Over our next month in Lothlorien, Legolas and I were inseparable. We walked together, talking and kissing, and bonding again.
I sighed in his arms as our breathing slowly returned to normal, cuddling up to his naked body. He held me protectively, kissing my hair.
"You are perfect." I told him, kissing him.
"As are you, my love. I do not look forward to the day we begin this quest again."
"I know, Legolas. Back again to the issue of no privacy. I've gotten used to it." I said, playing with his hair.
I sat suddenly as my stomach lurched, and I stood, running to the bathroom just in time to be sick into the sink. I felt a hand on my back and my hair pulled out of the way as I was sick again, emptying me of all contents.
"We should get you to a healer, you may be ill." I nodded, standing straight. He lifted me into the bed, stacking the pillows so I was sort of sat up, and dressed quickly. "I will be back a soon as I can." He handed me a chamber pot, as I winced. "In case you are ill again." I placed it at the side of me as he left, and I groaned. I needed to do my stretches, but no doubt Legolas would be extremely unhappy. I grabbed the pot and threw up again.
A while later, the door was pushed open quietly, and the nurse I had met on my first day bustled in.
"What have you done this time?" she asked in mock anger, then smiled at me, winking. "Do not fear, many humans pick up infections when they stay with elves for a long time, and I have some things to help it." She walked over to the bed, holding her hand an inch over my head.
"Legolas, would you kindly leave?" he nodded, stepping outside onto the small balcony, closing the door.
Her hand moved slowly over me, as if scanning it. "No fever, no throat infection, no chest infection, no stomach infection... Ah, I think I see the little problem, if you will." She removed her hand, placing the vast amount of medicine back in her bag, save a small pink bottle.
"Drink this for me. Do not worry, it is not anything nasty." I swallowed it all, it tasted like water. I started to glow a faint golden colour.
"Just as I suspected." She smiled at me. "My dear, you are expecting a baby."
My jaw dropped.
"Oh, I...I...I don't know...What do I do?" I asked, scared.
"Tell Legolas, as I assume it is his child." She advised, holding my hand. "And soon. You will not be able to go on this quest, you will endanger the baby." I sat, staring at the wall.
"I'm having a baby. For my twentieth birthday I get a baby. The best present anyone could wish for!" I said in wonder. "How do I tell him, what if he leaves me? Oh no, what if he hates me, never wants to see me again?" I began panicking.
"Shhh, everything will be fine, go, tell him now." I stood, shaking slightly as I walked to the door. I opened it, stepping out onto the balcony.
"Elanor, what is it? Are you well?" He asked, and I nodded, afraid.
"Legolas, I...we, well..." I took a shaky breath. I took his hand, placing it on my stomach, where my baby would be when it began to show. "How do you feel about being a father?" I finally managed to stutter, so quietly I thought he might no have heard me.
"Did you just say...?"
I closed my eyes. "I did. I understand if you don't want to stay with me, it's a lot of responsibility and I understand if you don't think you can handle me and a baby..." I started saying with more confidence.
"...But I don't want my child to think he or she is a mistake, so..." He cut me off.
"A father...I'm going to be a father...all my life I have waited for this, melamin, and it is no mistake, I promise you." He looked at me, his eyes brimming with crystal tears. "And I have no intention of leaving you and my child, never."
I started crying, burying my head in his shoulder. He pushed me away gently.
"I suppose there is only one thing to make this perfect." He smiled at me, light tear tracks on his face.
"Nothing can make this any more perfect." I whispered.
"Marry me, Elanor snowfield, and make me the luckiest elf in Middle earth." I sobbed, and took his hand.
"There is a problem, Legolas. You are immortal, I am mortal. There is no way for us to be together."
His face dropped. "I need to talk to the Lady Galadriel. Come with me?" he asked, pulling me close to him.
"Let me get dressed. I'll be a minute." I ran into my room and to the wardrobe, choosing a plain blue shift dress with split sleeves that tied at the elbow. I peeled of my nightdress, and pulled the dress over my head, wriggling it down.
"I'm ready!" I called, dashing out of the room and onto the balcony, smiling at Legolas.
"I promise I will marry you if and only if, we get this sorted, one way or another." I told him, kissing his cheek.
