Bold Dreams

Bold/Italics Galadriel talking telepathy

Italics thoughts

(words) Elvish

A Whole New World

Chapter 4

–1st POV, Magdalena–

I gasped in fear and sat up in bed quickly.

"Magdalena? Are you all right?"

I heard Elrohir's voice but I couldn't hear a word he was saying. I looked around confused but quickly looked down to my stomach, feeling for some kind of blood or hole.

"Magdalena?"

I felt Elrohir grab my face. I turned to his worried face and just lunged on top of him, hugging him. I cried against his chest, my arms around his neck.

"It was awful! I had another nightmare about Deachir but this time he succeeded! He got both of us, saying he would get his revenge!"

"Shh! I am here. Nothing is going to happen. Deachir is dead. Gandalf killed him, remember?"

Elrohir rocked back and forth, my crying subsiding. I only sniffed, letting Elrohir's smell comfort me. It was a forest kind of smell from being out in the archery most of the time or out patrolling during the four months.

"Want to go back to sleep?"

I shook my head. "No." I whispered in fear. "Too many nightmares have haunt my dreams."

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–Elrohir's POV–

I looked down to my wife, frowning. "You mean you had nightmares of Deachir before?"

My wife nodded, her crying coming back. I was such a fool! Why have I not I seen this? Whenever I awoke, she was never in my arms, or she would not have those dark circles under her eyes. But I thought nothing of it! I did not want to think of it... Why, is the question I ask myself but I do not know the answer. Maybe I did not want to know the answer, scared of what it may be. I hugged my wife closer, kissing her hair.

"Why did you not tell me?"

I mumbled, looking out to the balcony.

"I didn't want to worry you. I though you would think I was an immature child who can't even let go of the past event."

"No, (my love), do not think such a thing! I would never think that! The event four months ago has made a huge impact in your life. I would have understood of your nightmares."

I stayed in the same position until dawn, not uttering a single word. As much as I love my wife, I wish she would at least tell me what is bothering her. I would suffer for her, with her! She should not take such a burden upon herself.

"Come Magdalena, we must get ready for the departure of our guest. They are all leaving today."

"Okay. But please, don't tell anyone what happened."

I nodded, respecting my wife's decision. We made are way to the hall for our morning meal. Magdalena ate very little, but talked greatly with the Hobbit's. They made her smile and laugh, thankful they have let her forgotten the nightmare. Though I know she will remember later on in the day. After the morning meal, we have walked our guests to the courtyard, and what I saw next made me smile. Lord Thranduil dismounted his horse, and stood at the base of the stairs.

My wife, not yet custom with our ways, ran, un-lady like might I add, down the steps. Once on the ground, Magdalena hugged Thranduil, catching him of guard. But the once king hugged back, smiling.

"It is nice to see you once more, (daughter)."

I frowned at what Thranduil had said. But Magdalena cannot be his daughter. Unless... yes, unless Thranduil has decided to adopt Magdalena as his own daughter. My wife let Thranduil go, and tilted her head.

"I have read that word in my book Elrond gave me." She snapped her fingers. "Oh, daughter."

Thranduil smiled in approval, nodding his head once. "Very good. You have been studying your Elvish."

My wife smiled, happy to impress him. I looked over to my father and grandmother only to see each of them give a look with a smile. I walked over to them.

"You know why Lord Thranduil has called her daughter, do you not father? Grandmother?"

"Elrohir."

I looked over to Thranduil, who motioned for me to greet him. I did what I was told, and stood next to my wife, bowing to him.

"Do not be so formal, (son-in-law)."

Instead of frowning, I smiled. I now knew that Lord Thranduil has indeed adopted Magdalena.

"I have an announcement and a wedding present for Lady Magdalena."

I felt all eyes upon me and my wife, who grabbed my hand feeling the eyes upon herself as well. Thranduil turned to an Elf, holding out his hand. The Elf gave the Lord a rolled parchment. He faced us once more.

"First, congratulation to the both of you. I would have trusted no other Elf for Magdalena."

