Chapter Forty-Six: Commander of Skill and the Light
A/N: WARNING: REALLY SHORT CHAPTER! I am going to immediately follow this with another chapter, but this is it for a day. YAY! Action and treachery coming up soon. These last couple of chapters seemed kind of alienated, huh? With all that sappy trash? I'm not a sappy person, why would I be writing sappy stuff? I don't know, you got me there. But oh well. Thanks for all the reviews, you guys are so supporting. I felt bad because it took so long and I just forgot, but you guys said it was all right! Thank you so much, you guys are truly awesome! *sniff sniff* I think I might go cry now … yesterday was a party for the TITAN team, and it was really fun. My friend Marissa was telling everybody that me and Chad liked each other, but we couldn't go out because he was Mormon … so our TITAN commander shut her up and said it was all rumors … so I'm safe -- for now. ENJOY THE STORY!
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It was eight months later and Aila's stomach was robust and protruding. The child inside of her was growing well and the elf healers told her that her child was healthy, but Aila was not. She had morning sickness and constantly cursed whoever had deemed it "morning" sickness, as it very well never stopped when the morning ended. Her skin had lost its tan and she became pale. Her small Italian blood gave her dark circles around her eyes and her brown eyes faded into sullen masses that she stared blankly from.
Legolas, worried for her health, was constantly by her side, which put her in an even worse mood, though he didn't know it. He thought that if he was around he could help her, but she wouldn't show extreme weakness in front of him. She was constantly putting up a strong front, which wasn't so strong, but it was the best she could handle. Legolas had his own matters to worry about, in addition to the baby, because his father was talking about leaving for the Gray Havens, which sent Legolas spinning about being King. Though Thranduil and Aila had the utmost faith in him, Legolas obviously did not.
He didn't think he could handle much more time with Aila so sullen as she was. Her skin seemed sallow and she had gotten skinnier, as her stomach got bigger. Constantly, he was worried if he had been her true love after all. Had he pushed her into something? Hadn't she been the first to say "I love you"? She had been, but now it seemed as if she were pregnant with the devil. Fulfilling the worse half of the prophecy. He was constantly pacing, and never still. He tapped his foot while sitting, shifted stances while standing and walked as much as he could. Legolas hardly even slept anymore, while Aila was so exhausted she fell asleep immediately at his side.
Another three weeks passed and the entire realm of Mirkwood was becoming anxious. First they were anxious for the arrival of the child, knowing the momentous occasion it would be for the elves when the Light Bearer gave birth. But they were also worried for their royal couple. They knew that neither Legolas nor Aila could stand her being pregnant for much longer, and just when the anxiety was hitting its peak, and Aila was walking slowly, one hand upon her enormous stomach, to lunch. The sun was passing noon and was strolling to the other half of the sky. Legolas walked beside Aila, offering his strength, as he always did, though he hadn't much more strength to give. His eyes had lost some of their light in his worries and his expression became quite sullen as well. Suddenly, Aila dropped to the floor beside him and gasped, her hand clutching her stomach.
Immediately, Legolas knew exactly what was happening. He bent down to pick her up, which was still easy for his strong arms, despite her enlarged womb, and began to carry her towards the hospital wing of the palace. All the way he informed others to run ahead and tell the healers to make ready a bed.
Many elves heard the news and ran full speed to the hospital ward and watched anxiously as the healers set up, but the elven-doctors quickly shooed them away as Legolas came towards them, as swiftly as he might, bearing Aila who was breathing deeply, clutching her stomach at shorter intervals.
The labor of Aila and the birth of the Child needs not too much detail. There was a lot of sweat, screaming, and pain. Aila called for epidural several times, but the elves had no idea what she was talking about. Legolas stood anxiously by her side, strongly taking the painful squeezes she gave his hand, stroking her hair from her sweat-soaked forehead, worried that she would die in the birth.
