Thanks a lot for the reviews and the patience.

I'm SO sorry but I couldn't add another chapter before, I had some problems. But now here it is.

Legolas doesn't have all the organs, I mean, he hasn't got female organs, so his child will be born by cesarean surgery. But I will explain that and how he concieved in the next chapters. Just wait some chapters more and you will meet the baby.

I recieved a mail by NAM67 but I could not send you the reply, because your address didn't let me. Please, write me with another address.

In this chapter Legolas seems to find some peace but I can tell you that Arwen won't give up. There is a surprise about his child too.

I hope you like it.

Thanks to Lothiriel for beta-reading, suggestions and patience.

·································································

Legolas joined his father and Lord Elrond for dinner. They wondered why Elrohir wanted to stay in his own chambers alone. He was really tired, was his excuse but his father didn't seem convinced. Thranduil was watching the prince sadly. He felt guilty but he hoped one day Legolas could understand he hadn't more options. After dinner Elrond offered to take the prince to his chambers himself and they went to the gardens.

It was a clear night and the moonlight illuminated everything. It had snowed several days ago and what remained shone a bright silver. Legolas took the talisman and held it to the moon. He saw a slight purple light coming from the stone for a few minutes. The purple light broke into thousands of tiny stars which travelled to the moon.

"It's done." Elrond's voice interrupted Legolas' meditation. "Come on, Prince. It's cold here." He rested his hand in his shoulder and led him to his chambers.

"Lord Elrond." Legolas said before the older elf closed the door behind him. "Do you think the spell will work?"

Elrond looked at the anxious elf in front of him and smiled tenderly.

"Of course. Tomorrow we'll see how powerful it is but tonight you need to rest."

Legolas laid on his comfortable bed and despite his eagerness, he was able to sleep.

··········································································

He woke up early and got up quickly. When he was retrieving his tunic from a chair he heard strange noises in the hallway. He opened the door anxiously and found his father walking toward him. Thranduil glanced at his son and sighed when he realized the prince was still wearing his night clothes.

"Hurry up, Legolas." He took his son's arm and pushed him toward the hall. "Didn't you make a wish last night?" He gave the prince a secretive look.

They went to the gardens where Elrond was waiting for them. All the members of the council seemed to be there and they talked amongst themselves in wonder. Elrond guided the young prince to a woman. She was so beautiful and seemed kind and warm. Her gentle eyes looked at the blonde Elf with love.

"Here you are." Ansieller's words came out from her lips as a song. She embraced him without hiding her happiness and then looked into his eyes.

"Mother." He whispered and he hugged her again.

"I think you want to spend a time alone with your son." Elrond interrupted. She nodded and offered her pale hand to his husband. He took it and stroked it softly.

"We will be together soon." She said to Thranduil. "There's a lot to talk about, my love."

"I can't wait." He rested his lips on hers. Legolas smiled at his father, he hadn't seen him this happy in a long time. But he held her hand firmly. He didn't want to lose his mother again. Elrond showed them to his chambers so they could talk privately. She entered gladly and sat on a big sofa. She gestured to Legolas to join her there. Legolas sat and she took his head between her hands and guided it to rest on her lap. She stroked the blonde hair. The time seemed to run backwards and he was again the five year old Elf who saw his mother go away. Suddenly he felt a kick in his abdomen and remembered why his mother was there. He sat up and looked at her with concern. But before he could start, she interrupted his thoughts.

"I know why you called me, Little Leaf." Legolas sensed a lot of forgotten feelings in his heart because there were a several centuries since someone had called him in that way. "I want to help you."

"Mother." He was really anxious. She was his last chance and he wondered how much she could help him. "I have done everything I could. I …"

"I know, I know." She tried to settle him down with her caress. "I know your whole story. In fact it was me who suggested to Lord Elrond that you call me last night."

"So, he is in contact with you." He felt angry with Elrond because he had kept this secret for so long.

"No." She laughed and Legolas remembered how much he liked her laugh. "I am watching you all the time, since the moment I had to leave you, Little Leaf. I was concerned about your child but I saw how your friends helped you. But then they couldn't help you anymore so I decided my time had arrived."

"So you saw the way they left me." He said angrily.

"No, they didn't leave you." She assured. "They did all that they could but they are not so powerful as they seem." She paused and then looked intently at his swollen form. "Despite those troubles your child is growing healthy."

"Well, I suppose." He hesitated and brought his hands to cover his stomach. "If you want to see."

