******Note: the song that Celemirë sings is actually a poem I have written that was accepted by a poetry association!
Chapter Eleven
With the arrival of Elanor, Legolas hardly had time alone with Celemirë anymore. She was always busy, either nursing Elanor, putting her to sleep, or sitting with her alone or with some members of the household. At first, it did not bother Legolas. He knew Celemirë wanted to spend as much time with their daughter as possible. After four months had passed, however, he felt saddened. To his advantage, Celemirë's parents arrived one evening for a visit. Legolas had known this, and had attempted to inform Celemirë, but was unable to do so.
"Adar! Naneth! Non gelir govidile!" Celemirë cried when she saw them. "I did not know you were coming!"
"I attempted to inform you, but you were occupied with Elanor, so I decided not to bother you." Legolas told her gently.
There was a strained silence. Celemirë lowered her eyes and bit her lip. Arwen looked from Legolas to Celemirë in understanding.
"Let me see Elanor!" King Elessar said, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.
A male servant, who was holding Elanor, handed the child to the King with a slight bow. Aragorn looked down at Elanor with a smile upon his fair face. Arwen glowed with pride.
"She is beautiful!" Elessar said. "She has her mother's curly hair and the same mouth, but everything else she is Legolas."
Legolas turned to tell Celemirë something, but she was gone from his side. He excused himself and hurried after her. He stopped a male Elf who was taking the King and Queen's horses to the stable and asked him if he had seen Celemirë.
"She was headed in the direction of the river, hîr nín," he replied.
Legolas ran lightly over the woodland ground. He found Celemirë sitting by the river's bank, head bowed. She did not stir as he placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Celemirë, what are you doing here?" he asked gently.
"I need some time alone, Legolas." Celemirë replied after a few moments. "Go and sit with my parents. They will wonder about you."
Legolas was stunned. Celemirë never before had asked him to leave her alone. His heart ached, yet he left her alone. When Celemirë was sure he had gone, she wept quietly. After composing herself, she returned noiselessly to her home and slipped inside. Elenath saw her, and she caught her eyes. She pointed towards the sitting room. Celemirë nodded, and thanking her with a nod of her head, she dashed to her bedchamber. Elenath came shortly afterwards bearing food and drink for her lady. When she finished, she left silently. Elanor was asleep in her bed. Celemirë woke her and fed her, then laid her back to sleep. Then Celemirë went and stood next to the door. She waited for Legolas.
The evening progressed slowly, yet Legolas still did not appear. She heard footsteps at the opposite end of the corridor, where the guest bedchambers were located. There were voices speaking softly, then some footsteps before a door closed. There was silence, then—
'Legolas!' Celemirë thought to herself excitedly.
She knew his light footfalls very well. It seemed like an eternity to Celemirë before they were right outside the door of the bedchamber. Then, the door opened softly, and Legolas stepped inside. He closed the door and locked it behind him.
Celemirë remained silent as she saw Legolas pass by her. She was hidden by the shadows. He went over to Elanor and looked down at her.
"Sell nín," Legolas whispered. "Your grandparents were delighted to see you. Did you hear what your grandfather said to you? He said that you have your mother's mouth, and her curly hair, yet in everything else you resemble me. I would rather have you resemble your mother all the way, and not resemble me at all. Your mother is very dear to me. I love her so very much. She is my life."
Celemirë held her hand over her mouth so not to let any sound escape from her. Legolas left Elanor and went to Celemirë's side of the bed. She watched him take her pillow and breathe deeply into it, inhaling her scent. Then he removed his clothing, folded them neatly as he always did, and slipped under the covers. He turned his back to her.
Celemirë waited a few moments before she approached him from behind. She made no noise as she walked, and his ears did not twitch, which meant that he had not heard her. Legolas' breathing was slow and uneven. Then she went to his side of the bed. His eyes were closed, and tears ran down his fair, handsome, elvish face.
"Legolas…" Celemirë called softly to him.
His eyes shot open. He stared in utter disbelief at Celemirë, as if she were not real. His hands reached out and touched her face. She pressed them against her cheek.
"This is a dream." he whispered.
"Then it is a good dream." Celemirë replied, undressing quickly.
Legolas watched with glowing eyes as first her pale lavender elvish dress fell to the floor in a heap, then her under-dress, which made its way slowly, tracing her soft feminine curves. Legolas moaned.
Celemirë bent, and Legolas pulled her down onto him. His arms wrapped around her tightly as she kissed him. Her hands were around his neck, and her white legs were wrapped around his legs. Legolas could not sustain his astonishment at the intensity she was displaying her lust for him. They rolled over, so that she was underneath him.
"I waited for you to return, Legolas, to apologize." Celemirë said.
"You are forgiven." Legolas told her, kissing her neck.
"I promise I will pay you more attention."
She was silenced after that when Legolas kissed her again. She could feel his hands on her hips, and he was shaking slightly. She knew what he wanted. She pushed him off of her, and untwined her legs from his. Then she rose onto her legs, and placed her knees on either side of Legolas. She looked down into his eyes, and ran her tongue over his chest. Celemirë traced his face with her hands. At the same time, she lowered herself towards the spot between his legs. Legolas saw what she was doing, and the most beautiful smile she had ever seen crossed his face. There was a light she had never seen in his eyes.
