Celebiathion
Celebiathion's birth was difficult. Mother was in labour for eight days. It was then that she knew she was going to have eight sons and three would be difficult births. The Lady of the Lothlorien was sent for.
When she arrived, she examined my mother and took father outside. She looked very grave.
"Thranduil, if she survives, the child will not. If the child survives, she will not," she said to father neutrally, though her eyes betrayed her. Father put a hand to his mouth and collapsed in a chair.
"Can you not save both of them?" He sobbed after a few moments of silence.
"That, I cannot. Their fate is in the hands of Elbereth now," she answered.
My father and Lady Galadriel remained in the corridor outside mother's chamber. Father battled with himself on how he could tell mother. Then he heard her scream.
"Thranduil!" The agony in her voice was evident. He jumped from the chair and dashed back into the chamber. Lady Galadriel was close behind him. The sight that they both saw made them gasp.
"Elemmiire, how?" Thranduil asked his wife.
"He was ready to meet the world. Do you really think I could deny him that? Come, Thranduil, meet your son, Celebiathion," she said softly and handed the tiny bundle to her husband. She smiled. A tear escaped Thranduil's eye and slid down his cheek.
"Thank you, Elbereth," he whispered the words almost silently. His baby boy stared up at him with wide eyes. Lady Galadriel examined mother.
"May I, Thranduil?" She asked holding out her arms. Father looked at his son once more before he gently handed her Celebiathion. He returned to my mother's side and kissed her forehead.
"You chose his name well, Elemmiire. He will be a great warrior," she smiled. For truly he was a great warrior. He had excelled with all weapons and could easily be any one of us in a sword fight. But even though he was a great warrior, battle did not corrupt him. He was one of the kindest people I had ever known.
Lady Galadriel took my father outside once again.
"This truly is a miracle. They both are perfectly healthy and will survive," she told him with a smile which, in my experience, is a very rare thing.
Father dropped to his knees in silent prayer. How long he remained there he did not know. But when he stood again and entered my mother's chamber, both mother and Celebiathion were asleep. He walked to my mother's side and lay down next to her. She turned to face him and instinctively draped her arm across his chest.
"Our son will be a great warrior, just like his father," she said quietly. He smiled and kissed her.
Celebiathion had pure golden hair, much like father. He was like father in stature. The only thing different from him and father was that he had mother's dark seemingly depthless eyes. He was the estanesse, the firstborn, the crown prince, heir to the throne of Mirkwood.
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Father started Celebiathion's training just as soon as he was strong enough to hold a sword. Once he had that mastered father handed him a bow. He stared at it with a partially open mouth.
"This, my son, is what will help you perfect the art of archery," father said.
"But I like the sword," Celebiathion protested.
"You must learn all of the arts before you can master the art of war," father answered. Celebiathion sighed.
"Very well."
So went their training. Celebiathion still favours the sword. All the while, Lossenethir was growing inside of mother.
Three days later, mother entered the study. Father was bent over maps and pieces of parchment. He looked up to find mother standing in the doorway.
"I'm not intruding, am I?" She asked.
"No, of course," he replied. They were both silent for a moment.
"Thranduil, would you like to have another son?" She asked as if saying they should try.
"I would love to have another son, but as I said when we were wed, it is totally up to you. If you want a son, we can try," he answered her. She placed her hands upon her stomach. When, she did this it highlighted the roundness of it. Father stared and she smiled.
"We do not need to try… It has already happened," she said softly.
"Truly, Elemmiire?" He asked taking her into his arms.
"Truly, Thranduil," she smiled.
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Disclaimer: Don't own…No money made…Don't Sue…It's not worth it…A/N: How was that? Did it make sense? Hmmm….This shall be a long story… I've gotta deliver eight princes! Wuh! I know, Joan, That elves don't have very many children, but I usually don't follow guidelines, but thank you for telling me. It is out of the ordinary and all but it is AU so I am going to change it just a little bit. So, I hope that didn't come off bitchy or anything because it wasn't meant to. And I tend to recycle names from my previous stories so don't get freaked out if you find one name on a girl in this story and it on a boy in the other. I am trying to keep this in one POV but sometimes it sounds 3rd person narrative, this is the first time I've done a POV fic so bare with me. Anyway thank you so much for reading and reviewing: Stephanie, Darkraven, Joan Milligan, and Tenshiamanda. Luv Gia