A/N (I hate these) : Ok, forget all that, the plan has changed, Legolas and Glorfindel...won't meet. *grumbles at friend* dam you, ok, ok, you're right, it'll be better...and it'll mean the thing'll have an ending. *g*
Loswen settled into the rooms that they would temporarily be staying in. Such a docile child Mirglor was. Tiny elven eyes studied each of the things in the room, this was her first time staying in the company of humans. All the stone around her made her shudder slightly, Mirglor had been traveling Middle-Earth with her parents for the last two years, sleeping inside would be a strange affair. There was a knock, someone's at the door.
Loswen got up and opened the door, it was Arwen. Mirglor watched the conversation unfold. They were talking about something...something golden...golden hair. The two women in front of her had brown hair and silver hair, she looked at her own hair, her hair was golden, something in the child's mind said...ada's isn't. The were talking again, her mother was looking at the other women, the pretty one, pleading. What was she pleading, something about the hair, no, it was hair, it was the name of a person...and his hair! They were speaking in Westron, Mirglor just about understood Elvish properly. This was definitely a name, it was in Elvish, Glorfindel, golden-haired.
Arwen finished her sentence, she knew Westron was not that easy for Loswen, but Mirglor was present and although her speech was slow and somewhat thoughtful she could understand every word that was said around her. After her conversation with Loswen ended she scorned Glorfindel, he should have seen sense. Arwen did not scorn him so much for sleeping with Loswen, more for not realising the state that she was in. Arwen remembered Loswen's crying after the fellowship had departed. The silly Elf-Lord, sometimes he's too companionate, too caring and lets his emotions get in the way of reason. Arwen sighed exasperatedly, she looked over to the child gazing at them. Ah what a beautiful babe! She was thinking, all she could recognise was a name, Glorfindel, golden haired. Mirglor was still referring to her as 'the pretty lady'.
Arwen went over to the place where Mirglor was looking at them, Loswen regarded her. She truly is the Evenstar of our people, Loswen thought, such a shame we must loose her to the race of man. Arwen picked up the child, "would the princess of Mirkwood like to know my name...?" She asked.
Mirglor nodded. From the other side of the room Loswen, seeing the child's reaction answered, "she is Queen of Gondor and Arnor, Lady of Rivendell, Undomiel of our people and one that we owe a lot." Loswen finished quietly.
Arwen smiled and scrunched her nose, she addressed Mirglor, "Which do you prefer, Princess of Mirkwood or Mirglor?"
Mirglor quietly whispered, "M'glor."
"Well then you shall call me Arwen, for that is my name as Mirglor is yours."
Mirglor smiled and repeated, "A'wen."
***
Aragorn was sitting in the gardens, Aragorn was sitting pondering something, Aragorn was sitting and it was raining, Aragorn had not noticed. Arwen walked into the gardens, Aragorn was sitting in the rain, he must be thinking again for he has not noticed that it is raining.
"My love, what is wrong?" Aragorn looked up and blinked, it was raining, when had it started raining?
"Tis the child, she reminds me of someone, no Sindar Prince do I see in her."
"Glorfindel," Arwen answered simply.
Aragorn's eyes widened, Glorfindel, aye, this was the elf the child reminded him of. He frowned, how could this..."how could this be possible, I thought..." he trailed off.
"I know, it is as you think, it is simply an ill turn of fate."
"Does Legolas know?" Aragorn asked, concerned for his friend.
"You know the answer to that," Arwen was turning into her kin, she answered as he had heard many elder elves. No sarcasm or bitterness was in her voice, only...faint amusement.
"Do not tell him, even though the child is not his by blood, the source of longing that caused it belongs to him alone."
"I see the joy she brings him, she helps him forget the woes of the war, he left our party weighed down by what he had seen yet he returns as light as I have ever seen him." It was true, who could escape a war unscathed?
"I promised her word would come to him not from us, word would come of this to no-one from us." Aragorn merely nodded.
"You have my word, my love," Aragorn smiled devilishly, "while we're on the subject of children..."
***
Legolas sat in the hall, with the threat of Mordor lifted and under the rule of 'King Elessar' Minas Tirith was a light-hearted city once more. The group of elves that had traveled from Mirkwood with him were welcomed and were celebrating with the people of the city. Aragorn, however, was nowhere to be seen. Legolas looked round and he saw a wet, tussled and somewhat...dirty Aragorn slip quietly back into the hall, so he had been outside! He should have at least changed his clothes, alas! Legolas almost forgot that it was Aragorn that he was referring to. Aragorn and personal hygiene had never got along all too well.
