(A/N) You know what sucks?! Stupid people!!!!! I had this chapter already typed and done and saved on a floppy, and what happens!? A very smart person was like "Hm, I need to save something, and im not sure what this is already saved on here, so I will just delete it without asking anyone about, not even the owner of the disk!" GAH!!!! Sorry about the delay guys...please review anyway.... Cuz REVIEWS = Quicker and more lengthy updates, NO REVIEWS = me thinking no one is interested and I stop typing. Question of the day – can toes really be pretty? Or are they just toes?
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Arwen smiled as she held her seven week old brother against her chest, softly rubbing his back with her thumb. She had seen other newborns before, both man and elf, but none had ever been this beautiful.Yes, she knew it was always said that your own was beautiful to you, but this was her brother not her own son, and there really was something oddly gorgeous about this child.
His skin was smooth, soft, and perfect, almost seeming to glow itself. Born with a full head of thick black hair (well, more like thick, soft, fluff so far), and his eyes had already taken their color, the only one of the siblings to have their mother's eyes. The clearest, most perfect blue sapphire imaginable, with shining silver lining and weaving into the gem colored iris.
Reaching down into his crib, she pulled out his quilt, wrapping it loosely around him, paranoid about him getting cold. Smiling, she fingered the soft material.
The blanket had begun being made by the elf maidens of Rivendell once they heard that their Lady was expecting. The front was a skilled working of silk and satin, showing scenes of fabled elf legends, detailed even to the sides with which his house's colors were weaved. The back was of the softest fleece, and stuffed with warm downy.
The baby sighed and snuggled closer to his sister, his tiny hands clutching her gown, obviously content, seeming to know everyone in the last Homely House loved him and was overjoyed to have him there. Arwen in turn sighed as well, kissing his hair before resting her cheek on the top of his head. "Ellenion" she said softly "what a blessing you are to this family"
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A young messenger paced nervously in front of Lord Elrond's study doors, waiting to be called in, an urgent, waxed sealed message from Lothlorien clutched tightly in his hands.
The young elf had never been to Rivendell in his mere two hundred years, in fact this was his first messenger task outside of Lorien and it did not help his nervousness that the Lord and Lady of the wood had expressed the letter's extreme importance.
Galenril jumped slightly as the elegantly carved wooden doors opened, revealing Glorfindel who gave a small smile at the anxious elf, welcoming him in.
Elrond stood as the messenger entered, smiling warmly, sensing the young ones nervousness "welcome. Galenril wasn't it?" The younger nodded and took a few careful steps towards the raven haired lord, still tightly clutching the sealed roll of parchment.
"I was instructed to deliver this as quickly as possible. The Lord and Lady of Lorien said it was of the utmost importance". The Lorien native smiled inwardly, so proud of himself that he had not stuttered once in his nervousness that he forgot to hand over the message.
After waiting a moment Elrond held out his hand, quietly clearing his throat.
"Oh, y-yes" stuttered Galenril as he stepped forward, handing over the parchment.
"Thank you"Elrond smiled again, nodding to the younger elf "You may go. Arrangements will be made for your rest before you depart again"
"Thank you my lord" the messenger replied, bowing before he left.
Once the young messenger had left, Glorfindel and Erestor gave a slight chuckle, feeling a bit bad for the boy, especially at the end when his cheeks had turned crimson.
The two advisor's mirth immediately faded when they looked over at Elrond, who had already broken the wax seal and begun to read the message.
".......Elrond?" asked Glorfindel quietly "...whats wrong?"
After a moment the dark head finally looked up, a strange mixture of fear, concern, anger, and hurt etched into his features. "I need Celebrian. Find her for me, and bring her here"
Glorfindel nodded, pausing a moment, studying his friends face as he read the letter again, before leaving, going to search for the Lady of the Valley.
Erestor slowly walked over to his friend, gently putting his hand on Elrond's shoulder who in turn jumped slightly, looking at his dark haired advisor "Erestor.."
"elrond what is it? Whats wrong?"
"I fear for my son Erestor.....and I don't know how long I can protect him"
"Which one?" the head advisor sighed "What have the twins gotten themselves into now?"
"Nay" replied Elrond "Not them.....Ellenion...." he sighed, closing his eyes "my newborn"
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(A/N) Ok, sorry it took so long guys......REVIEW!!! Please?
