Bold Dreams

Bold/Italics Galadriel talking telepathy

Italics thoughts

(words) Elvish

A Whole New World

Chapter 5

–3rd POV, Elrond's study–

"(But how could there be evil if it has been rid of this world, these lands?)"

Elrond shook his head. "(I do not know but the border guards reported all was quiet, and still, the clouds covered the moon's light. All they saw was a dark shadow on the ground, moving snake-like. But the eyes got to them, they said.)"

Thranduil frowned. "(The eyes?)"

"(Yes.)" Elrond nodded. "(They said it held some sort of dark and evil to it's eyes but the guards could not remember how they'd look. It is as though something tried to block their memory.)"

"(It could only be from fear that it may have been blocked.)"

"(Yes, that is what I have thought. But it was not. Gandalf felt some sort of power coming from my guards.)"

Thranduil's frown deepen. "(So someone is behind this?)"

Elrond nodded, not knowing what else to say.

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–1st POV, Elrohir–

"(My name is Magdalena of Imladris and I am married to Elrohir, son of Elrond.)"

My wife leaned forward on the table. "(My name was Magdalena of Imladris, and I am mother of Elrohir, horse of Elrond.)"

I smiled, trying to hold my laughter in. My wife frowned.

"Did I say it wrong?"

I laughed, I could not hold on to it much longer. My wife slapped my arm, making me laugh much harder.

"What did I say Elrohir?"

After calming down, I answered her. "My name was Magdalena of Imladris, and I am mother of Elrohir, horse of Elrond." I laughed.

My wife was horror struck. "What was I suppose to say?"

"My name is Magdalena of Imladris, and I am married to Elrohir, son of Elrond."

"It's not funny Elrohir! What if I told someone this!"

My laughter subsiding, I stood and kissed my wife. "Do not worry, you only got a few words mixed up. You'll get it, (my love.)"

"I hope so too... (my love.)"

I raised an amused eyebrow at her, as she smiled innocently at me.

"Do you know what it means?" I asked, wondering if she really did know.

My wife stood, poking me with her finger. "Yes! It took a while but I have finally figured it out."

I took hold of her finger. "And what does it mean?"

Magdalena smiled and kissed me. She mumbled against my lips. "My love."

I smiled, she has indeed figured it out. "Indeed it is." I mumbled back, kissing her.

I was intending to have the kiss sweet and short but it only continued on. And before I knew it, I was on top of my wife on our bed, both of us not breaking the kiss. My left hand found her right, as I explored her beautiful and mysterious body with my own right. She prop up her left knee, giving me access for my hand to caress the sensitive skin behind her thigh. I felt my wife shudder in pleasure, only encouraging me to continue.

I moved my kisses down her jaw to her neck, as her hand that was not occupied moved under my tunic and explored my back. Her nails scrapped against my skin, making me growl in pleasure. I sucked at the base of her neck and shoulder met, hearing my wife moan in pleasure, even though she was ticklish on her neck. Magdalena turned her head to give me more access. I let her hand go, exploring her right side, until I found the back of her other thigh, that I made prop up as will. I begin to kiss down to her collar bone, as I was lifting the hem of her dress.

"Please stop. Please Elrohir."

I quickly stopped and looked up to my wife's tear streaked face. I got off of her and just hugged my wife.

"I am sorry. I have made you remember."

I kissed the top of her head and just placed my chin on top of it.

–Magdalena's POV–

I felt stupid for crying.

"I'm sorry. Please don't be mad."

Elrohir pulled away from me and wiped my tears.

"You do not have to be sorry. I am not mad, nor will I ever be. I understand and respect your wishes."

I smiled faintly, kissing him quickly. I hugged him around the neck, sniffing.

"Thank you." I whispered, knowing he heard it with his keen hearing. (Which I yet to have, damn it!)

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–3rd POV–

Two weeks of uneventful, and unseen of the creature has pass. Thranduil has decided to stay in Rivendell, as he knew Legolas can handle himself as king. He helped Magdalena with her Sindarin, as Elladan helped her with her sword skills. Glorfindel helped Magdalena with her archery (as he was the best at it), and Elrohir helped his wife the ways of Elves live, and how to be a lady. Though, Elrohir did not care how Magdalena acted, as long as she was herself.

But for a week, those guards who have yet to leave Middle Earth went out to the east borders. A group of Uruk-hai's, that was thought to be long been destroyed after Deachir, were spotted. Elrohir, Elladan, and Glorfindel were to lead the small army. And on the ninth day, a messenger rode in advance to tell them they have defeated the Uruk-hai's but many were injured. The messenger also told Elrond something in Elvish that Magdalena did not catch. But it worried her for Elrond and Thranduil looked at Magdalena with a worried expression.

