~* Well this is a Merry story. My first attempt at angst, so bare with me.
Read and Review please, tell me what you think. *~
~* The Sad Beginning *~
"As she trusted her Rohan sword into the deadly creature, her sword broke into hundreds of little shards. She fell to the ground with this last effort, forward upon her fallen foe. The shapeless creature now torn and tumbled sent a shuddering cry into the air, it faded to a shrill wailing into passing wind, a voice bodiless and thin that died. He was never to be heard of again in this age of this world, and that my dear is the tale of how the great Shieldmaidan destroyed the fearsome Witchking."
"Wow, is that really true daddy?" asked a small hobbit child.
"Why yes, quite true, I was there," said the older hobbit in awe, staring into the low flames of the fire.
"Really daddy?" asked the child with a yawn, "You were there?"
"Yes indeed my little jewel of the Shire, but that is another tale for another night, well lets get you to bed how about?"
There was no reply; the small hobbit was already fast asleep on her chest. He wrapped his arms around the child, and she smiled in her sleep. It was her favourite place in the whole world, right there in her father's arms, listening to the beating of his heart with the heat of the fire nearby. Merry sat with his child, the most precious possession in his life. He remembered the first time he held her...
Merry waited impatiently, pacing back and forth through the hall. One of the nurses finally came from the chamber. She looked saddened, like something horrid was happening. But nothing could possibly go wrong, not on the birth of his first child, could it? Merry's heart began to beat harder and harder, as if thumping out of his chest, the nurse was silent, but signaled Merry to follow her.
He entered the chamber nervous. The room was both hot and heavy. An exhausted lass lay in bed, sweat beading on her forehead. Merry rushed to her side, taking her hand.
"Estella, my love."
She looked into his blue-gray haze eyes, as if trying to send a message; her eyes became round and teary. He knew what was happening, it had happened before. Not to him, but other lads, the poor souls. His beloved wife.
The nurse passed a small bundle of blankets to the worn Estella. The blankets yellow and fuzzy seemed to stir. Estella looked at the figure inside with wonder. It was her miracle, her creation with Merry. She turned the babe toward her love. The eyes glittered in wonder as the babe watched his new world. Merry smiled, and the babe looked up. As their eyes met, Merry teared with glee. He was a father, a protector of this new life. Estella began to whimper and wine. Merry was hushed out of the room by a nurse taking his child. Merry glanced at the babe, then at his hurting love. Several hours later Merry came into the chamber with fear. His love, before so lively, was now so ill. Merry couldn't believe, no this was not happening, not to him, no. His love of his life was dieing. The birth was too much for her fragile body. Merry took her hands, one last time, kissed her forehead, nose, and lips. Why him, why?
"Ella, you can make it through this, don't give up..."
"Merry, raise her proud," she said tenderly, "I will love you and Eowyn, and will always be with you, and Eowyn, forever, til the end of time." She smiled weakly.
"No, Ella, no raise her together," he tightened his grip on her hands, "you will make it."
"Goodbye Merry my love, my dearest husband, one and only..." With that she faded into darkness...
Merry rose with his child in his arms, and carried her off toward her room, and retired as well, to his lonely bed.
~* Don't forget to Review, and more is one the way, laters! *~
~* Ella *~
~* The Sad Beginning *~
"As she trusted her Rohan sword into the deadly creature, her sword broke into hundreds of little shards. She fell to the ground with this last effort, forward upon her fallen foe. The shapeless creature now torn and tumbled sent a shuddering cry into the air, it faded to a shrill wailing into passing wind, a voice bodiless and thin that died. He was never to be heard of again in this age of this world, and that my dear is the tale of how the great Shieldmaidan destroyed the fearsome Witchking."
"Wow, is that really true daddy?" asked a small hobbit child.
"Why yes, quite true, I was there," said the older hobbit in awe, staring into the low flames of the fire.
"Really daddy?" asked the child with a yawn, "You were there?"
"Yes indeed my little jewel of the Shire, but that is another tale for another night, well lets get you to bed how about?"
There was no reply; the small hobbit was already fast asleep on her chest. He wrapped his arms around the child, and she smiled in her sleep. It was her favourite place in the whole world, right there in her father's arms, listening to the beating of his heart with the heat of the fire nearby. Merry sat with his child, the most precious possession in his life. He remembered the first time he held her...
Merry waited impatiently, pacing back and forth through the hall. One of the nurses finally came from the chamber. She looked saddened, like something horrid was happening. But nothing could possibly go wrong, not on the birth of his first child, could it? Merry's heart began to beat harder and harder, as if thumping out of his chest, the nurse was silent, but signaled Merry to follow her.
He entered the chamber nervous. The room was both hot and heavy. An exhausted lass lay in bed, sweat beading on her forehead. Merry rushed to her side, taking her hand.
"Estella, my love."
She looked into his blue-gray haze eyes, as if trying to send a message; her eyes became round and teary. He knew what was happening, it had happened before. Not to him, but other lads, the poor souls. His beloved wife.
The nurse passed a small bundle of blankets to the worn Estella. The blankets yellow and fuzzy seemed to stir. Estella looked at the figure inside with wonder. It was her miracle, her creation with Merry. She turned the babe toward her love. The eyes glittered in wonder as the babe watched his new world. Merry smiled, and the babe looked up. As their eyes met, Merry teared with glee. He was a father, a protector of this new life. Estella began to whimper and wine. Merry was hushed out of the room by a nurse taking his child. Merry glanced at the babe, then at his hurting love. Several hours later Merry came into the chamber with fear. His love, before so lively, was now so ill. Merry couldn't believe, no this was not happening, not to him, no. His love of his life was dieing. The birth was too much for her fragile body. Merry took her hands, one last time, kissed her forehead, nose, and lips. Why him, why?
"Ella, you can make it through this, don't give up..."
"Merry, raise her proud," she said tenderly, "I will love you and Eowyn, and will always be with you, and Eowyn, forever, til the end of time." She smiled weakly.
"No, Ella, no raise her together," he tightened his grip on her hands, "you will make it."
"Goodbye Merry my love, my dearest husband, one and only..." With that she faded into darkness...
Merry rose with his child in his arms, and carried her off toward her room, and retired as well, to his lonely bed.
~* Don't forget to Review, and more is one the way, laters! *~
~* Ella *~
