowed down the impending sickness. I set aside my tea and took his face in my hands, comforted by the softness of his skin. His hands slid deftly along my legs until they clasped around my back and his face was in line with my own. He leaned forward to kiss me lightly, chastely, before lining my neck with kisses so deep I sighed and surrendered.
"Legolas, you know me so well."
Between kisses, he answered, "I am wondering if I may have your attention now that you have had time to collect your thoughts."
Chuckling, I wrapped my arms around his neck, inadvertently pulling him closer until he nearly lay on top of me. The weight of his body was a comfort, and I inhaled the smells of old trees, the last grass of the seasons, vanilla, and honey. I never grew tired of how wonderful he smelled. As his lips made wet trails along my neck, I smiled secretively, allowing his hands to glide along my body with a skill that only he possessed. I never knew if it was a personal skill or a trait among elves, but it was very pleasurable. If only the race of men were so skilled.
At last I whispered, "Legolas."
"Yes, pen-neth?" His voice was warm, like a blanket of comfort.
For a moment I lost the ability to speak, struggling to find the right words to tell him. At last I said, "I have news for you, my husband. I believe that you will be pleased by it."
He hardly paused in his ministrations, though I felt his body tense a bit, listening to me attentively. "What news?"
I stared blankly up at the carved ceiling, studying the intricate designs of swirling leaves and vines. I listened to the quiet beating of my heart against my chest, reverberating against his and mingling. In the soft flow of my blood there lay a new life waiting to develop. "What have we always desired for ourselves, even when we were caught unprepared once before? The Valar have been kind, my husband, and they have granted us a gift of unparalleled worth. That which we desire most is to come."
He ceased kissing me and slowly raised his face to meet mine. His eyes were slowly widening as realization spread across his face, his cheeks pale. Searching my face, Legolas asked quietly, "Melamin. Do you mean to tell me.?" He did not finish; instead, he slowly let a hand fall upon my stomach with the barest of touches.
I smiled, quickly filling with joy. "Yes," I whispered. "I am with child."
For a moment it seemed his breathing had stopped. All at once a smile burst over his face, and Legolas laughed out loud, a warm and cheering sound that filled the room. He sat up quickly and gently pulled me up with him. It seemed he had lost all composure and cared not. I laughed as well, as he swept me in his arms, pulling me so close I did not have a chance to brace myself as he stood up.
"Andariel," he whispered, holding me close. He pulled back enough to look me in the eyes, and I saw then just what a family meant to him. "I have not the words to tell you how much joy you have brought me since the day we met, and you continue to bring me more joy than I deserve. I have long hoped that we would have another child, and now it is so."
I knew my eyes were shining with unshed tears, but they were of happiness. I released a breath I did not realize I had been holding. "I'm simply happy that I may produce you an heir again," I told him.
Kissing my lightly, almost as if he were afraid he would hurt me, he said, "You will not travel at all now. I will tell Ithiel to stay with you at all times, and you will not lift a hand to strain you."
I laughed out loud. "Legolas, I will not remain in bed for nine months, if that is what you believe."
He seemed disconcerted. His brow furrowed slightly as he answered, "Andariel, I simply wish for you to rest and not be troubled by chores or toils. I won't allow you to strain yourself to the point that you may lose this child as well."
At least he had spoken truthfully, airing our mutual secret fear. Sighing through a smile, I said, "Legolas, I swear to you that I will not ride away from here, nor will I endanger myself in any way. Ithiel already is taking precautions for me and she will take care of me. I think she is more excited than you, my love."
The troubled gaze in his eyes faded to be replaced with careless happiness. "None could be happier than I." He pulled me close, kissing me softly as he slowly knelt before me. I watched as he pressed his cheek to my stomach, and began to speak softly in Elvish. I smiled as he spoke words that were not meant for me but for the new life slowly growing within me.
