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Early next morning, Figwit woke up, to the feelings of arms...arms? He got up, and found Antonia had mistaken him for Legolas. He smiled, she was beautiful too...but not as beautiful as Ana. She could never be.
He looked around the room. There, was Arwen and Aragorn, looking very content in each other's arms. Boromir had fallen for Lori, and she had fallen asleep on his lap. The night before, he walked around after her for over a hour, quoteing love poems, and singing love songs. And on the floor, with a dark haired she-elf, was Haldir. Legolas was gone, but he suspected he'd probally woken with someone attached to him as well.
But Ana was not there. Figwit walked outside, and bumped into Jalinania. She smiled, and hugged him.
"Cormamin lindua ele lle" //My heart sings to see thee.//
"Begone." He started off.
"Oh, if your looking for Ana, she stabbed herself with a knife. I hear she is close to death." Jalinania called. "Terribly sad really."
A cold chill went through Figwit, and he hurried away, towards their chambers. Galadriel stood waiting there for him.
"Lord Malfanaion." She took his arm. "Come with me please."
His heart sank as they approched the healer's hall. In a private room, Ana lay, her golden hair spread around her pale face. Two cribs were in the room, a healer sat by one, the otherone was unattended.
"Celon! The boy needs attending." Galdrial shooed her away from the crib, and she went back to the other one.
Figwit peered in slowly, fearing what he would see. To his relif, a little baby lay there, newborn and weak, but alive.
"Your firstborn, a little girl." Galdriel picked her up, and gave her to her father. "Blessed to be alive, after Ana's attack."
"Attacked? Jalinania told me she did it herself..." Figwit trailed off, as the little girl's hand curled around his finger.
"Lady Jalinania told you a lie Figwit." Legolas came in, from a back room. He came over, and traced the girl's pointed ears, smiling. "Antonia was mumbling about her stomach being stabbed again, so I came here for painkilling herbs. I thought it was Antonia, but she must have felt it."
Figwit collapsed in the chair beside Ana, and stared at his daughter. "My daughter...she isn't hurt?"
"No."
"There were twins..."
Galdrail nodded. "The boy is here. But he was hurt..."
Figwit lay the baby next to its still mother, and walked slowly to the other crib. A little boy, missing a arm, lay there, pale and still, like his mother.
"A boy..." He breathed, and smiled as it yawned.
"He should heal in time, but lack a arm for the rest of his life."
"It is a small price to pay." Figwit looked back to Ana. "And Ana?"
"We don't know."
Legolas walked out, as Figwit lay next to her, the baby girl on his chest. He looked up at her. "My iell." //My daughter//
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Antonia ran, her wound forgotten, as fast as she could to the healers hall, followed by Lori and Legolas.
Figwit hadn't moved. He looked up and smiled sadly.
"No movement as of yet." He answered Antonia's questian before she could ask it. "I was thinking Isilme-wilwarin for the girl. Do you think Ana would like it?"
"What does it mean?"
"Moonlight Butterfly."
"She'll love it." Antonia sat next to Ana, and took a cool hand in hers. She remembered how once, Ana had done this as she lay, dead to the world. Lori sat in front of her, and took the other hand. "Lori?"
"Yes?"
"For tradition sake, we have some work to do today." Antonia stood. "Ana will kill us if we don't do something."
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Reveiwer Poll:
Should Ana die?
Should the boy die?
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Early next morning, Figwit woke up, to the feelings of arms...arms? He got up, and found Antonia had mistaken him for Legolas. He smiled, she was beautiful too...but not as beautiful as Ana. She could never be.
He looked around the room. There, was Arwen and Aragorn, looking very content in each other's arms. Boromir had fallen for Lori, and she had fallen asleep on his lap. The night before, he walked around after her for over a hour, quoteing love poems, and singing love songs. And on the floor, with a dark haired she-elf, was Haldir. Legolas was gone, but he suspected he'd probally woken with someone attached to him as well.
But Ana was not there. Figwit walked outside, and bumped into Jalinania. She smiled, and hugged him.
"Cormamin lindua ele lle" //My heart sings to see thee.//
"Begone." He started off.
"Oh, if your looking for Ana, she stabbed herself with a knife. I hear she is close to death." Jalinania called. "Terribly sad really."
A cold chill went through Figwit, and he hurried away, towards their chambers. Galadriel stood waiting there for him.
"Lord Malfanaion." She took his arm. "Come with me please."
His heart sank as they approched the healer's hall. In a private room, Ana lay, her golden hair spread around her pale face. Two cribs were in the room, a healer sat by one, the otherone was unattended.
"Celon! The boy needs attending." Galdrial shooed her away from the crib, and she went back to the other one.
Figwit peered in slowly, fearing what he would see. To his relif, a little baby lay there, newborn and weak, but alive.
"Your firstborn, a little girl." Galdriel picked her up, and gave her to her father. "Blessed to be alive, after Ana's attack."
"Attacked? Jalinania told me she did it herself..." Figwit trailed off, as the little girl's hand curled around his finger.
"Lady Jalinania told you a lie Figwit." Legolas came in, from a back room. He came over, and traced the girl's pointed ears, smiling. "Antonia was mumbling about her stomach being stabbed again, so I came here for painkilling herbs. I thought it was Antonia, but she must have felt it."
Figwit collapsed in the chair beside Ana, and stared at his daughter. "My daughter...she isn't hurt?"
"No."
"There were twins..."
Galdrail nodded. "The boy is here. But he was hurt..."
Figwit lay the baby next to its still mother, and walked slowly to the other crib. A little boy, missing a arm, lay there, pale and still, like his mother.
"A boy..." He breathed, and smiled as it yawned.
"He should heal in time, but lack a arm for the rest of his life."
"It is a small price to pay." Figwit looked back to Ana. "And Ana?"
"We don't know."
Legolas walked out, as Figwit lay next to her, the baby girl on his chest. He looked up at her. "My iell." //My daughter//
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Antonia ran, her wound forgotten, as fast as she could to the healers hall, followed by Lori and Legolas.
Figwit hadn't moved. He looked up and smiled sadly.
"No movement as of yet." He answered Antonia's questian before she could ask it. "I was thinking Isilme-wilwarin for the girl. Do you think Ana would like it?"
"What does it mean?"
"Moonlight Butterfly."
"She'll love it." Antonia sat next to Ana, and took a cool hand in hers. She remembered how once, Ana had done this as she lay, dead to the world. Lori sat in front of her, and took the other hand. "Lori?"
"Yes?"
"For tradition sake, we have some work to do today." Antonia stood. "Ana will kill us if we don't do something."
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Reveiwer Poll:
Should Ana die?
Should the boy die?