A/N:  Yes, it took me a while… And for that I apologise… I strongly suggest listening to 'Sweet Ones' by Sara Slean while

The night was dark, cold and eerily silent.  There was a storm on the way.  One could even smell it on the air.  Thunder rolled across the sky and woke Rumíl.  He was crying loudly and as Ainulindalë was pulling on her robe, Brilthor banged on the door. 

"Shut that thing up!" He shouted to her.  She scowled at the door and walked over to her son.  She picked him up out of his crib and began to sing…

Deep within the stillness…

I can hear you speak…

You're still an inspiration…

Can it be?

That you are mine…

Forever loved…

And you are watching over me…

From up above…

Are you gently sleeping…

Here inside my dreams?

And isn't faith believing…

All power can't be seen?

As my heart holds you…

Just one beat away…

I cherish all you've gave me…

Everyday…

'Cause you are my…

Forever love…

Watching me from up above…

And I believe…

That, angels breath…

And that love will live on…

And never leave…

Fly me up to where you are…

Beyond the distant stars…

I wish upon tonight to see you smile…

If only for a while…

A breath away is not far…

I know you're there…

A breath away is not far…

To where you are…

She was walking around the room as she sang, gently rocking Rumíl in her arms.  Rumíl began to calm down and eventually fell back to sleep.

*        *         *

Legolas sat on his balcony looking out across the moon lit Mirkwood.  He had just finished singing the song he now called 'My Beloved'.  Tears still fell down his pale cheeks just thinking about Ainulindalë.  Even though it had been a year, love had hit him hard and he still missed her very much.  Little did he know, that both of them had just finished singing their first son to sleep.

Legolas sighed, stood up and walked into his room.  It began to rain just as he climbed into bed.  The sound was soothing and he was beginning to doze off with the sound, when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," he called quietly as he propped himself up against the headboard of his bed.  The door gently opened and in stepped Elemmiire.  "Hello…"

"Hey," Elemmiire said quietly.  He had a bowl with soup in it for Legolas.   "You didn't come down for dinner, so I brought you up some."

"Thank you," Legolas smiled weakly, "but I fear I will not find my appetite this night."

"I know.  I heard you singing," Elemmiire pointed out and Legolas blushed slightly. "But it was worth a shot.  Besides, I've just finished my shift."

Elemmiire set the bowl of soup onto Legolas's writing desk and then sat down at the end of his bed.

"So… How are you holding up?" Elemmiire asked concerned.  Legolas had been pent up in his room for the good part of a year and everyone was worried about him.  He knew Legolas was only still alive because he held onto the notion that Ainulindalë may yet return.

"Well, as well as I can, given the circumstances," Legolas answered softly

Disclaimer:  Tolkien owns anything recognisable… I own anything else… Josh Groban owns the song…

A/N:  So, how was that?  Anyway, tell me what you think!  Thanks for reading… and reviewing!  Thanks again, Luv Gia