A/N: It took me forever!!! I know!!! But it's up finally!! I'm nearly done and the next few chapters are going to be covering a good few years.
Ainulindalë lay in bed with a dagger under her pillow. She breathed with shallow breath as she stared up at the ceiling. The wedding night was what she feared. This would be the first time she would refuse Brilthor and she would use force if she had to.
The doorknob slowly turned and she heard the mechanism click open to admit him. A shard of light grew and crept across the floor. She stilled her breathing and feigned sleep as he came in like a panther ready for the kill. She heard him drop the shirt as he walked slowly to the bed. He pulled on the blanket but she would not let it budge.
"Ainulindalë," he spoke hoarsely. "It's our wedding night."
"You are wrong! Nothing special happened today and tonight is just like any other night, filled with hatred towards you!" She said icily.
"You are my wife and as such, I expect you to obey me!"
"As I say time and time again, what you expect is not always what you get! Besides we did not exchange life crystals, we are not bound!" She said almost triumphantly.
Brilthor got onto the bed and ripped the front of her night shift from throat to navel. In an instant, Ainulindalë grabbed the dagger out from under her pillow and had it in a very compromising position for Brilthor.
"You will leave now, or you will become one of those whom you treat so badly."
He made an angry sort of growl and climbed off the bed. Ainulindalë gathered the ripped remnants of her night shift tight around her body. He picked up and put on his shirt that he had dropped to the floor.
"We are not finished yet," he vowed as he stopped in the doorway then he left.
"That's what you think," she said as he closed the door.
* * *
Slowly, the days crawled by into weeks and the weeks turned to months. Ainulindalë never let Brilthor touch her, though he tried again on many occasions but was met with her dagger. He gave up, eventually, the pursuit of his 'wife' and took to the servants who gave themselves willingly.
As the months passed the small elf grew inside of Ainulindalë and soon after, made itself known. It became gossip amongst the servants for they heard the fights that Brilthor and Ainulindalë had. They also knew that she refused to let him into her bed. They knew he wasn't the father and were scandalized by the prospect. But still, Ainulindalë kept her head held high.
* * *
"Ah!" Ainulindalë moaned as a contraction tore though her abdomen.
"Come on, Ainulindalë! Just a few more contractions and you should be ready to push," the mid wife informed her.
"Just a little longer," Hanak said gently as she mopped Ainulindalë's forehead with a cool damp cloth.
Ainulindalë lied in a small bed made specially for delivering elflings. She was in a fresh white shift that was soaked with sweat. Her ebony hair was sticking to her face. Tear slid down her face from pain and from the knowledge that Legolas would never be able to see his child being born nor watch the child grow up.
"Alright, you're ready to push," said the mid wife after a final check. Hanak took Ainulindalë's hand.
It took twenty minutes but the small being was in the world crying full force.
"It's a boy!" cried the mid wife as she placed the child in a blanket and put him in Ainulindalë's arms.
"What is his name?" Hanak asked quietly.
"Rumíl," Ainulindalë whispered as she gazed in wonderment at her son. "Rumíl Greenleaf."
"You mean Saralondë, madam?" The mid wife asked suddenly formal.
Saralondë was Brilthor's last name. It was the name that Ainulindalë had to take when they were 'married'. Of course it was Legolas's last name, for Ainulindalë's maiden name was Carrain.
"No," Ainulindalë said firmly. "His name is Rumíl Greenleaf, is there a problem with this?"
"No, madam," the mid wife said as she picked up her things and left.
No doubt she was going to start the twitters about the beautiful blonde baby Rumíl and his royal last name. They knew Brilthor was not the father for sure because he and Ainulindalë both have ebony hair.
"Ainulindalë! She was positively scandalized!" Hanak laughed as the mid wife shut the door.
"I don't care! There is no possible was I will give Legolas's son that bastards last name!" Ainulindalë shouted which woke Rumíl and he promptly began to cry. "Oh Rumíl… Shhh… It's all right, little one… Shh…" She cooed as she rocked her child.
Disclaimer: Tolkien everything you recognise from his writings… Anything else is mine!
A/N: HE"S BORN!!!! Yay… and I named him Rumíl! After my second favourite elf's brother… Hehehe… Anyway, if you could find it in your heart to drop a struggling writer a review said writer would be sooooo grateful!!! Anyway, I hope you liked it!! Thanks for reading and reviewing!!! Luv Gia