Legolas was indeed true to his word. He forbade me to even travel on Aria any distance that was not within the property of our land, and even that he frowned upon. I forgave him his tendencies, realizing how desperately he wished for our child to survive and be born naturally. He seemed comforted that Ithiel was with me constantly when he was not, looking over my shoulder to make certain I was not overexerting myself. Of course, the longer the pregnancy lasted, the more irritating it became.
Word spread quickly to our families, and also to our friends. Before three months were past we had received gifts and tidings from nearly all those we knew. I was told Elisen had been so overjoyed with the news that he held a feast among our people in Minas Tirith, and he requested to come visit as soon as the child was born. Lord Thranduil also sent greetings that radiated with warmth and genuine happiness for us. Our messenger to the Shire informed us the hobbits were well, and that Sam had married and was expecting his first child as well. It filled my heart with delight to know that Sam had settled down at last. Merry and Pippin sent greeting as well, asking to visit once the child was born.
As each month passed, I was grateful that the regular sickness abated, and my mood improved greatly. I had been most irritable for four months, being cross and harsh with Legolas. He too was relieved when I became more at ease, and told me I radiated with beauty more than ever. When at last my belly began to enlarge and the child began to stir within, I had never seen such child-like joy in Legolas before. Each time he felt the child move and kick, a smile sprang to his eyes. Each night he would speak quietly to the one inside me, words that were not meant for me.
Winter came harsh that year. Great drifts of snow piled around the house, causing the servants to light many fires in the hearths. I was becoming very uncomfortable, burning with heat one moment and freezing the next. Legolas had arranged to have an elven midwife and elven healer live with us after the sixth month. He took every precaution he could think of for my safety. I began to feel a bit sheltered and strangled by all his protection, but I reminded myself of the tragedy we had endured before and how easily our dreams had been trampled. So, I endured.
With the harsh winter came dark memories that haunted my dreams. I thought often of the orcs who had held me, and it often made me lose sleep. I reminded myself that that time was over, yet the fearful dreams would not abate. Legolas held me tightly, often walking with me in the late hours of the night so I would not be alone.
When the eighth month approached, I had become so tired I would rarely leave the house. Winter had mercifully passed on early, bringing a bright and cheerful spring. The season was quite warm from the start, and soon enough I was lounging on the balcony watching the spring ease towards summer. My back ached constantly and the irritability returned. I believed that Legolas was patient, but it was sorely tested. He was growing increasingly nervous since the baby was due to come any time. He was kind enough to sit with me, doing all in his power to make me as comfortable as possible. I often preferred to take long baths scented with hyacinth, for they calmed my nerves.
Summer approached steadily, and soon it was the beginning of June. The twin princes Elladan and Elrohir had come to visit unexpectedly, sent by their father to speak with Legolas. He assured me it was nothing of great importance, only a visit of friendship. Elrohir was greatly amused by the sharp comments I uttered, and gave his old friend much to listen to for it. Elladan was as courteous as before.
The midwife, Andvagorwen, had been preparing me for the past few weeks, wanting the delivery to be as smooth as possible. The healer, Barandil, aided her and also spoke much with Legolas. They had set up a room for me in one of the other bedrooms to be the birthing room, and all the necessities for a child had been taken care of. All I could do was wait for the child to come.
The day was terribly warm, and I was miserable. I walked carefully in the garden, Ithiel by my side in case I were to fall, which was not uncommon for me. A breeze stirred the full trees and flowerbeds, granting a bit of reprieve from the sun's heat, though not enough to make it any more comfortable.
"Where is Legolas?" I asked, holding my belly protectively.
Ithiel smiled a bit, still as beautiful and radiant as the first day we met. "He is practicing his archery with Lords Elladan and Elrohir. I believe Lord Elrohir has tempted your husband into wandering the paths of the mountains."
I sighed. "Between the three of them, I believe I shall lose all patience with men."
She laughed. "Be thankful you have at least some sway over your husband, my Lady. He is intelligent enough not to be a fool."
I felt little movement from the child, silently cursing the weight I had gained that caused me to lean backwards in order to refrain from falling forward. "I have been quite harsh with him, Ithiel, and undeservedly so. I pray he will forgive me once this is over."