The Child was delivered and the healers immediately handed the boy to Aila, who accepted him, her face glistening with perspiration, but as she held her baby, it wasn't sweat anymore, but a motherly glow. But more than a glow. She sat, propped up in the bed by several pillows, holding the child against her now smaller stomach and Legolas had detached his hand from hers so that she could hold the Child. The boy had his eyes closed and he wasn't crying at all, but when Aila held him in her arms, he opened his eyes and a blinding light emitted from them. Pure white, it radiated across the Child's skin, almost blinding the healers who watched from across the small room. The Light enveloped Aila as well, and Legolas put his hand upon Aila's shoulder, marveling at the spectacle. In doing this, the Light enveloped him as well and throbbed for several seconds around them.
To the healers, it was a wondrous scene. A mother, holding her child, and the father with a supporting hand, standing close to them, and a light engulfed them so that they looked like saints, or angels. It was a scene that was to be depicted upon a tapestry for remembrance for all elves to come.
After a few moments, the Light faded again, but it seemed not to retreat into the Child's eyes, but to be absorbed into the skin of all three. The newly made family. It also seemed that Aila's skin became healthier by the second as it absorbed the healing Light, and her stature became whole again and Legolas did the same. Soon, they were two young people in the prime of life and in her arms she held a beautiful child.
"We shall call him Findecano," she said, hardly thinking, but deep in her soul she knew that it was the rightful name of the child. His pointed ears tweaked a little bit as he heard his name, as if he already knew it. Findecano still stared wide-eyed at his mother, as if in deep awe, not crying at all.
"Commander of Skill …" translated Legolas, he nodded and smiled. "Thus he shall be called."
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A/N: Yes, I know. ONLY TWO PAGES! It's ridiculous. But that's it for today. Tomorrow, however, there will be more. Much, much more. Thanks for you support and I promise I'll try not to make you guys wait so much anymore, but I've got this huge kind of writer's block. It really sucks. Plus, the actual TITAN competition in on Nov. 2nd. Just ONE WEEK! AH, I'm so flustered. Maybe I won't be posting anything more after Wednesday until Sunday. So Wed-Sun, don't expect much. But Monday and Tuesday, I'll try to post.
A/N: WARNING: REALLY SHORT CHAPTER! I am going to immediately follow this with another chapter, but this is it for a day. YAY! Action and treachery coming up soon. These last couple of chapters seemed kind of alienated, huh? With all that sappy trash? I'm not a sappy person, why would I be writing sappy stuff? I don't know, you got me there. But oh well. Thanks for all the reviews, you guys are so supporting. I felt bad because it took so long and I just forgot, but you guys said it was all right! Thank you so much, you guys are truly awesome! *sniff sniff* I think I might go cry now … yesterday was a party for the TITAN team, and it was really fun. My friend Marissa was telling everybody that me and Chad liked each other, but we couldn't go out because he was Mormon … so our TITAN commander shut her up and said it was all rumors … so I'm safe -- for now. ENJOY THE STORY!
…
It was eight months later and Aila's stomach was robust and protruding. The child inside of her was growing well and the elf healers told her that her child was healthy, but Aila was not. She had morning sickness and constantly cursed whoever had deemed it "morning" sickness, as it very well never stopped when the morning ended. Her skin had lost its tan and she became pale. Her small Italian blood gave her dark circles around her eyes and her brown eyes faded into sullen masses that she stared blankly from.
Legolas, worried for her health, was constantly by her side, which put her in an even worse mood, though he didn't know it. He thought that if he was around he could help her, but she wouldn't show extreme weakness in front of him. She was constantly putting up a strong front, which wasn't so strong, but it was the best she could handle. Legolas had his own matters to worry about, in addition to the baby, because his father was talking about leaving for the Gray Havens, which sent Legolas spinning about being King. Though Thranduil and Aila had the utmost faith in him, Legolas obviously did not.
He didn't think he could handle much more time with Aila so sullen as she was. Her skin seemed sallow and she had gotten skinnier, as her stomach got bigger. Constantly, he was worried if he had been her true love after all. Had he pushed her into something? Hadn't she been the first to say "I love you"? She had been, but now it seemed as if she were pregnant with the devil. Fulfilling the worse half of the prophecy. He was constantly pacing, and never still. He tapped his foot while sitting, shifted stances while standing and walked as much as he could. Legolas hardly even slept anymore, while Aila was so exhausted she fell asleep immediately at his side.