Aragorn saw Legolas catch him as he re-entered the hall, he knew that he should have changed his clothes, Arwen had ensured him that he looked fine, people would get suspicious if he had changed his clothes in the middle of a feast. Of course she had gone straight away to change her dress.
Aragorn approached Legolas, at his knowing grin Aragorn quickly teased, "have you not a wife and child who need your attention as much as this feast?"
"Aye, I have, alas, Mirglor is far too young and Loswen feigned interest for but a few seconds." Legolas stopped and thought for a moment, "perhaps I shall go and see them."
Aragorn went to stop him, "I was only jesting, dear friend, Arwen has recently seen them, she says they are fine."
"All the same, I suddenly have...a longing to see Mirglor." Legolas finished before turning and exiting the room.
***
Legolas walked into the rooms they had been given for the duration of their stay. There lay his wife, her eyes open and unfocused. He looked around the room, ah, there in a smaller bed lay Mirglor, at first glance she appeared to be in the same state as her mother. Alas, she was awake.
"And what is wrong with my blessed daughter that she does not sleep?" Legolas did not expect an answer. Mirglor was a silent child, she rarely spoke, although he was quite sure she knew how to. She preferred to watch people and listen to what they had to say, as if she was simply building up a bank of knowledge.
Yet on this occasion she answered, "Mother was talking to prett-A'wen," Legolas nodded, this must of been what Aragorn was referring to in the hall. Mirglor continued, "she was talking about someone," Mirglor brought up the name slowly, "Glor-Glorfindel. Who is Glorfindel?"
Legolas was startled, I wonder why they were talking about Glorfindel, he thought. Perhaps because he had recently departed over the sea, they had both known him and grown fond of him. "He was an elf, with bright gold hair, like his name, Glorfindel. Hair just like yours, actually." Legolas said as he gestured to Mirglor's hair.
Mirglor watched her father as he was explaining who Glorfindel was, mother had slipped into dreams before Mirglor had thought to ask her. Suddenly her fathers eyes went wide and he looked at Loswen's hair, his own, and back at her own hair. In Legolas' mind, something finally clicked, something he had probably known since Mirglor was born.
She wasn't his child.
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Loswen settled into the rooms that they would temporarily be staying in. Such a docile child Mirglor was. Tiny elven eyes studied each of the things in the room, this was her first time staying in the company of humans. All the stone around her made her shudder slightly, Mirglor had been traveling Middle-Earth with her parents for the last two years, sleeping inside would be a strange affair. There was a knock, someone's at the door.
Loswen got up and opened the door, it was Arwen. Mirglor watched the conversation unfold. They were talking about something...something golden...golden hair. The two women in front of her had brown hair and silver hair, she looked at her own hair, her hair was golden, something in the child's mind said...ada's isn't. The were talking again, her mother was looking at the other women, the pretty one, pleading. What was she pleading, something about the hair, no, it was hair, it was the name of a person...and his hair! They were speaking in Westron, Mirglor just about understood Elvish properly. This was definitely a name, it was in Elvish, Glorfindel, golden-haired.
Arwen finished her sentence, she knew Westron was not that easy for Loswen, but Mirglor was present and although her speech was slow and somewhat thoughtful she could understand every word that was said around her. After her conversation with Loswen ended she scorned Glorfindel, he should have seen sense. Arwen did not scorn him so much for sleeping with Loswen, more for not realising the state that she was in. Arwen remembered Loswen's crying after the fellowship had departed. The silly Elf-Lord, sometimes he's too companionate, too caring and lets his emotions get in the way of reason. Arwen sighed exasperatedly, she looked over to the child gazing at them. Ah what a beautiful babe! She was thinking, all she could recognise was a name, Glorfindel, golden haired. Mirglor was still referring to her as 'the pretty lady'.
Arwen went over to the place where Mirglor was looking at them, Loswen regarded her. She truly is the Evenstar of our people, Loswen thought, such a shame we must loose her to the race of man. Arwen picked up the child, "would the princess of Mirkwood like to know my name...?" She asked.
Mirglor nodded. From the other side of the room Loswen, seeing the child's reaction answered, "she is Queen of Gondor and Arnor, Lady of Rivendell, Undomiel of our people and one that we owe a lot." Loswen finished quietly.