Ithiel touched my arm with one hand while running the other through the row of flowers beside her. "I would not worry, my Lady. My Lord knows quite well that you are changed with the pregnancy, and he forgives all you say since he is more concerned with the safety of yourself and the child."
Clenching my teeth a bit, I nodded, absently touching my hair that was piled up on my head. It had grown out nicely, and was below my shoulders now. "There are times when I wish I could make it all go away," I confessed. "As much as we have desired a child, I did not realize how much discomfort was involved."
I stopped walking as a sharp pain rolled through my body, and I gasped, grabbing onto my belly. I felt Ithiel grasp my arm. "What is wrong, my Lady?"
For a moment I did not answer, scrunching my face in an attempt to get past the sudden pain. Just as it seemed it was over, another wave crashed over me. It felt as if part of my body was trying to rip itself apart. I cried out, struggling not to bend over.
"I---I think it's time, Ithiel," I whispered in a strangled voice.
She nodded, attaining a stronger grip on my arm. "Come, my Lady. Let us get you to bed."
I winced against the strong pain that was wracking my body, abating every so often so I could gain breath. I allowed myself to lean against her slight body as she led me back towards the house. Suddenly the short path seemed all too long, too much to walk. I was sweating already, due to the pain or the heat I did not know. I did not care. All I wanted was to lie down and not be on my feet.
As we approached the house, Ithiel spotted several servants. "Fetch Prince Legolas!" she called loudly. "The Lady is having her child. Fetch the midwife and the healer!"
Instantly the servants disappeared, and I felt relief that we at least had trustworthy people.
After much struggle, even after Andvagorwen appeared to assist us, I was laid in bed and changed into a plain white sheath that would allow some comfort. Even with pillows piled behind me, I was uncomfortable and in pain. Ithiel busily followed orders, getting all things in order.
Legolas suddenly burst through the door, just as a strong wave of pain washed over me and I cried out. I shut my eyes, hardly aware of him running up beside me.
"Andariel!"
I lashed out at him, stifling a scream. "You did this! You put me in this agony! Damn you, Legolas!"
His face was stiff with shock, though I could not focus long enough to read his expression. "Andariel," his voice was drained, struggling to remain calm. "Andariel, you must breathe, melamin."
I bit my lip so hard I thought I tasted blood in my mouth, clutching the bed sheets until my hands turned white. Each time the pain abated, I leaned heavily against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. All I wanted was for the pain to go away, allow me to breathe easily for a short time. As I gasped breath in heavily, I looked up at Legolas. He stared down at me with wide eyes, suddenly uncertain as to how to act. I knew that Barandil had warned him of what to expect, but I did not think that Legolas truly was prepared for this. He had seen much war and battle, but a woman in labor was new to him.
I reached out for his hand, and he flinched. If I were not taking a moment to breathe, I would have laughed. "I have never known you to flinch before anything, Legolas. Why do you move away from your wife?"
Legolas swallowed hard and took my hand, his strength flowing into me. His eyes were focused and bright, a small smile creeping over his face. He placed both hands over mine, and I noticed how he seemed somewhat sleep-deprived, even though elves had little need of sleep. "I love you, Andariel," he said quietly. "You have such a great strength within you."
I opened my mouth to reply, when the pain returned. Squeezing my eyes shut, I clung to Legolas' hand as if it were the last sane thing in the world. I cried out, willing the pain to go away.
Andvagorwen said sharply, "My Lord, you must leave now. She is entering the final stage of labor. You cannot be here."
Hands tried to pry my grip off of Legolas' hand, but I would not relent until the midwife said, "Andariel, you must let him go."
I clenched the sheets tightly, watching through the corner of my eye as Legolas was gently shoved out of the room, holding his hand tightly. Sighing heavily, I watched Ithiel as she stood beside me, offering only a comforting smile. I was filled with such strength I felt I could tear apart the bed if I desired to do so.
