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Reforge the Sword

The first stop was Gondor. There were few dead Gondorians, but there were enough to count on more than two hands. The funeral service was short and to the point, and the bodies were given to the deceased's family for a proper burial.

The next stop was Rohan. Eomer was given a grande service, for he was the king of Rohan, and it was decided that his cousin would take over the throne, for Eowyn had not wanted it. There was a service for the other dead, but, as in Gondor, the bodies were given to the family of the deceased.

There were less Elven dead than Rohan or Gondorians, but the deaths were major deaths. There was a large service once again for everyone who died, and there were several single services open to the public for other elves. Tári's body was given to Legolas to prepare and bury, for she had no living relatives, and Legolas was closest to her. He made sure that he gave her a marvelous funeral. Everyone was invited, and practically everyone came. Her body was decorated with lilies and roses., her favorite flowers, and was carried through the cities on a purple stretcher. She was laid to rest in Imladris, for she had never thought of Lothlorien as her home.

The mood in all of Middle Earth was greatly subdued for several days after the funerals, and for many beings, for several weeks after the funerals, but life must go on. Aragorn had greeted Arwen with a passionate kiss the moment he had gotten home, before taking her to several different funerals to pay their last respects. Legolas has attended only Tári's funeral, and had shut himself up in his room for the rest of the while funerals were happening.

"Legolas," cried Aragorn, pounding on the door to Legolas' bedroom. "You have to come out. We're going to reforge the sword, and you must be a witness."

"Go away," came the muffled reply.

"Legolas, you cannot drown in grief for the rest of your life!" he yelled.

"I said go away!"

Aragorn had had enough. He opened the door and walked in. The view of Legolas was devastating. He was lying in the clothing he had fought in a week ago and his blonde hair had turned brown with dirt and grime. He had lost weight for not eating, and his eyes remained puffy and tear stained from crying. Aragorn stared at him.

"Alright," said Aragorn, picking Legolas off the bed and standing him up on the floor. "Enough self pity. Right now, you are going to get yourself a bath, then you are going to eat everything you can possibly fit into your stomach. Then you will join me down by the stables so we can get Tunidel, and then we will go witness the reforging of the sword. You got that?" he asked menacingly.

"Yes," squeaked Legolas meekly, and he went off to do Aragorn's bidding.

"And wash your face," called Aragorn down Legolas' retreating back.

Aragorn had more important things to do that supervise Legolas' bathing techniques, so he made his way to the wing of the house that he shared with Arwen. A loud shriek interrupted his musings.

Noting the voice as Arwen's, Aragorn took off at a run. He saw Arwen lying on their bed, panting and sweating. Obviously it was time for the baby to be born.

"Okay, honey, I'm here, you can do this. We can do this together," said Aragorn, skidding into the room and holding Arwen's hand.

"Oh Aragorn," she moaned in pain. "I can't do this, it hurts too much. Get my father."

"You can do this Arwen, you can and you will. Think of a person you hate, okay? Then wish all this pain on him or her. And push, c'mon baby."

Aragorn sent out a mental message to Tunidel. Tundiel! Arwen is in labor, find Lord Elrond and send him to our bedroom. She needs him!

Aragorn did not 'hear' Tunidel reply, but minutes later, Elrond came pelting into the room followed by two nurses.

Arwen was crying and moaning in pain. "Just one more push, give it all you've got!" said Aragorn encouragingly. The baby slid out. One of the nurses grabbed it and toweled it off, handing it to Arwen when she was done.

"Eldarion," breathed Arwen. Aragorn smiled.

Tunidel interrupted Aragorn spending time with his wife and son. Aragorn, you're late. Legolas is already here, clean and full. Get your butt here now, the sword will be reforged soon.

Aragorn gave Arwen and Eldarion a kiss on the cheeks and murmured that he would be gone for as short a time as possible. Elrond had already left, presumably for the same ceremony. Aragorn made sure that one of the nurses would stay with Arwen until he returned. After leaving the house, he took off at a run for where Legolas and Tunidel were waiting.

"Aragorn I feel so much better," said Legolas, mounting Tunidel.

Aragorn mounted behind him. "Good, I knew you would. Let's go Tunidel."

They arrived at the forge less than five minutes later. A great group of people had already gathered and the forgeries were already beginning to work.

"Let the malicious sword be gone," cried an elf, tossing the sword into the fire. "And now we will create a new one," said the same elf, retrieving the sword when it had softened up enough. Three elves worked for thirty minutes before the new sword was ready.

"Behold," cried a different elf holding up the new sword, "Jainlet. The sword of fire!"

The crowd applauded and cheered, but became silent immediately when Elrohir stepped out of the crowd to speak. "This sword will lead those loyal to the elves to a great victory, but who will bear Jainlet? Legolas, son of Thranduil, will carry the sword, and lead us to such a great victory, the nobody in Middle Earth will ever forget it, and everyone will know the name of our hero. 'Legolas,' they will cheer, 'Legolas'."

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