This story is a combined effort of Urebriviel and Belle Bing. If you like this story, check out some of our other stuff. Please read and review, and all flames will be used to cook our dinner. We do not own Lord of the Rings, nor do we make any money off it. The song/poem featured in this chapter entitled "Lessons of the Heart" belongs to Urebriviel. It came out of her consciousness, and it is the only part of this story that belongs to either of us, so please do not use the lyrics without her permission.

*~*Belle Bing and Urebriviel*~*

As the mother looked at her child, she smiled. It had been a long nine-hour labour and the result; well the result was a beautiful girl. A beautiful green-eyed elf.

The mother was weakened, and the after effects of the labour should have been wearing out by now, but they weren't. At the time however, the mother didn't care. She was now a parent.

The mother continued to look at her daughter as her husband walked into the room. Lifting up her head, the women gazed into the grey eyes of her husband.

"It's a girl." She whispered, too weak to speak any louder.

The man lovingly smiled at his wife. He walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"What shall we call her?" He asked.

"Maewyn."

"Then Maewyn it is." The man gently scooped his daughter out of his wife's arms.

"Hello Maewyn, my beautiful elf." He whispered to the sleeping child.

The baby slowly opened her emerald green eyes and gazed into the eyes of her father. She scrunched up her face and went red.

The male elf instantly paled, and quickly handed the baby over to his wife.

"I think she's going to cry. Here you take her." The man offered as the child let out a wail.

His wife shook her head.

"No, you have to learn." She insisted.

"But," the man said over the baby's crying.

"No. It will be all right. You look after her."

"But I don't know how."

"You'll learn."

The man looked down at his daughter and gently rocked her. It didn't work. The man gently bobbed up and down. It didn't work. The baby continued to cry.

The man looked to his wife unsure of what to do.

"What do I do?" he asked.

"Think." She replied.

The man stood thinking while the baby kept on crying. Suddenly a thought came to him. He looked down at his daughter again, and whilst rocking her he began to sing.

The trees will grow, upon the earth.

The river will flow down a hill.

Into a valley into our heart this is where we will meet.

This is where we will never part. This is the beginning, this is the start

The man continued to sing making up words to his song.

The valley thou is the beginning. But we will last till the end.

For I am only learning. Lessons of time. Lessons of love. Lessons of the heart.

Will it last till the end? Will it survive? For all I now know is a moment. A moment when you were mine.

The man then looked down at his daughter. Maewyn was sound asleep. He looked at his wife contently.

"Why not spend some time with her?" She suggested.

He looked at her concernedly. "Will you be all right?" He asked.

"Go and spend some time with her." She pressed.

Her husband nodded slightly as he left her side.

Knowing that she would not last the night, she gave them this one moment of happiness.

"Everything happens for a reason and you cannot change that. Namárië." She whispered to herself as she felt her life begin to fade. She was haemorrhaging. She was going to pass over and she was glad her husband now had one to live for.