The next two days passed in a whirlwind and Jindaia and Legolas had little
time to spend together due to the hasty nature of their impending nuptials.
Arwen had been great assistance to Jindaia as she prepared for her
wedding. Jindaia was suffering through the final fitting of her gown when
Arwen entered the room, eyes sparkling and face flushed.
The seamstress helped Jindaia remove the gown and left as Arwen pulled Jindaia over to the bed and sat down with her.
Arwen smiled at Jindaia and said, "I just thought that you might like to know that your beloved elf is driving Aragorn crazy."
Giggling, Jindaia asked, "And why is that?"
Smiling knowingly, Arwen said, "It seems that Aragorn let a little about the tradition slip to Legolas, and he is dying to know more."
Jindaia's cheeks reddened as she remembered the tradition kept by Rivendell maidens. "Did you bring it?"
"It" was the tradition. "It" consisted of little more than white lace and a few strategically placed ribbons. The bride who wore "it" on her wedding night was guaranteed to conceive a child within a month of her marriage. "It" was a tradition, blessed by Galadriel, that had never failed its purpose.
"Oh, and I just wanted to let you know that the tradition is true." Arwen said slyly.
Jindaia looked questioningly at Arwen, and Arwen nodded and smiled as Jindaia took her in her arms and embraced her. "Congratulations mellon!"
Both elves sat hugging for several minutes before finishing their tasks of decorating Jindaia and Legolas' wedding chambers.
- - -
"Blast you Aragorn!" Legolas said impatiently as he once more tried to pry details of the tradition from Aragorn.
"All I can tell you is that the tradition results in the conception of a babe within a month of the wedding night." Aragorn replied.
Legolas stopped to think about this. He wondered if Jindaia would actually participate in the carriage of the tradition. The more he thought about a child with Jindaia, the more he liked the idea.
He had heard of such traditions in some races of elves, but Mirkwood had no traditions of this sort. "Does it work Aragorn?"
"Yes. I have tried it myself and I know it to be a proven tradition." Aragorn said quietly.
The meaning of his words sank into Legolas' mind and he slapped Aragorn on the shoulder, "Congratulations Aragorn. Already --- an heir to Gondor."
*-*-*
Jindaia woke in time to watch the sun rise over the horizon on the morning of her wedding. She had been waiting for this day since the day she first met Legolas.
She lay in bed, leisurely stretching and watching as the sun began to greet Rivendell. She was deep in thought as she considered carrying the tradition on. She wanted children with Legolas, but she had not had the opportunity to ask him about it since being informed of the tradition.
Rising quietly, she decided to have her last bath as an elf maiden in her pool. She packed her necessities and slipped out of the palace and through the gardens.
As she slipped through the opening to her private pool, she noticed that someone had already been there that morning. On her boulder lay a folded sheet of parchment.
She walked to the rock and picked up the paper. She smiled as she saw her name written across the front fold. Opening the letter and reading, her eyes filled with tears.
Jindaia,
I have missed you greatly in the past few days. It is difficult to breathe when I am away from you. I miss your smile and your gentle nature. I miss your kisses and your soft caress. My heart ticks the seconds until we are bound.
I know that you are reading this on our wedding day. I just wanted to let you know that I know of the tradition. I would be honored to help you fulfill your part in this tradition if your heart so desires.
Until then.
Amin mela lle, Legolas
Jindaia smiled as her tears fell, smearing the ink of her name. She could not believe that Legolas would wish to help her with this. She was so blessed to have met such an honorable elf.
- - -
Legolas had been to the pool very early that morning, before the sun made its appearance. He needed to let Jindaia know that he stood beside her in whatever decision she made about their family.
As he slipped back into the castle, he ran into Elladen and Elrohir. They were heading out to an early meeting with Elrond and Thranduil.
Greeting them, he finally returned to his room to ready for the noon ceremony.
- - -
Elrohir and Elladen entered Elrond's chambers where their father and Thranduil sat already.
Elrond spoke first, "So, I assume that everything is set for the ceremony."
Elladen answered, "Yes Father, we just checked the main hall and the banquet hall. Everything is set up perfectly."
Looking at Elrohir, the younger of the twins, Lord Elrond asked, "And Elrohir, is the wedding chamber outfitted properly?"
"Ready for use Father. Yours and Thranduil's gifts are laid upon the dressing table."
Thranduil smiled as he thought that it would probably be well into tomorrow before the gifts were even noticed, much even opened.
