Legolas and Anuriana - Chapter Two
After their honeymoon and year together of wedded bliss, Legolas and Anuriana decided that maybe it was time to settle down and start a family. They had the full blessing of Legolas's father, the King, and soon all the servants in the castle were sewing baby clothes and decorating a nursery.
One night, Legolas took Anuriana to the tallest tower of the castle. It was a chilly night, and the stars were out in full show.
"Anuriana, I know we haven't shown our love to each other in this kind of way before, but I feel we're ready for it and I know that our children will go on to rule Mirkwood and make it prosperous, and we shall have a wonderful family together," said Legolas, putting his hand on Anuriana's cheek and staring into her eyes.
"Oh Legolas, you always know just what to say," she said, blushing.
Legolas took her by the hand and led her down to his room. He locked the door and picked her up in his arms. He settled her down on the bed, and….well let's just say they had a lot of fun that night.
About six weeks later, one cold April morning, Anuriana started to notice she felt very queasy, and began to notice that she was gradually gaining weight.
She rushed outside into the woods where Legolas was practicing his archery.
"Legolas!" she called to him.
He lowered his bow and turned around.
"Ah, my dearest Anuriana," he said, beaming, "Is there a problem my sweet?"
"Oh no, no problem," she said, smiling, and walking quickly over to him.
She put her arms around his waist and looked up into his eyes.
"Darling, I have some wonderful news," she whispered, her eyes twinkling.
"Yes my dear? And what might that be?"
"I think I'm….I'm…with child."
Legolas's eyes went as wide as two dinner plates and he let out a short girlish squeal.
"You…are you….you're certain?" he shrieked, delighted and shocked.
Anuriana lifted her lace undershirt, took Legolas's hand and put it on her stomach. He could feel two pulses.
He gasped, and hugged Anuriana and kissed her several times.
They went back into the castle and informed the King, who was ecstatic at the prospect of being a grandfather.
And so, 8 months later, Anuriana gave birth to the tiniest baby you have ever seen. It (or should I say he) was born with a full head of blonde curls and sparkling green eyes - in fact he looked exaclty like Legolas and almost nothing like Anriana, except he hadn't been born with Legolas's elf ears.
They decided to name him Aníron, meaning desire, for he would certainly grow up to be a very desirable young man.
On the eve of Aníron's third birthday, Anuriana went up to his nursery to pick out some clothes for him.
"Aníron darling, it's time for your party!" she whispered gleefully, creeping over to the cot.
But Aníron wasn't making any noises, or snoring in peaceful sleep, or even breathing at all.
Anuriana rushed over to the cot and was horrified to see there was no baby there at all, but a life-size doll.
"Legolas!! Legolas!! Hurry!!" she yelled down the stairs from the nursery door. She fell to her knees in tears and looked towards the window. It was wide open, with a rope made from bed-sheets cascading down the side of the castle. A cold, harsh wind was making the thin linen curtains flap about in a distressed manner.
Legolas rushed into the room and quickly realised the severity of the situation.
"Legolas, he's…he's…he's been kidnapped."
After their honeymoon and year together of wedded bliss, Legolas and Anuriana decided that maybe it was time to settle down and start a family. They had the full blessing of Legolas's father, the King, and soon all the servants in the castle were sewing baby clothes and decorating a nursery.
One night, Legolas took Anuriana to the tallest tower of the castle. It was a chilly night, and the stars were out in full show.
"Anuriana, I know we haven't shown our love to each other in this kind of way before, but I feel we're ready for it and I know that our children will go on to rule Mirkwood and make it prosperous, and we shall have a wonderful family together," said Legolas, putting his hand on Anuriana's cheek and staring into her eyes.
"Oh Legolas, you always know just what to say," she said, blushing.
Legolas took her by the hand and led her down to his room. He locked the door and picked her up in his arms. He settled her down on the bed, and….well let's just say they had a lot of fun that night.
About six weeks later, one cold April morning, Anuriana started to notice she felt very queasy, and began to notice that she was gradually gaining weight.
She rushed outside into the woods where Legolas was practicing his archery.
"Legolas!" she called to him.
He lowered his bow and turned around.
"Ah, my dearest Anuriana," he said, beaming, "Is there a problem my sweet?"
"Oh no, no problem," she said, smiling, and walking quickly over to him.
She put her arms around his waist and looked up into his eyes.
"Darling, I have some wonderful news," she whispered, her eyes twinkling.
"Yes my dear? And what might that be?"
"I think I'm….I'm…with child."
Legolas's eyes went as wide as two dinner plates and he let out a short girlish squeal.
"You…are you….you're certain?" he shrieked, delighted and shocked.
Anuriana lifted her lace undershirt, took Legolas's hand and put it on her stomach. He could feel two pulses.
He gasped, and hugged Anuriana and kissed her several times.
They went back into the castle and informed the King, who was ecstatic at the prospect of being a grandfather.
And so, 8 months later, Anuriana gave birth to the tiniest baby you have ever seen. It (or should I say he) was born with a full head of blonde curls and sparkling green eyes - in fact he looked exaclty like Legolas and almost nothing like Anriana, except he hadn't been born with Legolas's elf ears.
They decided to name him Aníron, meaning desire, for he would certainly grow up to be a very desirable young man.
On the eve of Aníron's third birthday, Anuriana went up to his nursery to pick out some clothes for him.
"Aníron darling, it's time for your party!" she whispered gleefully, creeping over to the cot.
But Aníron wasn't making any noises, or snoring in peaceful sleep, or even breathing at all.
Anuriana rushed over to the cot and was horrified to see there was no baby there at all, but a life-size doll.
"Legolas!! Legolas!! Hurry!!" she yelled down the stairs from the nursery door. She fell to her knees in tears and looked towards the window. It was wide open, with a rope made from bed-sheets cascading down the side of the castle. A cold, harsh wind was making the thin linen curtains flap about in a distressed manner.
Legolas rushed into the room and quickly realised the severity of the situation.
"Legolas, he's…he's…he's been kidnapped."