The Birth of Dawn and Twilight
Written By: Shelly LeBlanc
~Author's Note: Second chapter, in case you didn't notice. All the dialogue is Elfish, since there is no other race present in this story at this time. Just to let you know, the Elf named Amrod, is Orlando (Bloom) in Elfish . . . not the actual actor but his name. I just can't remember if Bloom was added to it . . . Oh well. I am writing the last chapter of this story as we speak (or read) and I will start on the next part of the story as soon as possible. But I'm still only updating Sundays. I might change my mind later, but until then, sorry!~
**Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters in this story except for Isawien, the Queen of Mirkwood, and some other random people. All characters are copyrighted by J.R.R. Tolkien, and who ever else owns the Lord of the Rings trilogy.**
Chapter Two - Unexpected Arrival
Time had passed, and the arrival of the unborn child was coming soon. Still no word from Mirkwood, though Elrond had expected as much. He did not blame the lack of response on his friends, only on the way fate had played their cards.
Besides, the Lord of Rivendell did not know if it was best for the King and Queen of the former Greenwood should be here when the time came, for the Half-Elf felt a dark shadow lurking in the corner of his mind. His wife's health seemed perfect throughout most of the pregnancy, actually fairing better than she had with her first. She glowed brighter than normal, which is expected from Elven mothers-to-be. Elrond found it hard to take his eyes off of his lovely wife at times, and knew that this was a very good thing. If an Elf could not bear to stand his wife during her pregnancy, it was bad omen.
The only problem Elrond could see on examining his beloved wife was the size of her stomach. It was large, indeed, as most pregnant belly's do, but the size of it at her term was not normal. While, alas, she wasn't as big as her first pregnancy, it was close.
Fear struck Elrond's heart, the thought that the child would possibly be too big to enter naturally into the world and that he might have to cut the child out of its mother's womb. The process had worked before, but it was a technique that he did want to do. It could cause problems for both the mother and the child if a mishap would occur. Lord Elrond was an Elf, but he was not perfect.
But he lever let what was thought in his head out of his mouth, especially in front of his wife. Celebrian was as happy as she was beautiful. Her laughter was musical; the trees seemed to sway with the beauty of her voice. The birds sang a tune to go with her voice, for they were the harmony to her melody. No Elf before her had tamed the winged animals as quickly or as beautifully as the Lady of Imladris. The founder of Rivendell would make sure her happiness would last as long as he would make it. It was better for the mother to not stress over something a worrier like himself found unnatural.
So he kept silent and only told her the good news, though there was really no bad news to tell. Except for the lack of word to from the Elf he considered a brother, but Elrond did have the privilege of keeping that a secret. Even with the many happy greetings they had received, even his rosy wife could not overlook the absent of a much wanted letter.
"I wish they would try again," she would say softly to him some times at night, when they were laying in bed, basking in the moonlight that shinned through their window. Celebrian would lie on her side, drawing her husband as near as she could with the obstacle that lay between them. It was the only sorrow that was present in her voice those many months of pregnancy. While she wasn't as close to Thranduil and Isawien as her husband once had been, but she felt for them in her heart just the same.
Like the good husband he always tried to be, Elrond tried to take this sorrow away from his dear lover's heart.
"I do too, my love, but there is nothing we can do. If they do not answer our calls, then we cannot make them listen. It is up to them and their duty to their kingdom that will decide their fate."
"I know, I know. I just wish they could have something to light of the darkness that is over taking their fair land. A light of an Elfling would work wonders."
"Indeed, it would," the Lord said, sighing. "Celebrian, please do not trouble your thoughts, it is not good for you. I shall try again and see if they would at least come to the birthing ceremony. Until we hear word from them, kept the sad thoughts from your mind."
The blonde wife of Elrond looked over his face and smiled. "I shall try, milord. If it is to make you happy and stop you from worrying so much."
The dark-haired elf scoffed. "I do not worry a lot, I am just cautious."
"Indeed," Celebrian smirked teasingly at her husband. Finally, a smile was placed on Elrond's lips and they both laughed gently.
"All right, Fair one, I do admit. I am a worrisome creature, but I have good cause. I have a lovely wife whom I cannot understand why she chose me. I have two sons, whom if they are to live to see four hundred years, had better stop pulling pranks on the citizens of this beautiful community. And speaking of communities, I have many Elves to tend over and it is a wonder I haven't messed up bad enough for them to dethrone me..."
A small smiled had brightened the Lady's face, "Or perhaps they know that next in line would be Elladan, and they think that they could handle your flaws better than our son's antics."
This time a full-blown laugh escaped the lips of Lord Elrond. "Ah, yes, that must be it.and after him would be Elrohir, but he's not much better.and then it would be.Aha! I got it now! That is the reason they wanted us to have a new child so bad, they are praying for a well-behaved Elf to come along before they kick me out."
