A/N: Here we go again, another story, another new beginning.
Hope you enjoy this one as much as I did writing it. As always, I love your feedback.
Samantha.
Prologue.
"Be easy, nin melath. All will soon be well." Aragorn spoke, somewhere near her ear.
As the pain passed Arwen opened her eyes, startled once more by the bright light before her eyes adjusted. "Call for my Father." She told him, "It is almost time. I can feel it."
"I am here Arwen. It is alright, you are doing well, nin iell." Lord Elrond spoke, rising from one of the chairs across the room.
"I wish Naneth was here, Ada." She whimpered as the pain came again.
Gently Elrond laid his palm over Arwen's forehead, feeling the thin film of sweat gathered there, dampening her long dark hair. Using his other hand he brushed a handful of her tresses away from her face, putting them to rest behind her shoulders.
"Please Ada, make it stop."
"I cannot Arwen. It will be over soon. Stay strong for us. For your child ai Naneth."
Beside her she felt Aragorn move to take her gently by the hand. "We can do this A'melamin. We can make it." He said reassuringly.
"How can we do this?" Arwen bit out. "You aren't doing anything."
Lost once more in the ever-consuming pain Arwen failed to notice the looks exchanged between Aragorn and Elrond.
It was hours before Arwen's child entered the world, born as the stars began to appear in the twilight.
Wailing and bloody Elrond laid the infant, wrapped only in a birthing cloth , in her mother's waiting arms.
"She is beautiful, this little one." Elrond said, looking affectionately at his daughter and newborn granddaughter. "Just like you when you were born, Arwen."
"She is perfect." Arwen spoke, almost whispering, gazing down at the tiny infant, her nin iell.
"That she is." Aragorn said, smiling. "With her mother she could hardly be anything but." He smiled at the two most beautiful creatures he had ever seen in waking or dreaming.
Carefully Elrond took the tiny infant from her mother's arms, passing her to a nurse who would take the little Elven princess to bathe and dress.
Arwen stared after her, instantly in love with the baby she could hear crying as the nurse carried her down the hallway to the washroom.
"What will you call her?" Elrond asked the pair, jolting Arwen out of her thoughts.
Aragorn squeezed her hand as Arwen leaned back into the pile of pillows behind her. "I don't know what we should call her, Arwen. We only chose a name for a boy."
"Luthien." Arwen spoke softly. "We will call her Luthien Tinuviel, after my grandmother of old."
"Luthien." Aragorn sounded the name out. "It is a fitting name for her, born in the evening."
"Lovely." Elrond told them, remembering the infant's delicate features and dark hair. "Rest now Arwen. This labor was long and hard on you. Give your mind and body time to recover."
"I will Ada." She said softly, sleep already clouding her mind. With her words she drifted into oblivion, allowing sleep to claim her.
Hope you enjoy this one as much as I did writing it. As always, I love your feedback.
Samantha.
Prologue.
"Be easy, nin melath. All will soon be well." Aragorn spoke, somewhere near her ear.
As the pain passed Arwen opened her eyes, startled once more by the bright light before her eyes adjusted. "Call for my Father." She told him, "It is almost time. I can feel it."
"I am here Arwen. It is alright, you are doing well, nin iell." Lord Elrond spoke, rising from one of the chairs across the room.
"I wish Naneth was here, Ada." She whimpered as the pain came again.
Gently Elrond laid his palm over Arwen's forehead, feeling the thin film of sweat gathered there, dampening her long dark hair. Using his other hand he brushed a handful of her tresses away from her face, putting them to rest behind her shoulders.
"Please Ada, make it stop."
"I cannot Arwen. It will be over soon. Stay strong for us. For your child ai Naneth."
Beside her she felt Aragorn move to take her gently by the hand. "We can do this A'melamin. We can make it." He said reassuringly.
"How can we do this?" Arwen bit out. "You aren't doing anything."
Lost once more in the ever-consuming pain Arwen failed to notice the looks exchanged between Aragorn and Elrond.
It was hours before Arwen's child entered the world, born as the stars began to appear in the twilight.
Wailing and bloody Elrond laid the infant, wrapped only in a birthing cloth , in her mother's waiting arms.
"She is beautiful, this little one." Elrond said, looking affectionately at his daughter and newborn granddaughter. "Just like you when you were born, Arwen."
"She is perfect." Arwen spoke, almost whispering, gazing down at the tiny infant, her nin iell.
"That she is." Aragorn said, smiling. "With her mother she could hardly be anything but." He smiled at the two most beautiful creatures he had ever seen in waking or dreaming.
Carefully Elrond took the tiny infant from her mother's arms, passing her to a nurse who would take the little Elven princess to bathe and dress.
Arwen stared after her, instantly in love with the baby she could hear crying as the nurse carried her down the hallway to the washroom.
"What will you call her?" Elrond asked the pair, jolting Arwen out of her thoughts.
Aragorn squeezed her hand as Arwen leaned back into the pile of pillows behind her. "I don't know what we should call her, Arwen. We only chose a name for a boy."
"Luthien." Arwen spoke softly. "We will call her Luthien Tinuviel, after my grandmother of old."
"Luthien." Aragorn sounded the name out. "It is a fitting name for her, born in the evening."
"Lovely." Elrond told them, remembering the infant's delicate features and dark hair. "Rest now Arwen. This labor was long and hard on you. Give your mind and body time to recover."
"I will Ada." She said softly, sleep already clouding her mind. With her words she drifted into oblivion, allowing sleep to claim her.