The Birth of Dawn and Twilight
Written By: Shelly LeBlanc
~Author's Note: Okay, I finally did read "Fellowship of the Ring," in fact, I finished it a few hours ago on my way to the dorm. I liked it, though it was boring slightly. But then again, the first movie of the trilogy wasn't my favorite either. I can't wait to get "The Two Towers." There is some interesting stuff I learned. But as I said before, this is probably going to be a mixture of both movieverse and bookverse, and even some of my own universe, since it is slightly A.U. Again, I will only post on Sundays due to my schedule. ~
**Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters in this story except for Isawien, the Queen of Mirkwood, and a few other unheard of characters. All characters are copyrighted by J.K.K. Tolkien, and who ever else owns the Lord of the Rings trilogy.**
Chapter One - A child was to be born.
A sweet whisper of wind blew throughout Rivendell, sending its occupants into an excited chatter. The Elves of Imladris listened with anticipation to the news the breeze had told them. For the breeze had just left the chambers of the Lord and Lady of Rivendell, and had heard the cry of delight from the mouth of Celebrian and the delighted statement from Elrond. Once the announcement from Lord Elrond had been uttered, the wind picked up his words and spread it to his faithful subjects.
A child was to be born.
After the birth of their first children, twin boys by the names of Elladan and Elrohir, the citizens of Imladris were waiting impatiently for the next child, whom they had hoped would be a female replica of their beloved Lady. Unlike Elrond, with his dark hair and gray eyes (and which his sons have taken up after), Celebrian was the image of light. With her blonde hair and startling blue eyes, she was considered the Fairest Lady of Rivendell.
When the people of Rivendell first heard the news of Celebrian's next pregnancy, they rejoiced at the happy news, and had prayed to Valar that their Lady's beauty will be passed on to a much wanted daughter. And indeed, it was what the Lord and Lady of Rivendell wished also, though all they had ever hoped were that their children be brought safely into the world. It is not often an Elven maiden died in childbirth, nor is it often that a child be born stillborn, but being a healer, Elrond worried over it yet the same.
And he had had good reason, for a little less than five hundred years ago he had witnessed a birthing that ended in tragedy. Thranduil, the King of Mirkwood, and his wife, Isawien, were having their first child and had called on Elrond for assistance with the coming of the heir of Mirkwood. And come he did, for Elrond and Thranduil had been friends for many years, and even if they were not, Elrond was the best healer in Middle Earth, he would always come when one was in need.
The birthing at first seemed normal, for it normally took at least forty- eight hours of labor before the Elfling was born. But the two days had passed, then the third, then the fourth, and finally the fifth day. The child was born, but it did not take breath when it entered the world, nor did it after Elrond tried to get it to breathe. The only explanation to the death of the infant was that it took too much stress during the labor, and the mother's body, the seemingly perfect Elven body, suffocated the child in her womb.
Isawien had wept for days, and had almost fallen to grief. The King of Mirkwood had used a different approach to letting out his grief for his dead son, anger. Thranduil pointed the blame not at Fate or the womb of the woman he married, but at Elrond who could not bring his dead child back to life. Deep in his heart, he knew there was nothing his friend and healer could do, but his sorrow blinded him and he was the closest person that he felt he could take his anger out on.
Elrond was split between aiding Isawien's weak form and getting lashed at by his best friend. In the end, Isawien finally healed, but never fully recovered, and the friendship between the Lords of the two Elven communities was brittle but still standing.
Three hundred years later, Celebrian gave birth to the twins, causing even more strain on the already weak friendship. Elrond's joy of having two healthy sons was dampened at the thought of the child that should have been the Prince of Mirkwood. Even the thought of another child in his life brought the memory of the thing missing from Thranduil and Isawien's life. He had not spoken to Thranduil in almost a decade, but the last he did hear, they were not trying for another child. Though the likely hood that it would happen again was very slim, the Mirkwood's King did not give fate another chance. He loved his wife dearly and would not put her through the pain of losing another child.
Elrond was tempted to keep this child a secret from the Mirkwood Elves, as to protect its king and queen from more harm, but Elrond knew it would most likely cut off all ties with Thranduil. As much as the healer did not like what his friend has become, he was, in fact, still his friend.
So after the rest of Rivendell had been formally been informed of their Lady's condition, Elrond had sent two letters. One was to Mirkwood, addressed to the King and Queen. And the other letter to the Lord and Lady of Lorien, who were to be the grandparents of the new child. A new life was coming into Rivendell, while the shadows still haunted the woods of Mirkwood, and there was nothing even Elrond could do, but wait for the future that he only see glimpses of.
A child was to be born.
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Review Thanks:
Nikki1: Thank you! I hope you like the next installment.
Kawaii ningen kitsune: Sorry for the hanging of the edge, but you are correct . . . Wow, did I make it that obvious? LOL. I wasn't really wanting to keep it a surprise but I kind of did want to shock people. So I won't say any more, enjoy this chapter.
