~*~A/N: This is a fic dedicated to the prettiest dead elf ever. I do not
own the Elves of Lothlorien or Middle Earth, I'm sorry to say. They're all
Tolkien's.~*~
The Lorien woods were glowing in the summer dusk, laughter and sunlight bouncing off the trees. Everywhere, Elves were talking, sharing the good news with their friends and loved ones. Foods were being made in preperation for a great celebration, and children played energetically in the safety of the forest.
Alatariel Lalaith had been born.
The inhabitants of the Woodland Realm had awaited this day in anticipation. A celebration was to follow, for the second child of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel was said to bring happiness and love to all her people. Lalaith, she was called; Laughter at its highest. She was named so, for when she passed into the world from her mother's womb, she did not wail, but laughed. That laughter spread throughout the land like a plague, announcing her entrance and her gift.
Lady Celebrian was sharing a double joy this season, as she experienced the birth of a sister, and the birth of her own daughter, Arwen Undomiel, with her husband Lord Elrond, of Rivendell. She had arrived with baby Arwen and Elrond only a few days before, and served as a nurse for her mother. Long had been the days since Celebrian had lived in Lothlorien, and she was glad that her parents now had someone else to love and cherish, just as she had been many years ago. Her heart soared as she sat with her mother and father now in front of their subjects, holding her newborn sister.
And standing in the corner of the room was an awkward blonde haired boy, staring in awe at the tiny bundle in his Lady's arms.
The Lorien woods were glowing in the summer dusk, laughter and sunlight bouncing off the trees. Everywhere, Elves were talking, sharing the good news with their friends and loved ones. Foods were being made in preperation for a great celebration, and children played energetically in the safety of the forest.
Alatariel Lalaith had been born.
The inhabitants of the Woodland Realm had awaited this day in anticipation. A celebration was to follow, for the second child of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel was said to bring happiness and love to all her people. Lalaith, she was called; Laughter at its highest. She was named so, for when she passed into the world from her mother's womb, she did not wail, but laughed. That laughter spread throughout the land like a plague, announcing her entrance and her gift.
Lady Celebrian was sharing a double joy this season, as she experienced the birth of a sister, and the birth of her own daughter, Arwen Undomiel, with her husband Lord Elrond, of Rivendell. She had arrived with baby Arwen and Elrond only a few days before, and served as a nurse for her mother. Long had been the days since Celebrian had lived in Lothlorien, and she was glad that her parents now had someone else to love and cherish, just as she had been many years ago. Her heart soared as she sat with her mother and father now in front of their subjects, holding her newborn sister.
And standing in the corner of the room was an awkward blonde haired boy, staring in awe at the tiny bundle in his Lady's arms.