Celebrian's melodic laughter joined his. "Well, let's not disappoint them. I will make sure this child will never play with the twins as long as it's an Elfling."
The happy couple continued to tease each other until the light of dawn appeared. Elrond looked through the window, smiling in the warmth of the morning sun.
"I hope that this child will have the color of the morning sun in her hair," he murmured to his wife, but saw her shake her head.
"Nay, he will have hair as dark as the night." Elrond lifted his to stare at her.
"He?"
Celebrian smiled at her husband, "Or she.but I have a feeling another son will be upon us, in the future.I am not positive it will be this child."
"Really, a fourth child. This one is not out of the womb and you have plans for another child?" Elrond asked, amused.
Celebrian just smiled up at him for a moment, and then a serious look came into her eyes. "What do you foretell about this child?"
Elrond was startled slightly by the question, but not surprised completely by it. He had the gift of foresight, and it would have only been a matter of time before Celebrian could not hold out any longer. It had happened with the first pregnancy.
Elrond placed his hand upon his wife's middle section and closed his eyes. He was silent a few moments, contemplating what he saw, or he did not see.
"I see lightness and darkness.this child will have both happiness and sadness in its life.but as for as what sex is this child, the lines are blurred.nothing else is coming to me."
Celebrian smiled at her husband and placed her hand over his. "That is all right, I am content to learn that some happiness will be in this Elfling's life. It will help him or her through the sorrow."
Elrond had opened his mouth to encourage those thoughts when a knock on the door disturbed their conversation.
Elrond got out of bed and placed a robe over his nightclothes before going to his door and opening it slightly to the face of one of his messengers.
"Yes, Amrod, what news do you bring."
"Lord Elrond, a visitor is here, requesting the presence of both you and Lady Celebrian. He is waiting in your study, my Lord."
"Who is it, Amrod?" Celebrian asked, coming up behind her husband.
Amrod shifted slightly under his Lady's glaze. "The King of Mirkwood."
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Review Thanks:
Gissela : I unforchantly cannot reveal anything yet, it would give away the plot, but I'm glad you enjoy it so far. Keep a watch out for the next chapters.
Nikki1 : Here's the next chapter for you. It's not what you wanted *yet* but don't worry, it will get better . . . hehehehe . . .
Kawaii ningen kitsune : Here you go, the next chapter. This is not the most exciting chapters, I must admit, but it explains some things *I think?* I hope you enjoy it!
Written By: Shelly LeBlanc
~Author's Note: Second chapter, in case you didn't notice. All the dialogue is Elfish, since there is no other race present in this story at this time. Just to let you know, the Elf named Amrod, is Orlando (Bloom) in Elfish . . . not the actual actor but his name. I just can't remember if Bloom was added to it . . . Oh well. I am writing the last chapter of this story as we speak (or read) and I will start on the next part of the story as soon as possible. But I'm still only updating Sundays. I might change my mind later, but until then, sorry!~
**Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters in this story except for Isawien, the Queen of Mirkwood, and some other random people. All characters are copyrighted by J.R.R. Tolkien, and who ever else owns the Lord of the Rings trilogy.**
Chapter Two - Unexpected Arrival
Time had passed, and the arrival of the unborn child was coming soon. Still no word from Mirkwood, though Elrond had expected as much. He did not blame the lack of response on his friends, only on the way fate had played their cards.
Besides, the Lord of Rivendell did not know if it was best for the King and Queen of the former Greenwood should be here when the time came, for the Half-Elf felt a dark shadow lurking in the corner of his mind. His wife's health seemed perfect throughout most of the pregnancy, actually fairing better than she had with her first. She glowed brighter than normal, which is expected from Elven mothers-to-be. Elrond found it hard to take his eyes off of his lovely wife at times, and knew that this was a very good thing. If an Elf could not bear to stand his wife during her pregnancy, it was bad omen.
The only problem Elrond could see on examining his beloved wife was the size of her stomach. It was large, indeed, as most pregnant belly's do, but the size of it at her term was not normal. While, alas, she wasn't as big as her first pregnancy, it was close.
Fear struck Elrond's heart, the thought that the child would possibly be too big to enter naturally into the world and that he might have to cut the child out of its mother's womb. The process had worked before, but it was a technique that he did want to do. It could cause problems for both the mother and the child if a mishap would occur. Lord Elrond was an Elf, but he was not perfect.
But he lever let what was thought in his head out of his mouth, especially in front of his wife. Celebrian was as happy as she was beautiful. Her laughter was musical; the trees seemed to sway with the beauty of her voice. The birds sang a tune to go with her voice, for they were the harmony to her melody. No Elf before her had tamed the winged animals as quickly or as beautifully as the Lady of Imladris. The founder of Rivendell would make sure her happiness would last as long as he would make it. It was better for the mother to not stress over something a worrier like himself found unnatural.
