***
The journey from Rivendell to Mirkwood had been as uneventful as the journey from Mirkwood to Rivendell. She rode with the men that had accompanied her there. She was scared, she had good reason to be, she was with child. She felt it growing inside of her...part of her longed for it to be Legolas' but another part of her kept saying...you know it cannot, the timing is out...
She reached the elvenking's halls on March 3rd. She was welcomed with all the formality...how much nicer, she thought, if Legolas were here.
A week later, the dawn did not come. She feared for Legolas. Time seemed to pass slowly, Celeborn came, met with Thranduil. Loswen began to show and on October 15th her child was born, the date helped with nothing, it could have been 2 weeks later or early.
Never had Loswen felt so much pain, she was ready to throttle Legolas... Glorfindel... whichever one of them it was.
News reached them that Legolas, indeed, had survived the battle and that the ring had been destroyed. All news was glad, although the months rolled on and by the time the child was two and a half months old, a year since Legolas had departed and the halls were in uproar. He was returning! Legolas had been spotted with a dwarf on the eastern borders of Mirkwood!
Loswen looked down at the child in its cradle, it's golden hair shining. This was the only clue that the child might not be Legolas'. Its hair shone gold with silver speckles. Both Loswen and Legolas had silver hair, although Loswen's mother had had golden hair.
Her name was the choice of the father, so today her child would finally have a name, instead of simply precious.
Loswen lifted her child and descended the stairs to meet Legolas. The man standing in-front of her did not seem the same man who had left. He held in his eyes the look that Elrond, Glorfindel and others held, those who had seen great battles. When he saw the child in her arms, his faced brightened. Legolas dismounted the horse, almost forgetting to help the dwarf, whom she recognised as Gimli, down.
He looked at the child and then at Loswen, he was dumbfounded.
"You never told me you wanted a child," he whispered so quietly that only Loswen heard him.
Gimli looked over at the child, and interrupted, "What is her name?"
Loswen looked up, spent a year with an elf and still does not know the customs, "she has no name yet."
"Why? Surely she is a few months old."
"Aye, she is, nearly three, to be precise, it is the elven custom for the father to name the child, the mothers name is given later."
Legolas smiled, looked at her once more and said, "Mirglor."
Loswen smiled, yes, that name suited her, 'golden jewel'.
***
Gimli left after two months, the people of the halls never did seem to warm to him. Loswen sat, singing quietly to her child, the five month old had shining green eyes and reminded Loswen of herself. The sun shone in through the window and lit up her head, there was something Legolas was keeping from her…and she feared that it was the personal shadow, now the other one had been destroyed. She turned around,
"What is it Legolas?"
He sighed, he longed for the sea…he longed to make Ithilien beautiful once more. Something hung over Loswen as well, perhaps it was her longing to see Middle-Earth.
"I…we must talk."
"What is it that troubles you?"
"It is a longing, like your longing to see Middle-Earth…" he told her about Ithilien, he told her about Galadriel's words and the gulls by the river.
Loswen was stunned…he wanted to leave Mirkwood? Perhaps this was the shadow that she had feared, she wanted to see Middle-Earth but she was not sure if she was ready to leave Mirkwood for good. And then came the troubling matter of him wanting to leave, over the sea. Finally, she told him what was troubling her,
"Before I knew of the perils that were laid out before us, I was grieved. I saw only doubt in all of your face, but I knew not its cause. I perceived that this…shadow would leave my mind and be replaced with a more…personal and painful one. And it happened, the shadow was destroyed, and you come back to me…changed. I fear that this is the shadow I feared. Over desires conflict, I wish to see Middle-Earth and am not ready to leave Mirkwood whereas you want to move to Ithilien and soon leave Middle-Earth. Alas, I love Mirglor, yet she means I cannot travel Middle-Earth, not immediately any way."
There was no simple solution to this problem, there was no quick fix, then Legolas asked.
"Would you move to Ithilien with me, we could where ever you wanted on our journey. You would see some of Middle-Earth and we, together, could mend some of Ithilien's woes."
Loswen sighed, t'was a compromise. "I suppose so, but we cannot leave for at least three years, Mirglor is still too young to travel."
And that was it, she was going to Ithilien, a land where it rarely snowed.
***
A/N God, there's such little time for all this to happen, dammit.
Does anyone who's reading this think I should leave Glorfindel on Middle-Earth or send him with the Ring-Bearers, cause I woulda guessed he woulda gone with them. well?