We walked down to the hall where the Lad usually stayed, and waited to be let in. the door was opened by her handmaiden, and I nodded at her as we passed.
"You wish to speak with me?" Her musical voice asked, though I couldn't see her.
"We do, my lady. We know there is no way for us to be together on our own, but we wondered if there was any spell, any way for us to be together with the aid of your magic." He asked quietly, and the lady stepped out so I could see her.
"There is, but it has costs that you may not wish to give up, Legolas. You know of what I speak.
"My immortality." He stated, looking at her in the eye. "I would give it up in a heartbeat, my lady; I will do anything for us to be together." He took my hand kissing it.
"For our child." He whispered to me, I could feel tears in my eyes.
"I cannot let you do this. I will not let you give up your immortality for me. I'm not worth that much." I told him sternly.
"You do not believe that. You cannot possibly believe that, Elanor, because we are Soulmates. We are meant to be together."
"I don't believe it, but I'm saying it anyway. Legolas, you have a quest to finish, do not make any decisions yet. When you come back, you may want to stay and see the world without the reign of Sauron. But if you loose your immortality, you will see, what? 100 to 180 years of it before you die! Legolas, I..." I stopped as his finger touched my lips.
"And they will be the most wonderful years of my life." I shook my head.
"I will have you think about it as you journey, and I will take the decision you reach when you return." The lady said.
"Legolas..." I said as we walked back through the rose garden.
"What?" he asked, pushing my hair out of my face.
"We're going to have a baby!" I squealed, and he laughed at me, lifting me up off the ground and spinning me round in a circle, before dropping me back on my feet.
"I cannot believe it...My ada will be thrilled." He said, pulling me into a hug.
"As for mine...I do not know what he will make of me getting pregnant before I marry." Legolas kissed me, shaking his head.
"I thought we had discussed this, melamin." He smiled at me, and I narrowed my eyes, before grinning back.
"How long is it until you leave?" I asked, saddening suddenly.
"A month, two at the latest." A shock went through me.
"Legolas, you asked me to marry you. I have my full answer."
"And it is...?" he asked, his grip tightening on me as if I would slip out of his arms.
"I will. We marry before you leave Lothlorien." I said firmly.
He was shocked, but it melted into happiness and love.
"I love you." He kissed me again, filling me with love and adoration.
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"I can't do it." I said, shaking. Arwen put a gentle hand on my shoulder.
"Yes you can. Look in the mirror at yourself." I turned to the mirror, my mouth hung open.
The whole gown was a pale icy blue. The top of the dress was tight, adorned with tiny white flowers and a V-neckline. The sleeves were tight to the elbow, and then flared down to the ground in a light shimmering silver. The skirt was flared from the waist, and split to show the shimmering material. My hair was twisted into a curling bun with curls around my face, and a silver diadem with a light veil of the light silver material of the dress.
"You look perfect. Now, I believe we have a surprise guest..." she opened the door slightly, and a man and a girl stepped inside.
"Daddy? Lirrian?" I asked, and ran to them, engulfed in a hug. My stomach was only just beginning to show, I looked like I had put on weight a little.
"My daughter...my little flower is marrying at last..." He stopped, smiling at me.
"Never thought I'd see the day. And I still don't know who he is! Is he good looking? Does he have any brothers?" I laughed at her.
"Why don't you ask him later?" I suggested, looking at her. "You need a dress!" I exclaimed, looking at her dirty travelling clothes. "And you...ugh, my eyes hurt!" I ducked as his hand came up to swat me.
"I sometimes regret letting your mother have you, you know that, darling? You are too much like her. I have something to quickly change into, but Lizzy has nothing."
"Arwen, do I have anything I can put her in as my bridesmaid?" I asked.
We looked through my slowly growing pile of dresses, and found the perfect one. It was Deep Green and Gold, in a similar fashion to mine. The bodice was green, and dipped into a v. The skirt was also green, but split to reveal the gold, and the sleeves were gold from the elbow, and it had a square neckline. The bodice was decorated with small gold stars, it was perfect.
"Do we have anything for my hair?" Lirrian asked as we helped her dress quickly as my Father changed, and I looked over at Arwen, who was searching through my collection of circlets.