*-*-*
Legolas stood nervously at the front of the Hall of Fire. Few of the Rivendell and Mirkwood elves were seated in a semi-circle just behind him. The ceremony was to be small and intimate, with only their closest and most trusted friends in attendance. Lord Elrond and Thranduil stood at the head of the room, waiting to begin the ceremony.
Legolas felt a soft touch on his arm as he fidgeted nervously. He turned to see Aragorn smiling at him. "Do not be so nervous Legolas. You are marrying the most beautiful elf maiden in Rivendell."
"I'm not really nervous Aragorn, just anxious to get this started and done so I can spend the rest of eternity with my wife." Legolas smiled back.
Hearing a murmur of approval through the group of assembled elves, Legolas glanced at the entrance to the hall to see Arwen walk in. As she reached the front of the group, he heard another murmur and turned once again. He gasped as he noticed how beautiful Jindaia was in her ceremonial gown. The beaded bodice clung to her figure and the points on the long sleeves of the gown drew his eyes down to her hands, which were carrying a bouquet of white flowers. As she began to walk towards him, their eyes met and time seemed to slow to a crawl.
- - -
Jindaia was amazed at how beautiful her future husband looked. He was the most beautiful elf she had ever seen and looked magnificent in black velvet breeches, a white tunic with green and gold embroidery, and a golden circlet upon his head signifying his position of elven royalty.
The walk toward Legolas seemed to take an eternity, but at once she was standing beside him and had passed her bouquet to Arwen. As she turned to Legolas, he took her hands in his and smiled into her eyes.
As one, they turned to face the elder elves. Both Elrond and Thranduil wore identical smiles of happiness and pride as they performed the elvish marriage ceremony. At last, a smaller circlet identical in style to that of Legolas was placed upon Jindaia's brow by King Thranduil. As he placed the circlet on her head, he whispered an elvish blessing in her ear, as well as, "Make my son, and through him, me, happy for all time Jindaia." She smiled her agreement back to him as Legolas once again took her hand.
Completing the ceremony, Elrond said a prayer to the valar on behalf of the united pair. Finally Legolas and Jindaia were married.
*-*-*
Several hours later, having eaten, drank and danced until they were utterly tired, Legolas and Jindaia made their way to their chambers. The scene that awaited them was gorgeous. Candles were lit on every flat, hard surface of the room, throwing a golden glow on the furnishings. A huge white bed dominated the room, covered in white silk covers. The covers were thrown back and a vivid red rose was laid across the pillows.
Legolas chuckled as he thought of how romantic the room was. Who knew that Elrohir and Elladan had it in them to be this creative and romantic?
Legolas turned to face his new bride. "I love you Jindaia. From the moment I first met you, I knew that you would be mine for eternity. I will love you for the rest of my immortal days."
Jindaia smiled at him as she wrapped her arms around him. "I love you too, Legolas. I feel so blessed to be your bride."
Legolas pulled her to him and lowered his mouth to hers. As they kissed passionately, he moved her toward the bed.
Legolas found out that night that Jindaia did carry on the Rivendell marriage tradition.
Weeks passed as Jindaia and Legolas continued to love and be loved. Their conversations began to turn toward leaving for Mirkwood, where they would dwell at times. Jindaia often felt tired after her walks to the secret pool with Legolas. They spent a lot of time there bathing, talking, loving and living.
*-*-*
Only a month after their marriage, they found out that the tradition did work and that they would soon be parents themselves. After council with both Elrond and Thranduil, it was decided that they would continue to reside in Rivendell until the elfling was old enough to travel to Mirkwood with its parents.
*-*-*
Eight months later Arwen gave birth to a son, Eldarion, heir to Gondor. She had traveled back to Rivendell for this occasion, so her father could assist with the healing process.
She was still there when, one month later, Jindaia gave birth to a son, Lindolain. Legolas was very proud of his son. Lindolain was the mirror image of his father, with straight blond hair, sapphire blue eyes, and all of the regal bearing of a heir to Mirkwood.
*-*-*
Some years later, after returning to Mirkwood, Legolas and Jindaia were blessed with another son, Jarodain. Their family was completed with a daughter, Lasindaia after a few more years.
*-*-*
Time passed and so did the age of the elves. Aragorn, after a victorious reign in Gondor, succumbed to old age. Arwen followed shortly thereafter, leaving a brave, regal and worthy Eldarion to rule the kingdom of Gondor.