Pacing back and forth in the throne room, Magdalena rubbed her arms, trying not to think of the worst.

"Please calm yourself, Faerdhinen." Thranduil said, but Magdalena shook her head.

"No. I want to see my husband. And I want to see him now."

As if someone heard her plea, an elleth servant ran into the throne room. "They have came back."

Magdalena ran, with the two Lords jogging behind her. Magdalena just came to a sudden halt at the top steps, as the guards carried the injured into the courtyard. She searched the many Elves, trying to find Elrohir. The last ones that came in were Elladan and Glorfindel, who held an unconscious Elrohir who had bloody bandages around his head and stomach.

"No."

Magdalena ran down the steps and to her brother-in-law, just as Glorfindel took Elrohir from the horse.

"Please no."

Elladan caught Magdalena. "Glorfindel is taking him to the healers."

"Please! Please, please save him." Magdalena cried in a whisper.

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–Magdalena's POV–

Elladan helped me to the healing rooms but stopped in the hall as the healer shook her head. I didn't know what to think nor feel. I just wanted Elrohir to live. I didn't let go of Elladan's tunic as I cried on his shoulder. My legs felt too weak for my own self to stand. Hours pass and I grew more and more worried. Everyone keeps telling me to go rest or eat something. But I just shook my head. I didn't want to be somewhere if news of my husband came.

I just stayed in Elladan's arms, his tunic we with my tears. If he even tried to make me move, I would pinch him so hard. I think I gave him a few bruises and sore spots around his stomach and arm. Finally, after midnight, the healer came out, opening the door, motioning me to enter. I didn't think twice and quickly moved to Elrohir's side. Elladan stayed back, talking tot he healer but I didn't care what they were saying.

I just sat at the side of the bed, holding Elrohir's hand in mine, and moving a few strands of hair from his face.

"Please, oh god, please be okay."

I whispered, kissing his brow, my tears falling on to his face. He was still unconscious but breathing. I thought of how I would be if he did died. We wouldn't have that beautiful girl I saw in Galadriel's mirror in my dreams four months ago. I'll probably drift away from all those I love, or go to this Grey Heavens thing that most Elves went to after and during the war two or three years ago. Or I'll surely kill myself either rapidly by my hands, or slowly by grief and sorrow.

"Magdalena."

I turned at Elladan's whispered voice.

"What did the healer say?"

"She has gotten all of the poison out. But the wound across his stomach, and the blow at the side of his head, will,"

I closed my eyes tightly, tears seeping out of my lids. I let out a sob escape my lips, putting a hand to my face. I felt Elladan squeeze my shoulder, kissing my temple before leaving. I felt so hopeless and helpless, not able to do anything for Elrohir. I slid to the floor and just cried myself to sleep, still holding Elrohir's hand.

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–Elrond's POV, Couple of days later–

I sighed as I watched my daughter-in-law slowly giving into grief day after day. She has not left my son Elrohir's side since she was able to see him. She has not slept, eaten nothing, and has not left this room, maybe to bathe in the was room that was connected to this room. But other than that, she only held on to hope and pray. Many has tried to get her out of this room, but to no hope. The night my assistant treated my son, I went to see myself if I could do anything else to help my son.

But no. There was no more. I walked over to Magdalena and sat a chair pulled next to the bed.

"Don't try, Lord Elrond. I will not leave his side."

Her voice was almost dull and plain.

"Please Magdalena, I beg you. You cannot fade into this grief, you will die! What if Elrohir was to wake up and found his wife dead. He would do the same as you are doing now."

She shook her head, tears streaming down. Sighing once more, I stood.

"I will have someone bring you something light to eat."

"I'm not hungry." She answered.

I wanted to argue but thought better of it. So I left to go to my study in hopes of losing myself in my own thoughts and not if the worst should happen.

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–Thranduil's POV, Another few days later–

I walked down to the healing rooms and entered my son-in-law's room. I saw the young woman who became my daughter now slowly losing her light that surrounded her little.

"Faerdhinen,"

She slowly shook her head. "Please don't insist anymore. I want to stay here until Elrohir wakes up."

Her voice that once held joy and laughter was now dull and plain. It pained me to see her likes this. Faerdhinen has lost much weight, lack of sleep and food. But as though the Valar himself heard her prayer, Elrohir has spoken up.

"I am awake." He mumbled.

"Oh god, Elrohir!"

Faerdhinen kissed her husband, as I quickly went to find Elrond.