"How about this?" She held a small gold diadem with gold and green ribbons hanging from it, and small emerald leaves. It was the one that went with the dress.
"Perfect. Quickly!" I cried as my father stepped back in, dressed in black pants and a royal blue shirt, a black jacket and blue boots.
"Almost as handsome as my husband to be." I smiled at the thought of Legolas, feeling reassured.
"Are you ready?" Arwen asked as Lirrian pulled on some gold shoes. I nodded, and she handed me a bouquet of white roses. I checked myself one last time, and looped my arm through my fathers.
"Lirrian and I will go in front, you follow us." Arwen instructed, and Lirrian stepped ahead of us. As we walked, I tried to talk to my father
"The king, how does he fare." He frowned, then smiled at me.
"He has died, I am now the King of Eldora." I gasped, then realised what he said.
"I am princess? Oh..." I remembered that Legolas was a prince. "Then you should be glad of my choice. My fiancé is a prince." I was evading the mention of Legolas's name, in case he did not approve of me marrying an elf.
"And his name? Where does he hail from?" he asked.
"Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood, daddy." I said quietly, and I watched as he went pale.
"Mirkwood is an Elven realm." He stated simply. "He is an elf."
"Aye, he is, daddy. Do not be mad at me. We are allowed to love each other and we have loved each other for a long time, and we are Soulmates." I said in a hurry.
"We are here." He said stiffly, and I could hear the bridal theme playing in the small hall. I took a deep breath and walked into the hall with my father, my attention focused on the one I loved stood at the front of the hall.
I felt his arm detach from mine, placing my hand into Legolas's outstretched one. I handed my bouquet to Lizzie, who was gaping at Legolas. I felt the golden cord wrap around us again at the front of the hall, facing Celeborn.
"We all are here this day to witness the binding of Lady Elanor Snowfield of Eldora and Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood. If there are those who are against this marriage, please may they state it now, or forever hold their peace." I held my breath as the hall was silent.
"Very well. Is there one here today who stands with Legolas?" Aragorn stood next to him, holding the ring I would wear in his hand.
"I do so stand." He said, nodding at Celeborn
"And is there one here today who stands with Elanor?" He asked again, and Arwen stood next to me, holding Legolas's band.
"I do so stand." Arwen said, giving me an encouraging smile
"Legolas, take the ring you will wear to show the world you are bonded, and slip it on Elanor's third finger of her left hand. Repeat the vows you have given as a sign of your love as I say them." He did as told, and I felt the cool metal warm to my skin. It was a circle of golden leaves.
"I promise that I will love you always, through all seas that come between us." He repeated the words, looking straight at me. I could feel his heart beating in time with mine.
"Through all winds that blow around us." Again, he repeated it.
"Accept all fires that burn between us, and climb all walls that part us. May no moment of time pass when you are not in my heart." I loved him so much.
"Forever and always, till death do us part." He said the binding words, and I smiled.
The same process was repeated, and I looked at the band I had placed on his finger. It was a gold band with silver spirals on it, a beautiful ring.
As I repeated my vows, my heart began to race. I was getting married. ME! And I was having his baby!
"Now your vows have been stated, may your love last eternally, and may happiness flow through you, in life and in death. I name you husband and wife."
"I name you husband and wife." Arwen said next to me.
"I name you husband and wife." Aragorn said, and I swear I saw him wink at Arwen.
"I name you my husband." I was edging on tears, I could feel them welling in my eyes.
"I name you my wife." And with the final words of the wedding said, we kissed, and I could hear all the people in the hall clapping, some whistling.
"Hobbits..." I breathed, smiling at him as we drew away. We faced the rest of the hall, and I reached for my bouquet, walking into the fray of people that I had become friends with in my time in Lothlorien.
"In my home, we have a tradition. The bride throws the bouquet into the crowd, and the one who catches it will be married next. Some of you may do this where you come from, some may think is strange, but..." I threw it into the people, and I heard Arwen laugh as Sam caught it.
"Legolas, my father, he is not best pleased with me marrying an elf, you may need to talk to him. And you see the girl with the long brown hair?" I pointed at my sister. "I think she may have fallen in love with you." He blushed, and I kissed him.
"I believe I was just taken." I grinned, throwing my arms around him.
