Chapter 5
The exchanging of the rings took part and at the end of wedding ceremony, Thala and Thranduil kissed the purest of kisses that an elf could partake in. After the wedding was over, the many festivities set to celebrate the marriage began. There was a grand feast upon which Thranduil and Thala received many gifts from their people, the people of the Woodland Realm. All the Elves ate and became merry as an order from the young king himself. Following the feast, Thala and Thranduil went for a walk next to the palace's flowing stream, which glittered in the moonlight. They stopped before a balcony looking out onto a lake, which a mile or two away. Before they once more kissed, Thala took Thranduil's hand and put it upon her stomach, which carried her soon to be born child. "What shall we name our son?" Thala asked, caressing the hand of her husband. " Our son shall be named after the great forest, from whence I was born. We shall name the unborn child Legolas, after the green leaves that shadow this place," Thranduil said smiling, for his new bride was more beautiful and stunning than ever before his eyes.
With the passing of the months, Thala grew larger with the son of the king in her womb. She grew ever attractive, her cheeks rosier, her body with a new elven glow that only graced certain elves. And so it came, on the 9th day of Solmath, Thala went into labor and gave birth to the king's first son, Legolas. Thranduil had paced outside of the door, growing more anxious with the screams of his birthing wife. Finally, when the news came, he burst into the room with silent tears to see his son. Legolas, the little baby lying oddly silent in his mother's arms, looked at his father. His eyes were as blue as the cave-lakes of Ithilien, and he smiled sweetly. This was Thranduil's happiest day and moment in his immortal life.
Legolas grew with the coming seasons, and Thranduil's and Thala's love grew. Archery was being taught to the now 4-year-old Legolas, whose blonde hair was just creeping past his broad shoulders. Everything in life was good until the one day, just 3 days from midsummer's eve...
The exchanging of the rings took part and at the end of wedding ceremony, Thala and Thranduil kissed the purest of kisses that an elf could partake in. After the wedding was over, the many festivities set to celebrate the marriage began. There was a grand feast upon which Thranduil and Thala received many gifts from their people, the people of the Woodland Realm. All the Elves ate and became merry as an order from the young king himself. Following the feast, Thala and Thranduil went for a walk next to the palace's flowing stream, which glittered in the moonlight. They stopped before a balcony looking out onto a lake, which a mile or two away. Before they once more kissed, Thala took Thranduil's hand and put it upon her stomach, which carried her soon to be born child. "What shall we name our son?" Thala asked, caressing the hand of her husband. " Our son shall be named after the great forest, from whence I was born. We shall name the unborn child Legolas, after the green leaves that shadow this place," Thranduil said smiling, for his new bride was more beautiful and stunning than ever before his eyes.
With the passing of the months, Thala grew larger with the son of the king in her womb. She grew ever attractive, her cheeks rosier, her body with a new elven glow that only graced certain elves. And so it came, on the 9th day of Solmath, Thala went into labor and gave birth to the king's first son, Legolas. Thranduil had paced outside of the door, growing more anxious with the screams of his birthing wife. Finally, when the news came, he burst into the room with silent tears to see his son. Legolas, the little baby lying oddly silent in his mother's arms, looked at his father. His eyes were as blue as the cave-lakes of Ithilien, and he smiled sweetly. This was Thranduil's happiest day and moment in his immortal life.
Legolas grew with the coming seasons, and Thranduil's and Thala's love grew. Archery was being taught to the now 4-year-old Legolas, whose blonde hair was just creeping past his broad shoulders. Everything in life was good until the one day, just 3 days from midsummer's eve...