A Whole New World

Chapter 11

--Elrohir's POV—

I haven't slept in days as I stayed along side with my wife, who has yet woken up. She had a high fever, my father and other healers told me that she fell asleep in her wet clothes. It was my fault that she has gotten sick. Father told me that because of her mortal blood, this illness over took my wife's body and mind.

Just a few days ago my wife begun to talk nonsense, she was awake yet at the same time she did not know what she was doing. Must be some kind of side affect from this illness. I just hope my father and the healers can help her and save our child.

We have yet to find the person who done this, and I prayed to the Valor that the guards better find them before I do for I will surely make them pay.

I took hold of the cloth that lay upon my wife's brow and re-soaked it in cold water that was on the table near by and scrunched the extra out before placing it back on Magdalena's forehead. I moved a few strands of hair from her face as I placed my left hand on her hand which lay upon her abdominal. It was growing but not so much that you could not notice unless you paid close attention to it.

Why are ill things happening to my wife and me? We should be at peace now that the war has ended, but we are not. Sighing, I stood from my chair and laid next to my wife, bringing her closer to me.

"(Get well soon, my love. Get well soon.)" I whispered before drifting off to sleep as will.

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--Vinia's POV—

I walked out to the deserted clearing just outside of Imladris. I stood near the river, scolding all that I could.

"Dinenwen is not going to like this, I am sure."

I muttered, my hands in fist.

"I do not feel complete or stronger, Vinia."

I flinched at the icy tone my mistress used. I slowly turned to see Dinenwen standing a few feet away with a low cut, dark violet dress. She glared at me as I went on one knee. I bowed my head, not able to keep her stare with my own.

"That bitch screamed before I could finish it." I looked up to the Queen of Mirkwood. "But after she and Elrohir had the fight a few days past, she has gotten sick, she has a terribly high fever. I over heard the healers saying that they do not know if they can bring it down. Not even Elrond himself."

My mistress smiled that made my blood run cold.

"Make sure that my beasts get through Imladris' guards and into the heart of the city. I will make sure I get my full powers back. Then I will rule Middle Earth and no mortal will be able to stop me."

Dinenwen laughed and turned to the right quickly, disappearing. I stood and walked back to Imladris, a grin plastered on my lips. I will soon get my revenge and Elrohir, so of Elrond, will not live to see his home burn down. Along with his wife and unborn child.

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--Normal POV, Dream/Vision—

Magdalena stood alone on a bridge, looking down in horror at the sight before her. Elves fought against over a hundred or so foul creatures that did not have a name. Blood was spilled on to the once sacred ground of Imladris. Not once touched by evil until now. A fire was going and caught fire to the forest that surrounded the home that was suppose to be mine and my family.

"Magdalena!"

Magdalena turned to her left to see Elrohir running towards her. But before he can reach her, a foul creature made of different animal parts and covered in shadow jumped in between them. It made a quickly slash at Elrohir, throwing him into the small pound on their left.

The creature went after him as Magdalena cried out. Seven months pregnant and Magdalena was getting ready to jump in and help her husband. But a figure appearing before her made her stop and stares in both fear and surprise.

"Dinenwen." Magdalena whispered, shaking her head.

"E klsie ayou cand aidlcneh ale bcalkes. Hela aldicng athe toa wahthat E ahtre cmes saoe. E lajeo ale ahvels ep falfo cuahel lakeg thae dla maone." (I know you can understand my language. So listen well to what I have to say. I will not have a foul mortal keep powers that should be mine.)

Dinenwen walked slowly towards a frightened Magdalena.

"Vels akldi ahdkdjowel theosd Raskle akdo ahtre kjsoe of Silveriana." (There was one thing these Elves did not know of us Silveriana.)

In a blink of an eye, Magdalena felt pain go through her heart and looked in shock to see Dinenwen in front of her with a sword piercing through her heart.

"Decil adhs jldis slew kaldpam buiows. Decil jldis hisldoa tockd co cowlsed ladis lso weicle lsndo!"(And that is we wanted power. And we always took it from others no matter what!)

Twisting the blade, Magdalena screamed in pain, her last thoughts going through her mind.

'Please save my children.'

--End of dream/vision—

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--Few moments earlier—

Elrond, Legolas, and Thranduil entered the healing room to see Elrohir asleep next to his wife. The three Elves smiled, Elrond walking to his son's side.

"(Elrohir, awake my son.)"

Elrohir blinked several times before getting out of Magdalena's bed.

"(I am sorry father, I could not help myself.)"

Elrond smiled at his son and leaned over the bed. He just put his hand on his daughter-in-law's forehead to feel power going through her. Suddenly heat flamed so hot that Elrond jerked his hand from Magdalena's forehead as it burned his him.

"(What is wrong?)" Both Elrohir and Legolas asked, as Thranduil looked on with concern.

Before the Lord of Imladris can respond, Magdalena cried out, heaving her chest upwards. Elrohir and Legolas were at either side of her in mere seconds, holding her down.

"(What is happing to her?)" Thranduil demanded in fear.

Elrond quickly placed his hand on Magdalena's forehead (which was burning his hand greatly) and one on top of her chest. He closed his eyes, feeling powerful magic within her. Elrond begun to quickly murmured in Elvish. But as Magdalena continued to thrash around and yelled out in pain, Elrond opened his eyes and turned to the former king of Mirkwood.

"(Go get Gandalf, quickly!)"

In the far corner of the healing room, Vinia watched on in joy , watching the pain Elrohir was going through as his wife was slowly being killed in her dreams. Only minutes later did Gandalf rushed into the room, with Thranduil with him, and going on the other side of Elrond.

'The old fool. He would not be able to break through Dinenwen's spell and magic. She is too powerful.'

But Vinia's smile vanished as Magdalena was now calming down. Elrond moved his son out of the way so Gandalf could continue.

"(Do not worry my son. Magdalena will now be fine.)"

Growling, Vinia turned and climbed out of the window. When Gandalf opened his eyes, so did Magdalena. She looked to those around her and burst out into tears, sobs racking her body. Elrohir was once more at her side, hugging her.

"(Shh, it is all right. Everything is now fine.)"

Magdalena pulled away and looked to Elrond. "(My children! Are my children safe?)"

Elrond walked over to her, Elrohir standing back and frowning in confusion.

"(What do you mean children, Magdalena?)"

Elrond stood back and smiled. "(They are fine, Magdalena. All is perfectly in good health.)"

Elrond grabbed a cup full of green liquid and brought it to Magdalena's mouth.

"(Now drink this so you may rest. I promise you, no one will get into your dreams.)"

Drinking the whole drink, Magdalena nodded and leaned back, falling asleep immediately. Turning to those still in the room Elrond spoke seriously.

"(What I saw was not a dream, but a vision. A horrid vision I do not want to come to pass Come to my study, I will explain.)" Elrohir was about to protest but Elrond raised a hand, silencing him. "(I will set up several guards around the room. No one will get to Magdalena while we are away. For what I have to say involves all of us and is of much importance!)"

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