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I'd like to dedicate this chapter to a friend of mine who's grandfather died in October. Mirethwen, this is for you

It had been a week since they had been brought to Olanis' Keep.

They were being held prisoner in the room that Olanis had shown them to the first night of their arrival. They were fed three times a day and they were not mistreated. Thalia had been whipped and beaten for refusing to speak to Olanis but she was not dead and he had not laid a finger on Eleni. He came to them every night and they sat and ate dinner in silence always asking the same question's. Thalia had listened carefully to everything that he had said and she found herself feeling a little sorry for him. He had told her how he come to be exiled form the Kingdom and how he had lost his family. He scared her. Sometimes there was a tender air about him and it was as if he was as he once was but other times he was an unyielding force that she did not dare cross.

The last time she did she found herself chained up in the dungeon after being whipped and beaten.

She was healing. Her ribs were still sore so she had to be careful what she did. Her back was in shreds; she had once again been whipped for disobedience and defiance. The days had passed and the presence in her womb was making itself known.

Eleni on the other hand was not healing, she was getting worse. She spent the majority of her time sleeping or crying. She was getting thin, she refused to eat and her body was giving up.

She didn't want to admit it but Thalia knew that her little girl was dying. But she would stay with her until the end and then she too would pass. Her husband was not coming for her and even if he was, it would be too late.

Thalia sat up in bed wiping the tears from her face. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light and she sighed heavily. She wanted to go back to sleep and wake up back in her own bed beside her husband and put everything down to a dream.

She felt a shift in the bond between her and Legolas and she closed her eyes and let him in. she had to say goodbye to him before it was too late.

Her body was enveloped in a comforting warmth and she revelled in the love that she felt and for a moment she forgot her sadness. That was until a pair of strong arms enveloped her in a fierce embrace.

"Legolas, I have missed you"

"We will attack tonight, your Adar is here, as are Elladan and Elrohir and Haldir, as am I. You must hold on, only for one more night, and then I shall take you home"

She shivered as he whispered in her ear.

"I am sorry hervess I did not know, we will get through this. She will be buried as a royal and she will..."

He stopped as Thalia turned around to face him,

"Who will?"

Legolas' narrowed his eyes, how could she not know?

"Our daughter. Thalia she is gone"

Thalia shook her head,

"No, she is not, she is asleep in her bed"

"Thalia can you feel her presence? Because I cannot, tell me that I am wrong and I will take back my words but do not play with me"

Thalia shook her head,

"She is not dead, she is not"

Thalia closed her eyes and left her husband to his own thoughts.

Gasping for breath Thalia sat up in bed and bolted over to the bed that held her daughter. He was wrong, she was not dead. Not yet it wasn't her time, it wasn't.

She knelt beside the bed carefully and whisper softly to her daughter who lay burrowed underneath the blue silk blankets.

"Eleni?"

Leaning forward she shook the bundle to wake her up.

"Eleni, it's time to wake up"

She shook her a little harder and she felt her heart constrict with panic and dread as she asked herself whether Legolas could be correct.

"'Leni sweetie we have to..."

She leaned forward and removed the blanket from Eleni's face, horror covering her own face as she did so.

The little girl's porcelain white face was blank. Her bright blue eyes were now glassy and lifeless as they stared up at the ceiling. Her blue tinged lips were open in a delicate oval shape and her golden curls framed her face in an angelic touch.

Thalia stared at her daughter, unable to do anything. She didn't know what to do. Her chest rose and fell in short breaths as she found it harder and harder to breathe. Her hands trembled violently, still clutching the blankets tightly. Her blue eyes were wide open and she found herself unable to tear her eyes from the blank eyes of her little girl.

"'Leni...'Leni...no...no"

She sat forward on her knees and shook her again. Somewhere in her distressed mind she still thought that maybe Eleni was still asleep, she had to wake up.

"'Leni wake up...wake...up...honey you have to wake up"

Her voice was hoarse and her throat hurt as she spoke.

She said back and began rocking herself back and forth, feeling the instant need to hit something or cause pain to herself she bit down on her fingers. She was becoming hysterical, she couldn't cry, she couldn't move.

Her body was now shaking violently and her chest was hurting her. But still she continued to rock herself back and forth.

"'Leni, I'm sorry baby girl, come back"

Somehow she managed to move and she crawled on her hands and knees, taking deep shuddering breaths as she did so and sat before her daughter. She stroked the stray curl that lay on Eleni's forehead away from her face as she ran her fingertips across her cheeks and across her lips.

The pain was overwhelming her and she her body felt as if she was about to explode.

She tried to swallow and relieve the burning in her throat but it was no good. She gasped for breath as she reached for the little hand. She was cold and stiff. How long has she laid asleep in the bed opposite while her little girl was lying dead.

The room was too small as the reality of what was happening hit her.

She looked around the room gasping for breath for anything that would release her.

Her eyes fell upon a knife that had been left behind and she felt herself become more and more hysterical as she thought about her family; her Adar, her brothers, her son, her unborn child, her husband. It all served to drive her over the edge and she could no longer think about anything. It had driven her into madness.

She rose from the floor and made her way shakily over to the desk where the knife sat upon a large leather bound book.

She reached for it and it clattered to the floor noisily as she dropped it. Bending down she picked it back up and went to sit on the bed beside Eleni's body.

"I'm coming honey, I won't be long, I won't leave you I promise, and I love you"

Thalia bent down and placed a kiss on her daughter's icy lips before placing the sharp knife against her wrist.

She felt nothing but bliss and calm as she dragged it across her skin and watched the liquid pour from her body. Trying to ignore the feel of the slippery knife she did the same to her other wrist.

She felt dizzy, but her mind was clear. Her blood was soaking her dress as well as Eleni's but it didn't matter. Her last thoughts become everything went black were of Eleni as she held her body in her arms and the regret and pain of leaving her family.

If she had waited just a few moments more she would have heard the battle rage below as the elves breeched the fortress.