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"Gather around people. Prince Legolas and his fiancée Lady Nienna of Rivendell have been blessed with a beautiful elvish girl last night. She goes by the name is Moriethel." The messenger told the eager awaiting crowd.
"A girl. That is great. Our first princess." People were saying in the crowd.
In the palace, oblivious to all the commotion outside, Nienna was sitting with their new child. Nienna had just fed Moriethel and was now sitting with her while trying to get the child to be still. Legolas had been called away by Lindeon to sign some papers and have a meeting.
Nienna could not help but stop the tears from falling. When she had awoken, she found that Legolas was gone and Moriethel was crying as hard as she could. She was still tired and very sore from the labor and wished nothing then to be in Legolas's arms right now.
"Ai, is this the way it will always go. Legolas going away when I need him." Nienna whispered softly to herself before she put the baby back in her crib, which only succeed in making Moriethel cry harder.
"Hush, child, hush, naneth is here for you." Nienna whispered but the child only cried harder. "What is wrong with you?" Nienna asked while stroking her daughter gently.
When the child did not stop, Nienna pulled her hand back and backed up, hardly believing what she had just thought. "No, how can I think such a thing? She is sweet, as sweet as can be. I would not want to hurt her." Nienna backend away in a corner, not daring to go near the child.
A knock interrupted her and she opened the door to reveal a beaming Thranduil. The King's eyes got worried when he saw Nienna looking at him with a mixture of relief and fear. He took in her ragged appearance, she was still clad in the same clothes as when she had given birth in and smelled like blood. Her face was pale and dark circles were under her eyes, which were red from crying. His granddaughter was crying hard and Legolas was nowhere to be seen. It was not normal for a new mother to look this worn out on her first day of motherhood. Even with giving labor only the night before.
"Nienna, what is going on?" He softly asked while stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. "Where is Legolas?"
"He had to sign some papers and Moriethel won't shut up and I am so tired and I am afraid I might hurt her." Nienna said, close to tears.
"What do you mean with hurting Moriethel?" Thranduil asked while taking a step forward.
"Because I just wanted to ignore her and…" Nienna began to answer before her eyes closed and she fell to the ground. Thranduil caught her in his arms and gently eased her to the ground. She had fainted. He went over the bed and waited until a few minutes later, she came to it.
She looked around as dazed and Thranduil's hand went to her forehead. Softly cursing, he pressed her down even further and answered her silent question. "Take a bath. I will take care of the child and get Legolas."
Nienna looked at him worried and the King smiled before he said. "You have worked yourself in a fever, Nienna. You are tired and if you keep this up, you will be sick. A couple of days of rest will be all you need. Do as I bid, I will take the child, it will be fine."
Nienna nodded and while standing up; she walked over the bathroom, on occasion holding onto something. When he heard her close the door, he walked over the crib and gently took his granddaughter. "Hush now. Your naneth is near."
Legolas was getting angry. How could Lindeon do this to him? He was bragging on about some stupid orc attack months ago. Legolas would rather be with Nienna and his daughter. Speaking of which, when he concentrated hard on their bond, it was hard for Legolas to get something from it, besides frustration. He was worried about Nienna.
A fierce cry of "Legolas" brought him out of his dream world. He looked to the right and found his father standing there with what appeared to be Moriethel in his arms. The King looked angry. Standing up, Legolas made his way over to his father. Thranduil handed him the child and turned to Lindeon while he sends Legolas back to his own room with the words. "Don't let me see you in the palace for business for the next week."
Legolas got out of the room and smiled when he heard Thranduil calling Lindeon all sorts of thing that were not for the ears of a small child.
When he got back in his room that he shared with Nienna, he found her gone. Placing his now sleeping daughter in her crib, he heard the sound of splashing water and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Enter." Nienna's voice called, she knew it must have been him. Walking in, he made sure he had locked their room door so that nobody could get in "Legolas." Nienna said almost in disbelief.
Legolas looked at her and wished half that he was still facing his father. Nienna did not look good. Making his way over to her, he stopped at the edge of the bathtub. "I am here, Meleth. I am sorry that I left, if I had known you were not feeling good, I had kicked Lindeon out of the room." While he crouched down besides her.
"'Tis alright, really. You have been there for me yesterday. I could not ask for more." Nienna answered while looking down. Legolas could detect that she did not feel that way.
"I am sorry, I should have been there for you today. Is there anything I can do to make it up?" He asked gently.
Nienna concealed a smirk and looked up at the face of her beloved before she grabbed his hand and pulled him with her into the bathtub. Legolas found himself being soaking wet and not to mention his clothes when Nienna pulled him into the water. When he came up, he gasped for breath before he stole a glance at Nienna.
The Elf-Maiden was laughing so hard that tears rolled down her cheek and she smiled sweetly at Legolas before she managed to say. "There, we are even now."
Legolas laughed before he embraced her and answer. "I am sorry, Nienna. Please forgive me."
"If you will forgive me for pulling you into the water, then yes, Greenleaf, consider yourself forgiven." She answered while pressing him against her.
Legolas felt her burn against him before he pushed her away and said. "Ai, you have a fever, to bed with you."
"Will you join me?" Nienna asked before she yawned and slumbered against him while fighting of the sleep.
"Of course, Meleth, sleep well." Was the last thing she heard before she fell asleep and was being carried off to bed by a slightly worried but otherwise overjoyed crown price/ father of the princess of Eryn Lasgalen.
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