Arwen smiled and scrunched her nose, she addressed Mirglor, "Which do you prefer, Princess of Mirkwood or Mirglor?"
Mirglor quietly whispered, "M'glor."
"Well then you shall call me Arwen, for that is my name as Mirglor is yours."
Mirglor smiled and repeated, "A'wen."
***
Aragorn was sitting in the gardens, Aragorn was sitting pondering something, Aragorn was sitting and it was raining, Aragorn had not noticed. Arwen walked into the gardens, Aragorn was sitting in the rain, he must be thinking again for he has not noticed that it is raining.
"My love, what is wrong?" Aragorn looked up and blinked, it was raining, when had it started raining?
"Tis the child, she reminds me of someone, no Sindar Prince do I see in her."
"Glorfindel," Arwen answered simply.
Aragorn's eyes widened, Glorfindel, aye, this was the elf the child reminded him of. He frowned, how could this..."how could this be possible, I thought..." he trailed off.
"I know, it is as you think, it is simply an ill turn of fate."
"Does Legolas know?" Aragorn asked, concerned for his friend.
"You know the answer to that," Arwen was turning into her kin, she answered as he had heard many elder elves. No sarcasm or bitterness was in her voice, only...faint amusement.
"Do not tell him, even though the child is not his by blood, the source of longing that caused it belongs to him alone."
"I see the joy she brings him, she helps him forget the woes of the war, he left our party weighed down by what he had seen yet he returns as light as I have ever seen him." It was true, who could escape a war unscathed?
"I promised her word would come to him not from us, word would come of this to no-one from us." Aragorn merely nodded.
"You have my word, my love," Aragorn smiled devilishly, "while we're on the subject of children..."
***
Legolas sat in the hall, with the threat of Mordor lifted and under the rule of 'King Elessar' Minas Tirith was a light-hearted city once more. The group of elves that had traveled from Mirkwood with him were welcomed and were celebrating with the people of the city. Aragorn, however, was nowhere to be seen. Legolas looked round and he saw a wet, tussled and somewhat...dirty Aragorn slip quietly back into the hall, so he had been outside! He should have at least changed his clothes, alas! Legolas almost forgot that it was Aragorn that he was referring to. Aragorn and personal hygiene had never got along all too well.
Aragorn saw Legolas catch him as he re-entered the hall, he knew that he should have changed his clothes, Arwen had ensured him that he looked fine, people would get suspicious if he had changed his clothes in the middle of a feast. Of course she had gone straight away to change her dress.
Aragorn approached Legolas, at his knowing grin Aragorn quickly teased, "have you not a wife and child who need your attention as much as this feast?"
"Aye, I have, alas, Mirglor is far too young and Loswen feigned interest for but a few seconds." Legolas stopped and thought for a moment, "perhaps I shall go and see them."
Aragorn went to stop him, "I was only jesting, dear friend, Arwen has recently seen them, she says they are fine."
"All the same, I suddenly have...a longing to see Mirglor." Legolas finished before turning and exiting the room.
***
Legolas walked into the rooms they had been given for the duration of their stay. There lay his wife, her eyes open and unfocused. He looked around the room, ah, there in a smaller bed lay Mirglor, at first glance she appeared to be in the same state as her mother. Alas, she was awake.
"And what is wrong with my blessed daughter that she does not sleep?" Legolas did not expect an answer. Mirglor was a silent child, she rarely spoke, although he was quite sure she knew how to. She preferred to watch people and listen to what they had to say, as if she was simply building up a bank of knowledge.
Yet on this occasion she answered, "Mother was talking to prett-A'wen," Legolas nodded, this must of been what Aragorn was referring to in the hall. Mirglor continued, "she was talking about someone," Mirglor brought up the name slowly, "Glor-Glorfindel. Who is Glorfindel?"
Legolas was startled, I wonder why they were talking about Glorfindel, he thought. Perhaps because he had recently departed over the sea, they had both known him and grown fond of him. "He was an elf, with bright gold hair, like his name, Glorfindel. Hair just like yours, actually." Legolas said as he gestured to Mirglor's hair.
Mirglor watched her father as he was explaining who Glorfindel was, mother had slipped into dreams before Mirglor had thought to ask her. Suddenly her fathers eyes went wide and he looked at Loswen's hair, his own, and back at her own hair. In Legolas' mind, something finally clicked, something he had probably known since Mirglor was born.
She wasn't his child.
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