The journey from Rivendell to Mirkwood had been as uneventful as the journey from Mirkwood to Rivendell. She rode with the men that had accompanied her there. She was scared, she had good reason to be, she was with child. She felt it growing inside of her...part of her longed for it to be Legolas' but another part of her kept saying...you know it cannot, the timing is out...
She reached the elvenking's halls on March 3rd. She was welcomed with all the formality...how much nicer, she thought, if Legolas were here.
A week later, the dawn did not come. She feared for Legolas. Time seemed to pass slowly, Celeborn came, met with Thranduil. Loswen began to show and on October 15th her child was born, the date helped with nothing, it could have been 2 weeks later or early.
Never had Loswen felt so much pain, she was ready to throttle Legolas... Glorfindel... whichever one of them it was.
News reached them that Legolas, indeed, had survived the battle and that the ring had been destroyed. All news was glad, although the months rolled on and by the time the child was two and a half months old, a year since Legolas had departed and the halls were in uproar. He was returning! Legolas had been spotted with a dwarf on the eastern borders of Mirkwood!
Loswen looked down at the child in its cradle, it's golden hair shining. This was the only clue that the child might not be Legolas'. Its hair shone gold with silver speckles. Both Loswen and Legolas had silver hair, although Loswen's mother had had golden hair.
Her name was the choice of the father, so today her child would finally have a name, instead of simply precious.
Loswen lifted her child and descended the stairs to meet Legolas. The man standing in-front of her did not seem the same man who had left. He held in his eyes the look that Elrond, Glorfindel and others held, those who had seen great battles. When he saw the child in her arms, his faced brightened. Legolas dismounted the horse, almost forgetting to help the dwarf, whom she recognised as Gimli, down.
He looked at the child and then at Loswen, he was dumbfounded.
"You never told me you wanted a child," he whispered so quietly that only Loswen heard him.
Gimli looked over at the child, and interrupted, "What is her name?"
Loswen looked up, spent a year with an elf and still does not know the customs, "she has no name yet."
"Why? Surely she is a few months old."
"Aye, she is, nearly three, to be precise, it is the elven custom for the father to name the child, the mothers name is given later."
Legolas smiled, looked at her once more and said, "Mirglor."
Loswen smiled, yes, that name suited her, 'golden jewel'.
***
Gimli left after two months, the people of the halls never did seem to warm to him. Loswen sat, singing quietly to her child, the five month old had shining green eyes and reminded Loswen of herself. The sun shone in through the window and lit up her head, there was something Legolas was keeping from her…and she feared that it was the personal shadow, now the other one had been destroyed. She turned around,
"What is it Legolas?"
He sighed, he longed for the sea…he longed to make Ithilien beautiful once more. Something hung over Loswen as well, perhaps it was her longing to see Middle-Earth.
"I…we must talk."
"What is it that troubles you?"
"It is a longing, like your longing to see Middle-Earth…" he told her about Ithilien, he told her about Galadriel's words and the gulls by the river.
Loswen was stunned…he wanted to leave Mirkwood? Perhaps this was the shadow that she had feared, she wanted to see Middle-Earth but she was not sure if she was ready to leave Mirkwood for good. And then came the troubling matter of him wanting to leave, over the sea. Finally, she told him what was troubling her,
"Before I knew of the perils that were laid out before us, I was grieved. I saw only doubt in all of your face, but I knew not its cause. I perceived that this…shadow would leave my mind and be replaced with a more…personal and painful one. And it happened, the shadow was destroyed, and you come back to me…changed. I fear that this is the shadow I feared. Over desires conflict, I wish to see Middle-Earth and am not ready to leave Mirkwood whereas you want to move to Ithilien and soon leave Middle-Earth. Alas, I love Mirglor, yet she means I cannot travel Middle-Earth, not immediately any way."
There was no simple solution to this problem, there was no quick fix, then Legolas asked.
"Would you move to Ithilien with me, we could where ever you wanted on our journey. You would see some of Middle-Earth and we, together, could mend some of Ithilien's woes."
Loswen sighed, t'was a compromise. "I suppose so, but we cannot leave for at least three years, Mirglor is still too young to travel."
And that was it, she was going to Ithilien, a land where it rarely snowed.
***
A/N God, there's such little time for all this to happen, dammit.
Does anyone who's reading this think I should leave Glorfindel on Middle-Earth or send him with the Ring-Bearers, cause I woulda guessed he woulda gone with them. well?