Celemirë closed her eyes. She felt Legolas inside of her. He thrust gently once, twice, three times. With each thrust, Celemirë moaned. For a few moments, she saw Moddyn, and she froze. Legolas pulled her down next to him, and buried her head in his hair. The third and final thrust sent Celemirë's back arching. She gasped as she felt the onrush of her orgasm. Legolas felt her clutch his arms weakly.
"Celemirë, you overcame your fear!" Legolas said.
Celemirë smiled at him.
"I decided to do this as a surprise, Legolas. I have ignored you for so long. I thought that if I did not do it now, then I would never do it." Celemirë told Legolas softly.
They emerged from their bedchamber the next morning with radiant smiles on their faces. Arwen and Aragorn watched them as they entered the dining hall, unable to take their eyes off each other. Aragorn laughed merrily, and the household chuckled quietly.
"Well, good morning to you too!" he said loudly.
Legolas and Celemirë colored slightly.
"Indeed, good morning to you!" Legolas said. "Let us eat!"
"I see the night has passed well for some of us!" Arwen said.
Celemirë blushed profusely.
"It did, mother." she said quietly.
After the meal was over, Celemirë and Legolas spent the day with the King and Queen. Celemirë learned that Siana was expecting a child; she was three months pregnant. There was a small regiment of Orcs that were found still lingering in Mordor. The King's Men rid the world of them. Aside from that, everything was usual.
When evening came, everyone went outside to the river. There, the other Elves of Ithilien held a feast for Elessar and Arwen. Celemirë smiled as she watched her parents dancing together. Tears of happiness welled up in her eyes to see her mother's happy face. Memories of her grief-stricken in Imladris face loomed up before her.
'I wonder if she still thinks of that." Celemirë thought to herself.
Legolas seized her hands and raised her to her feet. Then he drew
her into his arms and they danced together, next to Celemirë's parents. The others formed a circle around them and clapped enthusiastically.
After the dancing, which lasted for several hours, the Elves sang. Elessar delighted them by singing the Lay of Lúthien Tinúviel. Arwen joined her husband midway through the Lay. Then Legolas sang a few songs about Elbereth. When he finished, there was silence.
"May I?" Celemirë asked an Elf who held a harp.
He handed his instrument to her with a bow. Celemirë resumed her seat, and began to pluck at the cords.
"I have gazed many a night at the moon. Since I was young, the moon has always been a source of fascination for me. Only tonight did I find the courage to share with you a song I have made about it." Celemirë said. "I hope it finds pleasure in your ears!"
She began to play the harp. Her voice was soft as she sang:
"White moon so bright
shining in the night
in a dark blue velvety sky
amidst the stars, so high!
I stroll contentedly in your light
your beauty delighting my sight.
And when you leave, my heart
does not wish us to part."
The last notes from the harp drifted slowly into the air. Celemirë placed the harp in her lap and kept her gaze downward. Legolas saw her cheeks were bright red out of embarrassment.
"That was very good, my lady. You have captured in your words the feeling we all have for the moon." Amorith said.
Celemirë was surprised. She had thought that her song was childish compared to the Elves' beautiful ones. She thanked her.
"And now, I think it is time we rested." Legolas said, rising to his feet. "The sun is rising."
The gathering departed with cries of "Navaer!" Celemirë and Legolas had their arms linked. Beside them, Elessar and Arwen strolled along, hands clasped. The King was whispering in Arwen's ear. There was a smile upon their faces as they looked at Celemirë.
Once in their bedchamber, Celemirë went to the bed. She was tired, and her stomach was bothering her. Elanor cried from her bed in the corner. Celemirë groaned and rose to her feet reluctantly. She brought her and nursed her, slipping into elven rest. Legolas laughed softly as he removed Elanor from his wife's arms and returned her to her bed. He glanced back at Celemirë, whose face was slightly pale in color. Only once was her face pale like this, and it was when she had first
conceived Elanor. He wondered if she was pregnant again.
Celemirë was still in bed around midday when Legolas came to check on her. He found Arwen sitting beside her, and there was a smile upon each of their faces. Legolas guessed.
"You are pregnant!" he exclaimed softly.
"How did you know?" Celemirë asked.
"I noticed the paleness of your face during the night, and remembered that the only other time it was like that was when you first conceived Elanor." Legolas told her, holding her hands and kissing them.
"Prince Legolas, son of Thranduil, your eyes have never failed you. Aragorn has often told me how you always noticed the slightest detail, and now I truly believe him. My well wishes!" Arwen said, and left them.
Legolas watched Celemirë as she rose and stood by a window, looking outside. The light breeze blew her dark hair back over her shoulders. Legolas went and stood next to her, placing his arm around her waist. Celemirë sighed and placed her head on his shoulder.
"I was not expecting this child, Legolas. It is unexpected." Celemirë said. "Yet it is joyous tidings. Perhaps now you will get a son."
Legolas turned her face towards him and traced the side of her face with his hand. He planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Celemirë, I do not care if the child is a daughter or son. So long as you are their mother, that is all I desire. I do not prefer a girl to a boy or a boy to a girl. They are all equal in my eyes and my love." Legolas told her. "So fear not if you give birth to another girl. It is not your fault."
Celemirë smiled broadly.
"I felt you would say that." she whispered.
Legolas pulled her into him. She placed her arms around his back, and nipped his earlobe gently. Then she told him:
"Legolas, gerich veleth nín. You always have."
Sindarin Translations:
Non gelir govidile: I am happy to meet you