Written By: Shelly LeBlanc
~Author's Note: Okay, I finally did read "Fellowship of the Ring," in fact, I finished it a few hours ago on my way to the dorm. I liked it, though it was boring slightly. But then again, the first movie of the trilogy wasn't my favorite either. I can't wait to get "The Two Towers." There is some interesting stuff I learned. But as I said before, this is probably going to be a mixture of both movieverse and bookverse, and even some of my own universe, since it is slightly A.U. Again, I will only post on Sundays due to my schedule. ~
**Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters in this story except for Isawien, the Queen of Mirkwood, and a few other unheard of characters. All characters are copyrighted by J.K.K. Tolkien, and who ever else owns the Lord of the Rings trilogy.**
Chapter One - A child was to be born.
A sweet whisper of wind blew throughout Rivendell, sending its occupants into an excited chatter. The Elves of Imladris listened with anticipation to the news the breeze had told them. For the breeze had just left the chambers of the Lord and Lady of Rivendell, and had heard the cry of delight from the mouth of Celebrian and the delighted statement from Elrond. Once the announcement from Lord Elrond had been uttered, the wind picked up his words and spread it to his faithful subjects.
A child was to be born.
After the birth of their first children, twin boys by the names of Elladan and Elrohir, the citizens of Imladris were waiting impatiently for the next child, whom they had hoped would be a female replica of their beloved Lady. Unlike Elrond, with his dark hair and gray eyes (and which his sons have taken up after), Celebrian was the image of light. With her blonde hair and startling blue eyes, she was considered the Fairest Lady of Rivendell.
When the people of Rivendell first heard the news of Celebrian's next pregnancy, they rejoiced at the happy news, and had prayed to Valar that their Lady's beauty will be passed on to a much wanted daughter. And indeed, it was what the Lord and Lady of Rivendell wished also, though all they had ever hoped were that their children be brought safely into the world. It is not often an Elven maiden died in childbirth, nor is it often that a child be born stillborn, but being a healer, Elrond worried over it yet the same.
And he had had good reason, for a little less than five hundred years ago he had witnessed a birthing that ended in tragedy. Thranduil, the King of Mirkwood, and his wife, Isawien, were having their first child and had called on Elrond for assistance with the coming of the heir of Mirkwood. And come he did, for Elrond and Thranduil had been friends for many years, and even if they were not, Elrond was the best healer in Middle Earth, he would always come when one was in need.
The birthing at first seemed normal, for it normally took at least forty- eight hours of labor before the Elfling was born. But the two days had passed, then the third, then the fourth, and finally the fifth day. The child was born, but it did not take breath when it entered the world, nor did it after Elrond tried to get it to breathe. The only explanation to the death of the infant was that it took too much stress during the labor, and the mother's body, the seemingly perfect Elven body, suffocated the child in her womb.
Isawien had wept for days, and had almost fallen to grief. The King of Mirkwood had used a different approach to letting out his grief for his dead son, anger. Thranduil pointed the blame not at Fate or the womb of the woman he married, but at Elrond who could not bring his dead child back to life. Deep in his heart, he knew there was nothing his friend and healer could do, but his sorrow blinded him and he was the closest person that he felt he could take his anger out on.
Elrond was split between aiding Isawien's weak form and getting lashed at by his best friend. In the end, Isawien finally healed, but never fully recovered, and the friendship between the Lords of the two Elven communities was brittle but still standing.
Three hundred years later, Celebrian gave birth to the twins, causing even more strain on the already weak friendship. Elrond's joy of having two healthy sons was dampened at the thought of the child that should have been the Prince of Mirkwood. Even the thought of another child in his life brought the memory of the thing missing from Thranduil and Isawien's life. He had not spoken to Thranduil in almost a decade, but the last he did hear, they were not trying for another child. Though the likely hood that it would happen again was very slim, the Mirkwood's King did not give fate another chance. He loved his wife dearly and would not put her through the pain of losing another child.
Elrond was tempted to keep this child a secret from the Mirkwood Elves, as to protect its king and queen from more harm, but Elrond knew it would most likely cut off all ties with Thranduil. As much as the healer did not like what his friend has become, he was, in fact, still his friend.
So after the rest of Rivendell had been formally been informed of their Lady's condition, Elrond had sent two letters. One was to Mirkwood, addressed to the King and Queen. And the other letter to the Lord and Lady of Lorien, who were to be the grandparents of the new child. A new life was coming into Rivendell, while the shadows still haunted the woods of Mirkwood, and there was nothing even Elrond could do, but wait for the future that he only see glimpses of.
A child was to be born.
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Review Thanks:
Nikki1: Thank you! I hope you like the next installment.
Kawaii ningen kitsune: Sorry for the hanging of the edge, but you are correct . . . Wow, did I make it that obvious? LOL. I wasn't really wanting to keep it a surprise but I kind of did want to shock people. So I won't say any more, enjoy this chapter.