So he kept silent and only told her the good news, though there was really no bad news to tell. Except for the lack of word to from the Elf he considered a brother, but Elrond did have the privilege of keeping that a secret. Even with the many happy greetings they had received, even his rosy wife could not overlook the absent of a much wanted letter.
"I wish they would try again," she would say softly to him some times at night, when they were laying in bed, basking in the moonlight that shinned through their window. Celebrian would lie on her side, drawing her husband as near as she could with the obstacle that lay between them. It was the only sorrow that was present in her voice those many months of pregnancy. While she wasn't as close to Thranduil and Isawien as her husband once had been, but she felt for them in her heart just the same.
Like the good husband he always tried to be, Elrond tried to take this sorrow away from his dear lover's heart.
"I do too, my love, but there is nothing we can do. If they do not answer our calls, then we cannot make them listen. It is up to them and their duty to their kingdom that will decide their fate."
"I know, I know. I just wish they could have something to light of the darkness that is over taking their fair land. A light of an Elfling would work wonders."
"Indeed, it would," the Lord said, sighing. "Celebrian, please do not trouble your thoughts, it is not good for you. I shall try again and see if they would at least come to the birthing ceremony. Until we hear word from them, kept the sad thoughts from your mind."
The blonde wife of Elrond looked over his face and smiled. "I shall try, milord. If it is to make you happy and stop you from worrying so much."
The dark-haired elf scoffed. "I do not worry a lot, I am just cautious."
"Indeed," Celebrian smirked teasingly at her husband. Finally, a smile was placed on Elrond's lips and they both laughed gently.
"All right, Fair one, I do admit. I am a worrisome creature, but I have good cause. I have a lovely wife whom I cannot understand why she chose me. I have two sons, whom if they are to live to see four hundred years, had better stop pulling pranks on the citizens of this beautiful community. And speaking of communities, I have many Elves to tend over and it is a wonder I haven't messed up bad enough for them to dethrone me..."
A small smiled had brightened the Lady's face, "Or perhaps they know that next in line would be Elladan, and they think that they could handle your flaws better than our son's antics."
This time a full-blown laugh escaped the lips of Lord Elrond. "Ah, yes, that must be it.and after him would be Elrohir, but he's not much better.and then it would be.Aha! I got it now! That is the reason they wanted us to have a new child so bad, they are praying for a well-behaved Elf to come along before they kick me out."
Celebrian's melodic laughter joined his. "Well, let's not disappoint them. I will make sure this child will never play with the twins as long as it's an Elfling."
The happy couple continued to tease each other until the light of dawn appeared. Elrond looked through the window, smiling in the warmth of the morning sun.
"I hope that this child will have the color of the morning sun in her hair," he murmured to his wife, but saw her shake her head.
"Nay, he will have hair as dark as the night." Elrond lifted his to stare at her.
"He?"
Celebrian smiled at her husband, "Or she.but I have a feeling another son will be upon us, in the future.I am not positive it will be this child."
"Really, a fourth child. This one is not out of the womb and you have plans for another child?" Elrond asked, amused.
Celebrian just smiled up at him for a moment, and then a serious look came into her eyes. "What do you foretell about this child?"
Elrond was startled slightly by the question, but not surprised completely by it. He had the gift of foresight, and it would have only been a matter of time before Celebrian could not hold out any longer. It had happened with the first pregnancy.
Elrond placed his hand upon his wife's middle section and closed his eyes. He was silent a few moments, contemplating what he saw, or he did not see.
"I see lightness and darkness.this child will have both happiness and sadness in its life.but as for as what sex is this child, the lines are blurred.nothing else is coming to me."
Celebrian smiled at her husband and placed her hand over his. "That is all right, I am content to learn that some happiness will be in this Elfling's life. It will help him or her through the sorrow."
Elrond had opened his mouth to encourage those thoughts when a knock on the door disturbed their conversation.
Elrond got out of bed and placed a robe over his nightclothes before going to his door and opening it slightly to the face of one of his messengers.
"Yes, Amrod, what news do you bring."
"Lord Elrond, a visitor is here, requesting the presence of both you and Lady Celebrian. He is waiting in your study, my Lord."
"Who is it, Amrod?" Celebrian asked, coming up behind her husband.
Amrod shifted slightly under his Lady's glaze. "The King of Mirkwood."
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Review Thanks:
Gissela : I unforchantly cannot reveal anything yet, it would give away the plot, but I'm glad you enjoy it so far. Keep a watch out for the next chapters.
Nikki1 : Here's the next chapter for you. It's not what you wanted *yet* but don't worry, it will get better . . . hehehehe . . .
Kawaii ningen kitsune : Here you go, the next chapter. This is not the most exciting chapters, I must admit, but it explains some things *I think?* I hope you enjoy it!