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I woke up to hear the birds singing. One of my hands was trapped in something and I could feel a heaviness on my stomach and legs.
I was tired and my eyes were heavy, I didn't want to wake up, at least not yet anyway.
The events of last night came back to me all at once. A freight train would have been gentler about it.
A feeling of pride was there, definitely. I'd put up with him and his beatings for too long. But at the same time I wasn't so proud, I had hurt someone. It wasn't really in my nature to be violent and to start now was more than a little disappointing. Knowing that I'd raised my fist in pure hatred was devastating. Yes, I hated him, but in following my hatred I had lost a small part of myself. Or maybe I had gained. I had faced him. And despite quivering in my boots, I had still not backed down. That part of me was slowly beginning to win me over. He was in the dungeons, there was no way that he could get me and there was no way that he could escape. No doubt Elrond had made sure that he was in one of the deepest cells.
There would no doubt be a trial of some sort, not that a trial was actually needed. I hope that I don't have to do or say anything. I wanted to attend the trial, but condemning a man was something completely different. There was no way that Elrond would banish him from Imladris, he would just go back to Saruman. But there had been few cases where somebody had been put to death. And if that was the case I have no doubt that whoever takes up the task, will make it a painful death. Elves were a peaceful race, but I had learned quickly, that they were loyal to their friends and if provoked, some had a very nasty tempter. Like the twins for example, when I'd told them about what had happened they were furious and the look in their eyes was one of pure hatred, they would make it a slow death.
A thought suddenly struck me. My mum still hadn't been found. If she was in Middle-Earth, wouldn't she have been found? But…I suppose it's possible that she's in another land. I had to ask Elrond later.
I couldn't help but wonder about Adar. He looked awful last night. When I saw his face as he came down the path with Elrond, he looked…old. He looked pained by something. I had done that, once again I had failed him, I had failed Legolas and Haldir as well. I had ignored them and had not given any of them a signal.
I stopped thinking and let myself drift back off to sleep.
{I opened my eyes slowly and then sat up. I was in a large room, the walls had been painted white and there were small statues placed in alcoves. The ceiling was high, and from it hung a large crystal chandelier. Metres of white, sparkling fabric hung down from around the hanging, giving it a romantic feeling. Across from the bed was a large, ornate fireplace. The bed its self was queen size, it was covered in Green velvet and white silk. The headboard was beautiful. It bore the same symbol that was on our bed at home. To the left of me, were two glass doors leading to a balcony.
I walked around and examined the statues; they were all the same woman. As I walked around the room, the story within the statues played out.
The first was of a lone woman, and then, as it progressed, the woman was joined by a man. The last one was of the couple each holding a child. There were still a few empty alcoves that were waiting to be filled.
I was distracted by a cry. It was a child's cry. Then the soothing lyrics of a song drifted into the room. Looking around I found a set of double doors, one of which was slightly open. I followed the sound of the voice and stopped outside the door. Putting one hand on the door I stepped inside. I withheld a gasp of wonder at what I saw.
The room was beautiful, it had been painted a soft shade of yellow. A thick rug sat before a large couch in front of the fire. All around the room were small lanterns that softy lit the room.
On the far side of the room, stood two cradles.
And with one child in his arms, stood Legolas. He was wearing a long robe of silver and white that had been embroidered with beautiful patterns. He looked the same as always, only he now wore a crown of golden leaves upon his head. He stood, singing and rocking the fussing child.
I walked slowly over to the cradle that held the other child. I peered over and smiled. She was a girl. She had bright blue eyes and a fair head of hair. She giggled and raised her small arms to me. Carefully, not wanting to break her, I picked her up and cradled her to my chest. This is when I noticed my own state of dress. I was wearing a long white dress that had silver embroidery with long bell sleeves as I usually wore. I felt something resting on my head. I carefully held the baby and touched my forehead. And sure enough a circlet sat there. I turned round to look at Legolas. He had stopped singing and was now gazing down at the sleeping child in his arms with a smile on his face.
He raised his head and looked at me with loving eyes and a brilliant smile. I gasped in realisation. These were my children, these were our children.
My eyes travelled to the small bundle I held in my arms. I didn't know what to think. Was this our future?
I felt an icy breeze rush past me and when I looked up, nothing was the same.
I let out an involuntary scream as I looked at the baby that I still held. Her tiny fists were clutching the edge of her blankets, her blooded blankets. Her eyes were open in death.
I gazed around the room in shock and despair. I ran over to Legolas, who was now lying dead on the floor, an arrow protruding from his chest, the baby still in his arms. His golden hair was streaked with blood and his face was still twisted in horror.
I moved Legolas' arm and gathered up the other baby. It was a boy. We had twins.
And there I sat. Next to my husband holding my babies and weeping for the future}.
I woke up screaming. That could not be my future. It could not.
"Thalia, Thalia?"
I lifted my head to see Adar looking at me with concern shining in his eyes.