"Let me see." She rested a hand and sensed the heart beating in her own heart. Then a powerful force came from the baby and shocked her. She took her hand away and looked at his stomach solemnly. Then she lifted her eyes to Legolas and smiled happily. "Your child is very strong. The blood of two races brings unknown powers and this child has three." Legolas seemed extremely surprised. He had forgotten his baby would inherit genes from the Valar. "It's difficult to believe but the more powerful is the human blood."

"Really?" Legolas was skeptical.

"You, as the other elves, believe men are an inferior race but you are wrong. Men have powers that you would never imagine. They seem weak because they cannot live as long as you but even with this disadvantage they will rule Middle Earth. The mix of your Elvish blood with the human from the king has created a strong child with particular abilities."

"And we must not forget your own blood, Mother."

"My blood is Elvish. I had to become an Elf to marry your father."

"So this doesn't count." He said sadly.

"Of course it does. And you should be proud of giving your child this heritage. Never feel ashamed, my son, about who you really are." Legolas nodded at his mother's words.

"I think you are wondering how I could help you." Ansieller said. "Since I descended from my father's kingdom to marry my own king I have never used my powers. But not this time. They should let you raise your child in peace." Legolas couldn't contain his joy and it showed on his face. "But you must promise something, Little Leaf. If the men choose another as their king or queen, you will leave them alone and never push your child to claim the throne of Gondor."

"So, my child could not be the heir of Gondor." Legolas said slowly.

"No, if men wouldn't want it. And you cannot influence their choice or a civil war could explode."

Legolas looked intently at his mother's eyes and then he rubbed his protruding stomach.

"What about you, little one? It seems to be the only fair way." Ansieller smiled tenderly. The bond her son had created with his unborn child was incredible. "I can feel its happiness. The child is in agreement." Legolas told her when he sensed the reply.

"I told you your child is very powerful. But I think you don't know what it really is." She chuckled at him.

"You mean if I have a son or a daughter." She nodded. "Do you know that?"

"I could feel it when I rested my hand on you." She looked at her son in amusement. "Are you interested?"

Legolas seemed really hesitant. Of course he was dying to know the answer but he wasn't sure if he could handle the emotions the knowledge would bring. His mother understood his own thoughts.

"It's a girl." She said as he jumped in surprise. "Your little one is a beautiful daughter."

Legolas smiled gladly at his mother and she took his warm hands between hers.

Suddenly his eyes turned glassy and tears of happiness ran down his face. He turned his back to her, ashamed, but she laughed softly and held her son strongly. She could heard his sighs as he tried to hide his tears.

"There, there." She whispered as she stroked his back in a comforting way. "There are many feelings in your heart."

"But they are good feelings. I really needed them." Gently, his mother pulled away and looked intently at his eyes. He let her caress his forehead. "I really needed you."

She didn't say a word. She just continued to caress his fair face as she felt new tears from her own eyes.

"I think we should announce a meeting right now." She said after a long time. "Your father and the others must be anxious." He nodded and stood up quickly. His mother was still sitting. "Are you all right?"

"I am fine." He replied and walked toward the door. She stood up and reached him at the doorway.

Lord Elrond was waiting outside the chamber and he couldn't hide his eagerness when he saw them coming out.

"Your Highness. I believe you want a council meeting. They are expecting you."

She let him guide them toward the gardens. Thranduil relaxed when he saw the smile on Legolas' lips, he knew his wife and he was sure she was the only one who could return happiness to the prince's soul.

The members of the council were divided. One side wanted to support the child's rights and had hope in the queen of Mirkwood. But the other group was intolerant. They saw the child as the beginning of an new age of war. Lord Elrond and King Thranduil were the leaders of the first group and Lord Erinwid commanded the second. They allowed the prince to be there but he couldn't opine about any subject.

The queen explained her reasons and showed them they should not fear a bloody war. Legolas understood his child wasn't the heir of Gondor, at least if men didn't want it. If they murdered an innocent child against its own parent's wishes, they would really start a war, perhaps not with weapons and battles but a war where the weak and the defenseless could not survive.

Lord Elrond reminded them who she really was - the daughter of the Valars. They had to respect her wishes, even if they could bring them a war. Ansieller was uncomfortable with her friend's speech but she accepted as a way to help her son.

Then Lord Erinwid asked for permission to speak. He really trusted them, he believed in the Valar and, of course in their daughter, but he could not have faith in men. Elves could argue and perhaps they could find a way for protecting the child's life but not men. He reminded them of Isildur's story and used it as a paradigm of how destructive the men could be.