"We're married!" I cried. I felt the tears in my eyes fall, and I sniffed. I glanced over at my father. "Go talk to him, I'll get my sister." I followed him, and introduced the two quickly
"Daddy, this is Legolas, Legolas this is my father, Riyan Snowfield." I whispered in his ear "he doesn't know. I'm telling my sister, though." He nodded, and I grabbed Lirrian, who was gaping at Legolas, into the small ballroom off the side of the hall.
"Elanor, he's an elf, and a gorgeous elf at that! How on earth did you catch him?" I laughed recalling the first time I had told my feelings to Legolas.
"I was slightly drunk, and I was going for an archery lesson. I tripped him up, we went rolling down the hill, I broke my bow and we decided to star watch. I told him he looked more handsome than he already was when he was frowning, not doing puppy eyes. And that's how it started. We had a huge fight over it, and we made up the day before we started the quest."
"What was that like?" She asked, staring.
"Following a little man to throw an evil ring into a volcano." She laughed at me. "Seriously. Well, the hobbits are the funniest creatures in Middle earth. I broke my ribs when we were trying to get through the mines of Moria, I was captured by a giant monster, and it crushed me." At this she gasped, and hugged me.
"You are lucky to be alive!" She cried. "Carry on, though."
"Anyway. When we got out and started for Lothlorien, Aragorn, Legolas and everyone else had to re-do my bandages, and I had Legolas sat on my legs, Frodo and Sam holding my arms, Boromir holding my head, and Merry, Pippin and Gimli, well, they just held my bandages, so I left them alone, and talked to them while I ignored the others. Me and Pippin created an evil little plan, so we told Merry and Gimli. In the dead of night, the four of us sneaked into the woods, collected large amounts of red berries and squeezed the juice into Legolas's hair until it was completely pink. The following morning, Oh, you'll have to tell him, I can only tell you that he looked like Aunty Melinda when she gets angry, it was so funny!" I was in hysterics, as was Lirrian.
"Oh my goodness, you and those Hobbits sound like, oh I don't know what you sound like!" We were both laughing, and I held my stomach from the stitch, and then I remembered about the baby.
"Oh Lirrian, you'll never believe what has happened!" I cried, and we stopped laughing.
"What? What is it? Is it good news?" I nodded, smiling widely.
"Legolas and I are to have a baby!" Her jaw dropped, and she began crying and laughing at the same time.
"A baby! Oh Elanor, I'm going to be an Aunt! You always manage to do everything before me!" She hugged me, and I watched as my father and Legolas came into the hall, and they were both smiling.
"Have you told daddy?" She asked, and I shook my head, waving the two over to me. I didn't get the chance to answer.
"Well, Elanor. Legolas and I have just been swapping horror stories. Red berries?" I looked at Lizzy, and we both began laughing again.
"Roast chicken?" Legolas asked, and I looked at my father.
"You did not tell him." I warned, glaring at him.
"I am never letting you cook." Legolas said smirking
"DADDY! You swore you would never tell anyone about the time I burned down the kitchen!" I cried, but grinning from ear to ear.
"Melamin, I told him of our news, I hope you do not mind." Legolas said, and I sighed.
"I'm glad you did, I would not have been able to." I told him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
"A child. My baby is going to have a baby. I take it you will not be continuing with the fellowship?" He asked, looking proudly at me.
"No, I will not be continuing with the group of wicked bandage-wielding lunatics and little men to throw an evil ring into a pretty volcano." I repeated in a bored tone.
"Where will you stay?" I looked at Arwen and Aragorn, who were talking and laughing with others.
"I wish to stay in Lothlorien, if the elves will have me. Being separated from Legolas, I need others of his kind around me. And I ask Lirrian to stay with me, at least, if she will stay." She looked overjoyed, and nodded.
"Daddy?" The two of us asked sweetly, and he sighed, waving his hand.
"Do what you will; I have to get home to Eldora anyway. I have to see that the funeral of the king was carried out, and go for my coronation." We nodded, all three of us saying quietly.
"Loro telo sen du rannah." May he rest in peace I smiled, and my father held my hand.
"It is your wedding, why are we grieving? Come, Let us dance!" The music was playing, and I smiled as my father led me onto the dance floor. I twirled, it was a dance I knew well, and I danced to the quick song on the balls of my feet, and changed partners to lord Celeborn.