As is the way of the elves, Legolas and Jindaia and their family soon joined the last of the elves in Middle Earth at the Gray Havens and there they sailed to Valinor to be reunited with departed loved ones and old friends for all times.
The End
The seamstress helped Jindaia remove the gown and left as Arwen pulled Jindaia over to the bed and sat down with her.
Arwen smiled at Jindaia and said, "I just thought that you might like to know that your beloved elf is driving Aragorn crazy."
Giggling, Jindaia asked, "And why is that?"
Smiling knowingly, Arwen said, "It seems that Aragorn let a little about the tradition slip to Legolas, and he is dying to know more."
Jindaia's cheeks reddened as she remembered the tradition kept by Rivendell maidens. "Did you bring it?"
"It" was the tradition. "It" consisted of little more than white lace and a few strategically placed ribbons. The bride who wore "it" on her wedding night was guaranteed to conceive a child within a month of her marriage. "It" was a tradition, blessed by Galadriel, that had never failed its purpose.
"Oh, and I just wanted to let you know that the tradition is true." Arwen said slyly.
Jindaia looked questioningly at Arwen, and Arwen nodded and smiled as Jindaia took her in her arms and embraced her. "Congratulations mellon!"
Both elves sat hugging for several minutes before finishing their tasks of decorating Jindaia and Legolas' wedding chambers.
- - -
"Blast you Aragorn!" Legolas said impatiently as he once more tried to pry details of the tradition from Aragorn.
"All I can tell you is that the tradition results in the conception of a babe within a month of the wedding night." Aragorn replied.
Legolas stopped to think about this. He wondered if Jindaia would actually participate in the carriage of the tradition. The more he thought about a child with Jindaia, the more he liked the idea.
He had heard of such traditions in some races of elves, but Mirkwood had no traditions of this sort. "Does it work Aragorn?"
"Yes. I have tried it myself and I know it to be a proven tradition." Aragorn said quietly.
The meaning of his words sank into Legolas' mind and he slapped Aragorn on the shoulder, "Congratulations Aragorn. Already --- an heir to Gondor."
*-*-*
Jindaia woke in time to watch the sun rise over the horizon on the morning of her wedding. She had been waiting for this day since the day she first met Legolas.
She lay in bed, leisurely stretching and watching as the sun began to greet Rivendell. She was deep in thought as she considered carrying the tradition on. She wanted children with Legolas, but she had not had the opportunity to ask him about it since being informed of the tradition.
Rising quietly, she decided to have her last bath as an elf maiden in her pool. She packed her necessities and slipped out of the palace and through the gardens.
As she slipped through the opening to her private pool, she noticed that someone had already been there that morning. On her boulder lay a folded sheet of parchment.
She walked to the rock and picked up the paper. She smiled as she saw her name written across the front fold. Opening the letter and reading, her eyes filled with tears.
Jindaia,
I have missed you greatly in the past few days. It is difficult to breathe when I am away from you. I miss your smile and your gentle nature. I miss your kisses and your soft caress. My heart ticks the seconds until we are bound.
I know that you are reading this on our wedding day. I just wanted to let you know that I know of the tradition. I would be honored to help you fulfill your part in this tradition if your heart so desires.
Until then.
Amin mela lle, Legolas
Jindaia smiled as her tears fell, smearing the ink of her name. She could not believe that Legolas would wish to help her with this. She was so blessed to have met such an honorable elf.
- - -
Legolas had been to the pool very early that morning, before the sun made its appearance. He needed to let Jindaia know that he stood beside her in whatever decision she made about their family.
As he slipped back into the castle, he ran into Elladen and Elrohir. They were heading out to an early meeting with Elrond and Thranduil.
Greeting them, he finally returned to his room to ready for the noon ceremony.
- - -
Elrohir and Elladen entered Elrond's chambers where their father and Thranduil sat already.
Elrond spoke first, "So, I assume that everything is set for the ceremony."
Elladen answered, "Yes Father, we just checked the main hall and the banquet hall. Everything is set up perfectly."
Looking at Elrohir, the younger of the twins, Lord Elrond asked, "And Elrohir, is the wedding chamber outfitted properly?"
"Ready for use Father. Yours and Thranduil's gifts are laid upon the dressing table."
Thranduil smiled as he thought that it would probably be well into tomorrow before the gifts were even noticed, much even opened.
*-*-*
Legolas stood nervously at the front of the Hall of Fire. Few of the Rivendell and Mirkwood elves were seated in a semi-circle just behind him. The ceremony was to be small and intimate, with only their closest and most trusted friends in attendance. Lord Elrond and Thranduil stood at the head of the room, waiting to begin the ceremony.