Another three weeks passed and the entire realm of Mirkwood was becoming anxious. First they were anxious for the arrival of the child, knowing the momentous occasion it would be for the elves when the Light Bearer gave birth. But they were also worried for their royal couple. They knew that neither Legolas nor Aila could stand her being pregnant for much longer, and just when the anxiety was hitting its peak, and Aila was walking slowly, one hand upon her enormous stomach, to lunch. The sun was passing noon and was strolling to the other half of the sky. Legolas walked beside Aila, offering his strength, as he always did, though he hadn't much more strength to give. His eyes had lost some of their light in his worries and his expression became quite sullen as well. Suddenly, Aila dropped to the floor beside him and gasped, her hand clutching her stomach.
Immediately, Legolas knew exactly what was happening. He bent down to pick her up, which was still easy for his strong arms, despite her enlarged womb, and began to carry her towards the hospital wing of the palace. All the way he informed others to run ahead and tell the healers to make ready a bed.
Many elves heard the news and ran full speed to the hospital ward and watched anxiously as the healers set up, but the elven-doctors quickly shooed them away as Legolas came towards them, as swiftly as he might, bearing Aila who was breathing deeply, clutching her stomach at shorter intervals.
The labor of Aila and the birth of the Child needs not too much detail. There was a lot of sweat, screaming, and pain. Aila called for epidural several times, but the elves had no idea what she was talking about. Legolas stood anxiously by her side, strongly taking the painful squeezes she gave his hand, stroking her hair from her sweat-soaked forehead, worried that she would die in the birth.
The Child was delivered and the healers immediately handed the boy to Aila, who accepted him, her face glistening with perspiration, but as she held her baby, it wasn't sweat anymore, but a motherly glow. But more than a glow. She sat, propped up in the bed by several pillows, holding the child against her now smaller stomach and Legolas had detached his hand from hers so that she could hold the Child. The boy had his eyes closed and he wasn't crying at all, but when Aila held him in her arms, he opened his eyes and a blinding light emitted from them. Pure white, it radiated across the Child's skin, almost blinding the healers who watched from across the small room. The Light enveloped Aila as well, and Legolas put his hand upon Aila's shoulder, marveling at the spectacle. In doing this, the Light enveloped him as well and throbbed for several seconds around them.
To the healers, it was a wondrous scene. A mother, holding her child, and the father with a supporting hand, standing close to them, and a light engulfed them so that they looked like saints, or angels. It was a scene that was to be depicted upon a tapestry for remembrance for all elves to come.
After a few moments, the Light faded again, but it seemed not to retreat into the Child's eyes, but to be absorbed into the skin of all three. The newly made family. It also seemed that Aila's skin became healthier by the second as it absorbed the healing Light, and her stature became whole again and Legolas did the same. Soon, they were two young people in the prime of life and in her arms she held a beautiful child.
"We shall call him Findecano," she said, hardly thinking, but deep in her soul she knew that it was the rightful name of the child. His pointed ears tweaked a little bit as he heard his name, as if he already knew it. Findecano still stared wide-eyed at his mother, as if in deep awe, not crying at all.
"Commander of Skill …" translated Legolas, he nodded and smiled. "Thus he shall be called."
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A/N: Yes, I know. ONLY TWO PAGES! It's ridiculous. But that's it for today. Tomorrow, however, there will be more. Much, much more. Thanks for you support and I promise I'll try not to make you guys wait so much anymore, but I've got this huge kind of writer's block. It really sucks. Plus, the actual TITAN competition in on Nov. 2nd. Just ONE WEEK! AH, I'm so flustered. Maybe I won't be posting anything more after Wednesday until Sunday. So Wed-Sun, don't expect much. But Monday and Tuesday, I'll try to post.