"Congratulations, Elanor, I have heard of your news. I also hear that you wish to stay in Lothlorien."
"I do, if I am consented to." I said quietly.
"You are most welcome." I grinned, and we had to change partners. I was now dancing with Boromir.
"Shut up before you say anything. I am not continuing with the quest, and I am staying in Lothlorien." He frowned. "I'm Pregnant." His face cleared.
"Ah, that explains why you are ill in mornings, and well, most of the time until lunch."
"Not funny, Boromir." I reprimanded, and swapped partners again to Haldir, My final partner.
"I hope that you are staying in Lothlorien, Little one, for your company is most appreciated. I like having you around." He said simply as I twirled.
"I am, do not worry. My sister is too. She'll like you, I am sure." I curtsied as the dance ended, and he bowed.
"I should very much like to meet her, then." I led him to my sister, who was sitting on her own, looking bored. Her face brightened as she saw me, and then blushed a little as she saw Haldir.
"Haldir, this is my sister, Lirrian. Lirrian, this is Haldir, my close friend."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, My lady. Would you like to dance?" She smiled, nodding. I smiled as I watched the two of them dance, and I felt arms around me.
"I hope you are not playing matchmaker, melamin." I heard Legolas say as he kissed my neck, and I relaxed in his arms.
"They are sweet together though, aren't they?" I replied, and turned around in his arms. He placed his lips on mine softly, and I pulled him closer.
I felt a tug on my skirt, and I saw Pippin standing next to me. "Will you dance with me?" He asked, and I giggled taking his hand.
Turned, and we started dancing, albeit oddly. It was actually funny, and I was forever trying to avoid his feet. At the end of the song, we were both laughing, and I walked back to Legolas, taking his hand in mine. The song was slow, and it was not really a dance, just swaying in time to the music. I felt his lips on mine, and I kissed back, my arms around his neck.
"I love you; I shall miss you, Legolas. How long will you be gone?" He shook his head.
"I will miss the baby's birth; you are already two months passed. I shall know, I will feel it, and my heart will be with you, Melamin."
"I know you will. Tomorrow, tomorrow you leave. I need to be with you, one last time." I pleaded, almost crying.
"Are you sue you can?" I gave him a look.
"I'm pregnant, not disabled, Legolas. Until my last 3 months when my size will really grow, I am fine to bond with you." He smiled, and we snuck our way out of the room, and up to our talan. I kissed him deeply, and I nibbled his ear. I could feel his hardness against me, and I groaned, working on removing his clothes...
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"Legolas!" I shouted, and sat bolt upright in bed, breathing deeply. I began sobbing, in my dream, Legolas; he had been killed by Orcs, just as my baby was born.
"Shhh, I am here, do not be afraid." I felt him pull me down and into his chest, and I breathed in his forest-y scent.
"Do not die out there, Legolas. Please do not die on me..." I sobbed as he rocked me gently, calming me down.
"I will not, Ellie, I will let no Orc or Uruk-hai near me." He whispered, and he said something to me in Elvish, and I fell asleep again, safe in his arms.
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"Do not stay away for too long, Legolas, please." I asked as we said our goodbyes. I kissed him deeply, and we did not separate for a long while, only then to breathe before kissing again.
"I will return as soon as I am permitted. No matter what takes place, I will always be with you." He placed a gentle hand on my slowly growing belly. "Stay safe, both of you." He whispered.
"We will, and I have plenty of friends and family to help me. I will miss you." I began crying. "I love you too much to risk your life, Legolas."
He kissed away my tears, and then moved to my lips. "I will not leave you and our child alone, I will return, Elanor." We kissed again, but I felt a hand on my shoulder, pulling me back.
"I love you, Legolas!" I said to Legolas as he turned to the boats.
I laughed a little as the hobbits I had become so attached to jumped up and down, waving me goodbye
"I love you too..." I began crying again as they sailed away, slowly out of sight.
"Legolas..." I whispered, burying my head in the shoulder of whoever pulled me back. Their arms were around me, rocking me steadily.
"It is alright, little one, he will come back to Lothlorien." I sniffed.
"I hope you are right, Haldir, I hope you are right."