Andvagorwen knelt before me, her eyes staying upon me at all times as she told me what to do. I screamed loudly, enduring the mind-altering pain that ripped through me. I felt the child within me stirring, moving, and preparing to leave my body. Time had no meaning, and I knew not how long the pain continued. It felt as if weeks were passing in each moment.
I think I broke part of the bed as I pushed, begging the child to leave me. Stars swam in my eyes as Barandil entered the room. I hissed loudly, then screamed again as I used all my effort to push out the child. Suddenly, there was a great release, and the pain stopped. I fell back against the pillows, gasping for breath and weakened to the point I could not raise my arms. I was suddenly aware of the ache in my arms and hands. I closed my eyes, unwilling to do more than simply breathe for a few moments.
Suddenly a tiny cry pierced the air, sending arrows through my heart. I opened my eyes, and slowly raised my head as far as I dared. A tiny bundle lay in Andvagorwen's arms, pink and covered in liquid, limbs flailing in all directions. Relief swept over my like a storm, and I broke into a smile. Ithiel hurriedly held blankets out for the child, as Barandil attended the child.
"What is it?" I asked weakly.
Ithiel looked over at me, her face damp with sweat and her eyes gleaming as only pride can do. "You have a daughter, my Lady," she said.
Tears I had not recognized fell from my eyes and countered the burning of my skin. I leaned backward, straining still to catch a further glimpse of my child. "A daughter," I whispered, overwhelmed with happiness. Suddenly the world seemed smaller, my own personal world that had just been brightened by one tiny star, a little girl.
I watched Ithiel move towards the door as Andvagorwen finally stood beside me, and offered me the little bundle. She smiled, face flushed yet peaceful. "Hold your daughter, my Lady," she said. "Soon she will need her first meal."
Sudden fear filled me, and I tentatively accepted the squirming bundle. My heart exploded in one breath as I looked upon the small face staring back at me. She was perfect; a round face with slightly slanting eyes that were half-closed, a slim nose and perfect little lips that moved silently. Soft pointed ears lay at the sides of her head, gently surrounded by wisps of blonde hair that was matted and wet. She gurgled a bit, and then shifted so her head lay in the crook of my arm, eyes blinking tiredly at me.
I heard the door open, and looked up to see Legolas re-enter the room, his face frozen in amazement. He seemed reluctant to enter, yet it also seemed he yearned to run forward. With a little prod from Andvagorwen, he slowly stepped forward. I offered him a smile, urging him to come.
"Come and see our daughter, my love."
His eyes were very wide as he stepped to my side, gazing down upon the bundle in my arms. "Our daughter," he murmured, barely audible yet filled with love and relief. Legolas bent down and laid a hand upon her small brow, causing the baby to emit a small yawn. He laughed, and then turned to me. Kissing my forehead, he said, "She is as beautiful as you are, a'maelamin. She has your eyes."
"And she has your ears."
He grinned.
"Would you like to hold her?"
Legolas nodded once. There was a bit of fear in his eyes; I felt that even in his long lifetime he was not accustomed to holding infants. I carefully handed the child to him, reluctant to let her out of my arms, and into the safety of her father's embrace. I leaned back heavily as Legolas cradled her as if she would break, staring at her with eyes bright with unshed tears. My heart was complete. We had our family. Nothing else in the world was as important as that small bundle that began to squeal softly, mouth open and hunting for her hand. Legolas made small comforting sounds, though it may have been soft-spoken Elvish. Either way, she calmed a bit, and looked up at him.
"What shall we call her?" he asked quietly.
For several moments, I stared blankly at the two of them. She was beauty and grace personified, a melding of Elves and Men. We had met under such tragic circumstances, and perhaps it would not have occurred without the death of my mother. I could see my mother's elegance and tasteful cheekbones already in the newborn, and I could think of no other way to honor her memory.
"Let us call her Gisele, after my mother."
A smile of understanding curved his lips, reflecting in his eyes. He nodded. "Gisele Greenleaf," he repeated. "Welcome to your home, my daughter."