"What's the matter?" he asked
"Nothing. I'm fine"
"Yelde, don't lie to me. What is wrong?"
"I just had a dream that's all"
"What kind of dream?"
"I saw something"
Glorfindel furrowed his brows and shook his head slightly.
"What did you see?"
"I saw Legolas. I saw, Legolas, with two babies, they were twins. They were our twins. We were king and queen. One minute I was holding my daughter and then…then…everything changed…"
He smiled at her description. It sounded about right. If everything went to plan the two would marry.
"And then what happened?" he gently coaxed her.
"There was blood…and she was dead"
"Who was dead?"
He glanced up and saw the twins, Legolas and Haldir stood beside her bed. She was so upset that she had not noticed. Legolas stood, leaning on Elrohir for a little support. A smile graced his face, but a small hit of worry could be detected.
"And then…I looked over at Legolas and …he…he…he was dead" she was cut of as a sob broke though her words.
"…and the baby. The baby he was holding. They were both lying on the floor. Dead"
She sat the staring at the wall opposite. She nearly jumped as Legolas sat down beside her and gathered her into his arms.
"Legolas?" she whispered
"It's me love, I'm here"
"Legolas"
"It's alright. Everything is alright. I'm here. So are your Adar and Elrohir and Elladan and Haldir"
She nodded against his chest. She closed her eyes and burrowed further into his arms, letting his scent invade her senses.
A silence settled between the group. Each was left to their own thoughts. And then finally- the question that needed to be asked.
"Thalia. The trial is to be held at dawn tomorrow. We need to know"
Glorfindel paused to look at the others before turning his attention back to his daughter.
"Do you wish to see him dead?"
Her head shot up, almost smacking Legolas in the nose. Her eyes darted from person to person.
Each face held a grim determination, they wanted him dead, and all they needed was her say.
"Yes, I want him dead"
A lone tear ran down her cheek as she gave her permission.
"I am glad to hear that Thalia"
Heads turned as Elrond made his way over to her side.
"There can be no end to your torment until you can let go. I can only hope that you have to goodness in your heart to forgive him for his wrongs against you. However, if you can, you are a better elf than I am. I do not know if I would have the strength to forgive"
He lent forward and kissed her brow.
"Elrond. I have to ask you something"
He looked at her, waiting for her to begin
"I had a dream. About the future"
Elrond held up his hand to stop her.
"Thalia. With everything that has happened I had forgotten to talk to you about these types of dreams. Dreams or visions of the future. Are often nothing like the truth of a situation. They can show us our most desires or they can show us our worst thoughts. In your case, it has indeed shown you, what you wish, but because your thoughts are undecided, your unconscious mind was caught in a conflict. And it resulted in your dream. And what you most fear is gaining what you have always wished for, a happy and loving family, and your worst fear, is then losing it. Is it not?"
"So, that's not going to happen then?"
"You may indeed, have twins when you marry. But you must remember that Legolas is both a warrior and a prince. He will be well protected. You have nothing to worry about, it will not come to pass".
She let out a heavy sigh of relief as she nuzzled her head into Legolas chest. He looked down at her with a huge smile on his face. He had not given it much thought before, but when they did marry, he would indeed wish to have children with her and now he couldn't wait for the day when he could hold his child in his arms.
The twins stood watching the couple with grins on their faces, like Legolas they couldn't wait for the time when Thalia had her children. They would have someone to teach the tricks of their trade to.
"Elrond, you have yet to explain the cause of Legolas' collapse" Haldir pointed out.
"Ahh…Legolas, yet again you had to bear the brunt of Thalia's emotions"
Thalia looked up, feeling more than a little disheartened.
"This of course, was not Thalia's fault. She would not have even been aware of it. If, for some reason, one of you cannot bear your emotions alone, your spirits will automatically seek the others out for help. It is not something that you will able to control, although in time, you will become more aware of it"
"I'm sorry Legolas"
Everybody turned to look at Thalia, with a mixture of irritation, worry and amusement on their faces. She had nothing to apologise for, and the fact that she felt she had to apologise for something that was beyond her control was absurd.
"Thalia. Do not apologise for something that was not of your own doing. You are a free woman, and you are not responsible for everything that does not go to plan. Do you understand me?!" Glorfindel said sternly.
"Yes Adar". She said, a little embarrassed.
"Well. I am glad to see that you are both well", Elrond started, glancing at the couple on the bed. "But we must rise early for the trial. I bid you all goodnight and hope that you all follow suit. Legolas, Thalia, you may go back to your rooms"
"Wait a minute. What time is it?" Thalia asked, a little confused.
"The moon has been high for over an hour" Haldir informed her.
A look of amazement crossed her face.
"Wow. I've been asleep forever".
Meanwhile down in the dungeons, the human was sat, huddled on a small bench. Praying for forgiveness. He was sorry for the pain that he had caused her. Or was he sorry that he had been caught.