Disclaimer: I own only the young elleth and her child. Toilken is the
genius behind everybody else.
Niphredil means snowdrop, or Lily of the Valley
Chapter Two
She was running.
She could not afford to waste time. She had disguised it well, but she could not afford recognition. A sharp pain hit her in the stomach, and she grimaced in pain, but kept running. It was only a short while until she got there.
Above the running elleth was Mirkwood forest. It had gone through many names in the elleth's life, but she liked Mirkwood the best, so Mirkwood it was. The stars were barely visible through the thick canopy of trees, but she could see the brightest star of all shining through. It gave her hope, and she pushed her legs faster, until on her last burst of energy, she reached the glade.
-
In the glade were a number of things. Fruit trees, ever blooming and producing fruit surrounded it. The Lady of the Light herself gave them to Mirkwood, in order to give the gardens eternal beauty.
As it was the time when Mother Earth produces her own children, the trees were full of flowers, giving off a light, airy scent. The glade was a mix of exotic colors, mingling together as one.
A statue sat in the middle of this wild garden. It was a wise female face sat staring out over the ages. Her hand was raised in salute, as if to say, "I welcome you to this world, child."
A stone table lay raised in front of the statue, and was covered in soft, downy, green moss. The young elleth lay down on the table and was calm until another sharp pain sized her. She cried out in pain, and knew it had begun.
For this was the birthplace of all royal heirs to Mirkwood.
-
"Was my few moments of pleasure worth this?" she cried out to the heavens. "Was it worth the anguish, the worry, the precaution? Was it worth my misery? What have I done?" she lamented to the sky.
Another contraction racked her body, and she shivered. She pushed with all her strength, and when she could see nothing happening, she knew it was going to be a long night.
-
For hours the young elleth labored, trying to push her child out into the world. With every contraction she could feel the child moving, making it's own way. She was tired, but she knew she could not give up on the heir. This child meant more than anything in all of Arda to her.
When dawn bridged the sky, she felt the child's head move out from her legs, and she breathed a sigh of relief. But she soon started up again. She refused to give up because now she realized these few hours of pain would be balanced out with the thousands of hours of joy.
-
The sun was moving higher in the sky when at last the baby's legs left her, and she rose up to look at the child.
"A male!" thought she. But she had no more time for extra thoughts because the baby's afterbirth was following after the child.
-
She tied a cord around the umbilical cord, and cut it as close to the baby as she dared. "This is my child!" she thought.
"Our child, "she said out loud. She was quiet for a moment, lamenting in her thoughts.
She wrapped him in skins that she had brought with her, and held him to her breast. The tiny crying infant latched on hungrily, and she laughed.
"You shall be called Anor, my little sunshine." She said, eying his golden hair. Her body was collapsing in exhaustion, so she closed her eyes (which was something she had not done in several millennia.)
She and the child settled into sleep on the moss-covered table, basking in the sun, and the statue of the Lady of the Light smiled, just a little.
Niphredil means snowdrop, or Lily of the Valley
Chapter Two
She was running.
She could not afford to waste time. She had disguised it well, but she could not afford recognition. A sharp pain hit her in the stomach, and she grimaced in pain, but kept running. It was only a short while until she got there.
Above the running elleth was Mirkwood forest. It had gone through many names in the elleth's life, but she liked Mirkwood the best, so Mirkwood it was. The stars were barely visible through the thick canopy of trees, but she could see the brightest star of all shining through. It gave her hope, and she pushed her legs faster, until on her last burst of energy, she reached the glade.
-
In the glade were a number of things. Fruit trees, ever blooming and producing fruit surrounded it. The Lady of the Light herself gave them to Mirkwood, in order to give the gardens eternal beauty.
As it was the time when Mother Earth produces her own children, the trees were full of flowers, giving off a light, airy scent. The glade was a mix of exotic colors, mingling together as one.
A statue sat in the middle of this wild garden. It was a wise female face sat staring out over the ages. Her hand was raised in salute, as if to say, "I welcome you to this world, child."
A stone table lay raised in front of the statue, and was covered in soft, downy, green moss. The young elleth lay down on the table and was calm until another sharp pain sized her. She cried out in pain, and knew it had begun.
For this was the birthplace of all royal heirs to Mirkwood.
-
"Was my few moments of pleasure worth this?" she cried out to the heavens. "Was it worth the anguish, the worry, the precaution? Was it worth my misery? What have I done?" she lamented to the sky.
Another contraction racked her body, and she shivered. She pushed with all her strength, and when she could see nothing happening, she knew it was going to be a long night.
-
For hours the young elleth labored, trying to push her child out into the world. With every contraction she could feel the child moving, making it's own way. She was tired, but she knew she could not give up on the heir. This child meant more than anything in all of Arda to her.
When dawn bridged the sky, she felt the child's head move out from her legs, and she breathed a sigh of relief. But she soon started up again. She refused to give up because now she realized these few hours of pain would be balanced out with the thousands of hours of joy.
-
The sun was moving higher in the sky when at last the baby's legs left her, and she rose up to look at the child.
"A male!" thought she. But she had no more time for extra thoughts because the baby's afterbirth was following after the child.
-
She tied a cord around the umbilical cord, and cut it as close to the baby as she dared. "This is my child!" she thought.
"Our child, "she said out loud. She was quiet for a moment, lamenting in her thoughts.
She wrapped him in skins that she had brought with her, and held him to her breast. The tiny crying infant latched on hungrily, and she laughed.
"You shall be called Anor, my little sunshine." She said, eying his golden hair. Her body was collapsing in exhaustion, so she closed her eyes (which was something she had not done in several millennia.)
She and the child settled into sleep on the moss-covered table, basking in the sun, and the statue of the Lady of the Light smiled, just a little.