After that, the council remained divided. The two halves kept their opinions but they decided to not touch the baby, at least for awhile. Legolas, his parents and Lord Elrond sighed with relief, they knew the elves didn't dare to contradict the Valars' daughter's desires, so the baby was safe.

As soon as the meeting ended, Lord Erinwid left Rivendell. He wasn't afraid of the queen of Mirkwood and he still held tight to his opinion.

After the meeting Legolas approached his mother and embraced her happily. Soon his father joined them. Lord Elrond excused himself and went inside his residence. He was concerned about someone.

He knocked on Elrohir's door insistently. The guards said the elf had told them he did not want to be bothered but his father didn't heard his arguments.

After a few minutes Elrohir opened it and looked at his father tiredly.

"Have you got a believable excuse for your behaviour?" Elrond protested as he came inside the chamber. "No one has seen you since your return to Rivendell. I came to tell you there was an important meeting where we decided the future of the heir of Gondor.

"About Legolas' child?" Elrohir asked.

Elrond nodded. "I suppose you don't know about the visitor who came this morning? Ansieller, Legolas' mother, has arrived in Rivendell. You know who she is, don't you?"

"The Valars' daughter." He replied.

"She came to help her only son. She spoke at the meeting and, as you can imagine, her words were listened to."

"So the child is safe." The emotion in Elrohir's voice captured Elrond's attention.

"At least for the moment. I, personally, think nobody in Middle Earth wants to disobey her orders so I believe Legolas will be able to raise his child. But the way your joy has grown is amazing."

"Legolas is my friend, Father, one of my best friends and I was very sad for the pain he was bearing."

Elrond sensed there was more behind Elrohir's words but he remained silent.

"I hope this news has given you the strength to rejoin us. We're eating in an hour, Elrohir. I will tell the servants to set you a place at the table." He walked toward the door without waiting for a reply.

"Legolas should be happy." His son stopped him before he could exit.

"He is very glad." Elrond understood the real reason for his son's odd attitude. "King Thranduil must return to Mirkwood tomorrow. I think they would prefer to spend this time together, as a family."

"Will Legolas return to Mirkwood with his father?" Elrohir asked anxiously.

"No, I explained to them that Rivendell is the safest place in all Middle Earth. If he has the council's support, he can await his child's arrival here."

Elrohir walked toward his father.

"I shall join you at the table." Elrond nodded and closed the door.

····································································

Thranduil rested his eyes on the sleeping form at his side. He would never tire of her beautiful body. He separated his lips and kissed her pale breasts. Slowly at the beginning but then, when excitation invaded all his being, he started to bite the soft flesh. A warm laugh stopped him. He looked up and found a pair of eyes the colour of the sea watching his movements. He smiled at her and kissed her lips passionately. She responded in the same way and they united their bodies and their souls one more time.

"It's late." Ansieller said as she was caressed by her husband's fingers. "I can't believe you must return tomorrow."

He sighed and kissed her neck.

"They sent messengers days ago. I just was waiting for Legolas' arrival. Are you sure you want to stay here?"

"I can't leave him. He needs me."

"I know. He has been really sick. I was very concerned about him. But now, you won't leave his side."

She sat up on the bed as Thranduil stroked her long dark hair.

"He seems happy. Your presence has settled him down."

"He has grown so much during these centuries. He is an adult, and he is going to make us grandparents."

Thranduil furrowed his brow, the idea of being a grandfather made him feel old and tired. Ansieller laughed when she noted his expression.

"But you have grandchildren. Your older children are married."

"Yes, but this is Legolas. My youngest child, my child with you." He sounded concerned.

"But youngest children can grow as their older siblings." She kissed his cheek tenderly.

"I really missed you, Ansieller." He confessed as he pushed her gently against the pillow and looked at her eyes lovingly. "I don't want you to leave me again. You must stay here, with me… for ever."

She didn't reply. She wanted to tell him the truth. If she stayed, they would lose Legolas and that would be the worst tragedy for their souls. She found a way to change the subject.

"Has Legolas told you about the child?" He looked at her, confused. "He was so excited after the meeting that I wondered if he remembered." She smiled at him and paused. Thranduil was anxious. "He let me sense the baby and I could tell him what I found. He's carrying a girl."

He looked at her, astonished. She understood he couldn't speak so she added.

"We have a granddaughter. A powerful and beautiful granddaughter." This news gave him the perfect excuse for kiss her again all over her naked body.

TBC