AN: I just read the reviews from the last two chapters.

Lady Anck-sa-naman, thankyou so much for all your feedback and support through out this story, and all my other stories too. your in depth feedback always gives me a clear idea of what i'm doing well and what not so well, so thank you so much.

Crecy; Thanks for all your random insights, and i really hope to see some chapter of a few certain stories cough Everybody's foolcough up soon.

And to Barbara neal and anyone else who reviewed. Thanks again, and i really hope you enjoyed this.

Now after the darkness, i've reverted back to some of my original humour...enjoy.

Epilogue; 8 months later.

She leant back against Erestor, content to let him support her. Her back ached, but it was a different kind of pain to what she had become accustomed to. It brought her hope, as she felt the life stirring in her womb. She sighed, content. Erestors hand rested upon her swollen stomach, gently stroking the growing new existence. He felt her relax against him, and smiled. Elrond and Glorfindel came by the suite of rooms the two shared every day, to check on the expectant parents to be, and to talk to the unborn child that continued to grow with each passing week. Glorfindel, however, upon being called 'Grand-adar' by Elrond, quickly retaliated with 'Great grand-adar', which was the start of a playful rivalry between the two, both insisting that the child, (which was sure to be a boy!) would be named after them.

"Elrondinion, a fine strong name for the boy." Insisted Elrond one night, after Erestor and Alimra had left, leaving him and Glorfindel to stew over wine.

"Glorfindaniel" insisted Glorfindel, who by now was well into their sixteenth bottle of wine. As the night went on, the suggestions had gotten more and more ridiculous, upon the decision that they should combine their names to create one for the child.

"Elrondel"

"Glorfinrond."

"Glelrofel"

"Finrondglor"

Celésang, Glorfindels wife, came in to find the two drunken elf lords slumped in their chairs.

"Have either of you considered the possibility that the child will be a girl?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest, scowling at the two.

The two Lords just laughed. "No, woman," Glorfindel slurred. " It shall be a son, a fine strong boy, to be called FINDELROND!"

Celésang had enough. "Right. You, Lord Elrond should be going to bed. Fiacha, would you help Lord Elrond to his room please, as he seems to be too inebriated to stand, let alone walk?"

Glorfindel and Celésang's second son Fiacha entered the room, and fighting a smile, helped the swaying elf Lord out of the room. Despite being well used to this kind of behaviour from the two, it still escaped her how two of the most righteous and dignified elves in all Middle Earth could get so juvenile. Celésang turned to her husband, who was looking up at her with a silly grin on his face. "Ai, meleth, if you could see yourself from this angle, you would be so aroused you'd take me right now!'

She turned to face her husband. "And you Glorfindel! Carrying on as though you were an elfing! Get to bed now! And you can forget about any loving for the next week at this rate...Glorfindel! Get off the floor! Stop begging. Get to bed! What are you going to do? Glorfindel...Take your hands off of me you brute!...Stop that...Oh you...you, Oh, oh...Oh Valar...keep going..."

Erestor and Alimra had returned to their rooms, and her being exhausted, had curled up upon their bed, content. Erestor pulled Alimra a little closer, when he felt a ripple run through her abdomen. Alimra gave a small gasp, tensing against her husband. "Erestor?" she whispered, now wide awake, "I think our child is coming."

Four hours later, Elrond and Glorfindel, who all had narrowly avoided headaches from their excess wine consumption, looked in wonder at the small child in Erestors arms. Erestor tenderly held the child close, as though the slightest touch would break her.

"An elleth?" asked Glorfindel, confused.

"Alright. We'll name her Glorfindel!' said Elrond, an enchanted grin on his face as he reached out to touch the sleeping elleths tiny hand. Glorfindel glared at Elrond, before reaching out to touch the other. Then she opened her eyes, the same violet as her mothers, and all three fell hopelessly in love with her.

"Erestor?" a quiet voice, tired but triumphant, called from the bed behind them. 'Where is our daughter?" Erestor brought the tiny elleth over to her mother, and gently handed her to her.

"She's so beautiful,' she whispered, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, before looking up at her husband in wonder.

"Yes," he whispered back huskily, his voice choked by emotion. "just like her mother."

Despite the cry of "Erestor, your a scholar for Valar-sake! Couldn't you have come up with something more original?" that could be heard, which sounded suspiciously like Glorfindel, Alimra smiled, before leaning up to receive the tender kiss that Erestor leant down to bestow upon her.

'What is her name?" Elrond asked the joyful family.

It was at that moment Elladan and Elrohir burst in to the room, slightly tipsy after toasting their new great nieces health five times.

"Ellaro!" slurred Elladan.

"Elroadahir!" slurred Elrohir, before both came to stand by the bed.

"He's a girl!" they cried in unison.

From there, life grew ever sweeter for the new family. Despite the shadows that occasionally crossed her face, Alimra had regained the glow of the eldar, and was the happiest she had ever been in her short life. Erestor saw these shadows at times, and knew her to be thinking of her past, but one smile from their daughter or one kiss and any darkness vanished altogether. She was their hope, their light, and brought them both great joy. Erestor walked quietly into the room where she slept, and drew his wife back against him, who stood watching the sleeping child.

"She is fair," he whispered, kissing the back of his wife's neck, stroking the white hair over her shoulder.

"Just like her father," Alimra teased, having found a wicked sense of humour in the months that had passed. A smile spread across Erestor's face, as he pulled his wife from the room.

"Come then," he whispered sensually to her, pulling her into their room. "I am a lot fairer with my clothing off."

And as the two reaffirmed their love, the little elleth slept on, blissfully unaware of any shadows, as her parents had so filled her life with light.

And they had finally decided upon a name for their little child. Laaysa, meaning; dancer.

A/N; AND with that, it's finished. Shorter than my other stories, but still good i hope. What do you think?and who/what would you like to hear from next?

And to all you reader who are just finding my stories, even though they have been posted for ages, feel free to review too, as i really love to hear what you think. I hope to hear from you!