My wife and myself looked to each other, smiling. We looked back to Thranduil.

"Second, I would like to give you this and hope you will be much more joyous as I am."

He handed my wife the parchment. Magdalena took the parchment, letting my hand go. She opened it and frowned.

"I am still learning how to read Elvish." She looked up to the Lord.

"I will read it."

I told her, taking the parchment from her hands. I begin to read out loud.

"Let all those who care to listen hear what I, King Thranduil of Mirkwood, have to say. With the love I have for Magdalena, I care for her as my own daughter. My flesh. My blood. My kin. Those who are the council, my advisors, did not approve of such a thing as I have done. But even so, with this document, and those who bear witness and signed this parchment, I have declared Magdalena Vega as my adopted daughter."

I looked to my wife, who was staring wide eye at the parchment, her mouth opened in shock. She looked to Thranduil, as I, to see him smile. Next thing I knew, my wife has hugged Thranduil, crying.

"Are you really serious? Are you really adopting me?"

Thranduil hugged Magdalena back, "yes, Faerdhinen, I am."

The Lord held his foster daughter at arms length, brushing her tears.

"What does that mean?"

My wife asked childishly, making Thranduil and myself smile.

"Quiet Spirit." He told her.

"Can I ask why you wanted me as your daughter?"

"Because the amount of time, though little, you have spent in Mirkwood, I have grown to love and adore you as a father. I have grown to protect you from those who have hurt you greatly. I, somehow, became your father without you noting it."

My wife laughed through her tears, looking back to me.

"Did you know this?"

"No. I just figured it out when he called you daughter." I smiled to my father-in-law.

I was happy Magdalena had a father figured, besides my own father, around. She needed the love of a father, since she did not get it from that bastard who hurt her greatly in her world. Galadriel was her mother figure, as Aragorn, Arwen, and Elladan were her brothers and sister figures. I thank the Valar for giving my wife a normal life she should have gotten while growing up.

"We must take our leave." Faramir spoke up, looking to Aragorn, who nodded in agreement.

"Yes, we do not want to delay much longer."

Aragorn walked over to me, putting both of his hands on my shoulder, smiling.

"We will see each other again soon, Elrohir. Visit whenever you like in Gondor, you and Magdalena are most welcome."

"Thank you Estel." I used the name from our childhood time here in Imladris.

He was taken back but smiled, before walking over to my wife. Arwen came up and hugged me, I hugged her back.

"I do hope you will come visit soon, brother."

"We will, I promise. And take care of yourself and my nephew."

We parted, Arwen nodding her head, smiling. My grandmother came up next, putting a hand upon my cheek, smiling softly.

"As I said before, (my nephew), we will see each other again." She bowed her head slightly to me.

"Protect her, Elrohir. Keep her close by you. I feel a great danger coming. In fact, I feel it all ready near by. She is still fragile, Elrohir, and very emotional. Be patient and watch yourself."

She told me, before walking to Magdalena. I frowned, but kept her warning in mind. After our good byes, my wife, my brother, my father, and Lord Thranduil watched out guest leave with many guards with them. I frowned. Why would they need so many guards? All Evil have been rid of this world, have it not? Once they have disappeared against the summer trees, Lord Elrond and Thranduil bid us farewell, as they need to speak. Elladan told us he would be at the archery field, as he and Glorfindel had a contest going on.

My wife put her arms around my waist, kissing me on the cheek.

"Go on Elrohir, I won't mind if you go with your brother and Glory. I'll just be in the room studying Sindarin."

I lightly laughed at the nickname my wife gave Glorfindel, as she could not say his name fully.

"Protect her, Elrohir. Keep her close by you."

The words of my grandmother came back. I only smiled and looked down to my wife's beautiful eyes. I hugged her and gave her a quick peck.

"How about I come with you to the room? I'll help you study your Sindarin."

My wife furrowed her eyebrows, tilting her head my way.

"Okay, that will be fine." She told me, as we made our way to our room.