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Ok I have to apologise to everybody for taking so long to update but I've had really bad writers block as far as this is concerned.

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The sound of pounding horse hooves was the only sound that could be heard. The sky was bright and blue but the fog was heavy.

Glorfindel leapt off of Asfaloth and immediately made his way up the steps that would lead to the main entrance hall.

He was confused. He had ridden from Imladris for the birth of his best friends child, as had Elrond and his family, who were a few leagues behind him.

His red cloak swirled about his booted feet as he made his way to the royal chambers.

He raised his eyes and met those of a guard who stood outside the chambers which were off limits to all but a few. He was counted as one of the few.

The guard inclined his head and watched with a heavy heart as the bewildered lord opened the door.

The door slowly opened, revealing an almost dark room, the only light came from the blazing fire that sat on the opposite wall.

"Glorfindel"

He spun round when Thranduil called his name. His voice sounded pained. He felt his eyes prick as if tears were near though he knew not why.

He made his way to the bedchamber, removing his cloak first. He stood still for a moment. His green eyes were clouded, veiled with an emotion that he couldn't understand.

He feet took him into the room, he gasped when he saw a sight he was not expecting.

Thranduil stood up, a bundle cradled in his arms. Legolas lay on the bed sleeping.

"Where is she Thranduil?"

The king raised his eyes reluctantly, the blue depths revealing the agony that was coursing through his body.

The golden haired lord withheld a gasp as eh read the truth in his friend's eyes. As he did so he felt his body become numb and cold.

Disbelieving eyes looked at the bundle in Thranduil arms and he bent down to look.

The elfling stirred, her eyes opening slowly, looking curiously at the new elf.

Something snapped within the King and he found himself looking at his daughter with disgust.

"Glorfindel, please take her"

Startled but still shocked at the news of his friend's death, he took the bundle from Thranduil and watched at the king left the room.

A strange silence was left hanging over him and he watched as Legolas turned over in bed and stuck his finger in his mouth. The elflings face was twisted in a mixture of grief and pain. The same feelings that had gripped his own heart tightly and were refusing to release him.

A small sigh from Nienna bid him to look down at her. The little elf was as beautiful as his mother had been and would no doubt one day break the hearts of many elves. She had already showed signs of being stubborn and loud, traits that had come from her father.

Nienna yawned and closed her eyes, giving into the sleep that beckoned to her.

As she did so the weight hit him full force and tears began to run down the elven lord's cheek.

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"Glory, I shall always be here, I am getting married yes, but you shall always have a place in my heart"

She grinned up at him, excitement gleaming in her eyes,

She was getting married, to the prince of Mirkwood. He himself had never met Thranduil, but what he had heard he was not impressed with. The prince was well known for his anger and his stubborn pride.

"You worry too much"

She laughed at him and squeezed the hand she held hers,

"I worry because you may be entering a marriage that you may come to regret"

She turned to look at him; there was seriousness in her eyes that he had not seen before,

"I will not regret it. In time I will come to love him, and he will come to love me. Of that I have no doubt. I will always be your best friend Glory, nothing will ever change that"

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The conversation that they had had before her wedding to Thranduil faded in his head, the words giving way to the feelings that had risen from within his heart and mind.

His mind moved so fast that he barely had time to understand what he was thinking.

The golden glow from the firelight was comforting in a strange sense. Standing up Glorfindel tightened his arms around the tiny baby that rested in his arms.

"You have no idea what this will do to your Adar little one. You shall be doted upon and spoiled, my only pray that your Adar can forgive himself for what has happened"

With a sigh he sat in an overstuffed comfortable chair that stood before the fire. The scent of flowers and calming spices reached his nose, Eloria' s smell. It would always make him smile, but first he had to grieve. A tear slipped silently down his cheek, the first ear that eh had shed in years.

Listening carefully he heard the almost silent creak of the bed as Legolas got out of bed and padded across the floor. The creak of the door being opened and the click of the lock told him that he was no longer alone.

"Adar?"

Glorfindel sat forward in the chair and looked at the terribly dishevelled elfling in front of him,

"Legolas, your adar has...gone for a walk. He will return shortly"

Legolas nodded as he wiped the tears that were already falling,

"Why have you got 'Enna?"

"Your adar cannot look after her at the moment"

Legolas made his way over to Glorfindel and traced the delicate cheekbones of his sister's face with the care and innocence that only someone so young could.

"I don't und'stand Glorfy, Atara isn't coming back and Adar has runned away. Are you going to take me away?"

Glorfindel's eyes widened and he held out his hand to Legolas, beckoning him to sit on his knee with his sister,

"No, I am not here to take you away. I came to see your sister. She is beautiful is she not?"

Leoglas nodded and smiled,

"She's called Nienna Atara liked that name"

Legolas shook his head and settled down into Glorfindel's chest, being careful not to wake his sister.

The hours passed and the dawn was approaching, taking with it the star that watched over them.

The door clicked and a young maid entered the room. She smiled softly at the scene though she felt a little sad that it was not her King that sat holding the two children.

Lord Glorfindel sat asleep, his golden hair falling over his face in waves, one arm held the newborn tightly and in the other arm he held the crown prince who looked just as adorable as the elven lord himself.

Nienna awoke as the maid bent down and lifted her from her safe and warm cocoon and settled her in her arms. The elfling looked at her curiously but did not cry, it was as if she knew that she shouldn't disturb the sombre air that had settled around her home.

"She is beautiful"

The maid turned, slightly startled at the sound of her Kings voice from behind her. He looked tired; there was a look of uncertainty in his eyes paired with extreme grief.

"Some say that it would be a crime to fade from grief. But I do not know. I will never be rid of this pain, it will stay with me forever"

He shook his head as if suddenly realising who he was talking to.

"My Lord, it is not my place to tell you but I believe that it would serve you well to know it. You are a good King and your people love you, and they loved your queen very much. I do not believe that anybody would be glad to see you leave us, but we would understand and your choice would be respected"

Thranduil said nothing a she stepped forward and placed a hand on the maids shoulder in thanks,

"Where are you taking her?"

There was a hint of panic in the Kings voice as he asked,

"I am taking her to be fed, then I shall bathe and dress her my Lord"

"Very well"

The room reverted back into a silent prison as he sat down in a chair opposite Glorfindel's. The worst thing was that he couldn't bring himself to look at his son.

The tears once again began to fall as he thought about the upcoming funeral. He didn't know what to do. This wasn't supposed to be this way.