Legolas felt a soft touch on his arm as he fidgeted nervously. He turned to see Aragorn smiling at him. "Do not be so nervous Legolas. You are marrying the most beautiful elf maiden in Rivendell."
"I'm not really nervous Aragorn, just anxious to get this started and done so I can spend the rest of eternity with my wife." Legolas smiled back.
Hearing a murmur of approval through the group of assembled elves, Legolas glanced at the entrance to the hall to see Arwen walk in. As she reached the front of the group, he heard another murmur and turned once again. He gasped as he noticed how beautiful Jindaia was in her ceremonial gown. The beaded bodice clung to her figure and the points on the long sleeves of the gown drew his eyes down to her hands, which were carrying a bouquet of white flowers. As she began to walk towards him, their eyes met and time seemed to slow to a crawl.
- - -
Jindaia was amazed at how beautiful her future husband looked. He was the most beautiful elf she had ever seen and looked magnificent in black velvet breeches, a white tunic with green and gold embroidery, and a golden circlet upon his head signifying his position of elven royalty.
The walk toward Legolas seemed to take an eternity, but at once she was standing beside him and had passed her bouquet to Arwen. As she turned to Legolas, he took her hands in his and smiled into her eyes.
As one, they turned to face the elder elves. Both Elrond and Thranduil wore identical smiles of happiness and pride as they performed the elvish marriage ceremony. At last, a smaller circlet identical in style to that of Legolas was placed upon Jindaia's brow by King Thranduil. As he placed the circlet on her head, he whispered an elvish blessing in her ear, as well as, "Make my son, and through him, me, happy for all time Jindaia." She smiled her agreement back to him as Legolas once again took her hand.
Completing the ceremony, Elrond said a prayer to the valar on behalf of the united pair. Finally Legolas and Jindaia were married.
*-*-*
Several hours later, having eaten, drank and danced until they were utterly tired, Legolas and Jindaia made their way to their chambers. The scene that awaited them was gorgeous. Candles were lit on every flat, hard surface of the room, throwing a golden glow on the furnishings. A huge white bed dominated the room, covered in white silk covers. The covers were thrown back and a vivid red rose was laid across the pillows.
Legolas chuckled as he thought of how romantic the room was. Who knew that Elrohir and Elladan had it in them to be this creative and romantic?
Legolas turned to face his new bride. "I love you Jindaia. From the moment I first met you, I knew that you would be mine for eternity. I will love you for the rest of my immortal days."
Jindaia smiled at him as she wrapped her arms around him. "I love you too, Legolas. I feel so blessed to be your bride."
Legolas pulled her to him and lowered his mouth to hers. As they kissed passionately, he moved her toward the bed.
Legolas found out that night that Jindaia did carry on the Rivendell marriage tradition.
Weeks passed as Jindaia and Legolas continued to love and be loved. Their conversations began to turn toward leaving for Mirkwood, where they would dwell at times. Jindaia often felt tired after her walks to the secret pool with Legolas. They spent a lot of time there bathing, talking, loving and living.
*-*-*
Only a month after their marriage, they found out that the tradition did work and that they would soon be parents themselves. After council with both Elrond and Thranduil, it was decided that they would continue to reside in Rivendell until the elfling was old enough to travel to Mirkwood with its parents.
*-*-*
Eight months later Arwen gave birth to a son, Eldarion, heir to Gondor. She had traveled back to Rivendell for this occasion, so her father could assist with the healing process.
She was still there when, one month later, Jindaia gave birth to a son, Lindolain. Legolas was very proud of his son. Lindolain was the mirror image of his father, with straight blond hair, sapphire blue eyes, and all of the regal bearing of a heir to Mirkwood.
*-*-*
Some years later, after returning to Mirkwood, Legolas and Jindaia were blessed with another son, Jarodain. Their family was completed with a daughter, Lasindaia after a few more years.
*-*-*
Time passed and so did the age of the elves. Aragorn, after a victorious reign in Gondor, succumbed to old age. Arwen followed shortly thereafter, leaving a brave, regal and worthy Eldarion to rule the kingdom of Gondor.
As is the way of the elves, Legolas and Jindaia and their family soon joined the last of the elves in Middle Earth at the Gray Havens and there they sailed to Valinor to be reunited with departed loved ones and old friends for all times.
The End