"Bold" Dreams
"Bold/Italics" Galadriel talking telepathy
"Italics" thoughts
"(words)" Elvish
A Whole New World
Chapter 19
Elrohir and Vinia ignored those that came to help as they drifted a few ways from the bridge. They ignored the water soaking them from head to toe, the bottom half of a dragon attacked to Dinenwin's upper half, which was huge and floating just near by. Nor did they notice the purple fog that was moving above the city of Rivendell. All the two Elves knew was the hatred and anger towards one another.
Vinia blocked the sword that was aimed to cut off his head. His sword shook as his left hand was starting to hurt from a wound he gotten earlier from Elrohir. The said Elf pressed harder against the sword, Vinia's blade nearly touching his neck.
"(You did wrong y hitting my wife, traitor!)" Elrohir snarled in anger.
"(You do not deserver her!)" Vinia snarled back, glaring at Elrohir.
The son of Elrond narrowed his eyes dangerously, a growl escaping his mouth. "(It is you who does not deserve anything.)"
Elrohir pushed Vinia back and attacked the Elf in full rage. Vinia took steps back while trying to block the on coming attacks, but his wounds weakened him desperately and was losing energy quickly. Suddenly, Elrohir pushed Vinia away from him with all the force he had, side-stepped to the right as Vinia thrust his sword towards him, and thrust his own sword into the side of Vinia. The traitorous Elf gasped, his eyes widening in surprise.
Elrohir moves back, taking his sword out. He wore an expressionless face as he watches Vinia drop his sword than dropping to his knees. Blood flowed freely from his wounds, Vinia looking up at the sky to see nothing but thick, purple fog. Vinia scoffed, shaking his head.
"(Is this how I am to die, to not see the beautiful sky no more?)" He whispered before he started laughing madly. "(My mistress will give what you all deserve and for what you have done to me.)"
Gasping, Vinia slowly falls to his side, the light leaving from his body. Elrohir looked up and his eyes widen and sprinted towards the bridge.
"(We must leave, Magdalena!)" Elrohir heard Glorfindel's voice.
"(Not without my husband) damn it!" Magdalena yelled.
Elrohir just turned the corner to see his wife turn sharply towards him and relaxed all at once. The group was in the other side, as he saw the creature to the left.
"Oh god, Elrohir!" Magdalena whispered.
Elrohir ran over the bridge and to his wife's arms. He hugged her and kissed her passionately, not ever wanting to let her go anymore. Elrohir quickly took off his cloak and wrapped it around his soaking wife, hoping she would not fall ill of some kind.
"(We have to get away from this fog, quickly!)" Hinluin cried desperately. "(This fog was the cause of all the Elves in Mirkwood to fall under that… things spell.)"
Pain than went through Magdalena's stomach as her water broke. Magdalena looked down, her grip on Elrohir tightening.
"(My water broke.)" She whispered but all the Elves heard and sharply turned to her in panic. "(My water broke.)" Magdalena said a bit more loudly and disbelief.
"(No, no, no, no, no, no! Not now!)" Elladan said in panic.
Another sharp pain passed through Magdalena's stomach, making her cry out.
"(I don't think the children agree with you, Elladan!)" Magdalena told him in an annoyed tone.
"(We must get to a safe place for Magdalena to give birth.)" Legolas said, looking around for any sign of shelter or enemy.
"(There is a cottage not too far from here, tis my private cottage Lord Elrond gave to me.)" Glorfindel told them. "(Follow me.)"
The Balrog slayer quickly started to walk into the woods, everyone following. Elrohir picked Magdalena up easily and walked after Hinluin. Glorfindel led the group in twist and turns for almost fifteen minutes, which seemed a long time for Magdalena. Some soldiers from Lothlorien suddenly stumbled in front of their path, startling them.
"Culas!" Haldir cried in joy. "(How many are there?)"
The blonde haired, gray eyed Elf seemed to have relaxed almost immediately at the sight of his Warden.
"(Two dozen Galadhrim and just under a dozen families.)" Culas told him.
Haldir nodded, "quickly, we are to go to a cottage for safety, follow Lord Glorfindel.)"
Haldir begun to give out orders, letting the families go first, than the first dozen Galadhrim to the front, than the other dozen to the rear. Elrohir has gone to the front with Glorfindel, Magdalena's pain coming faster and in more time. Elladan quickly scanned the group that was passing by for any kind of serious injuries that he might have to patch right there and then. But he saw none and was grateful for it.
He reached out to a young maiden in front of him, making her turn her head and slow down to walk next to him. She had dark, golden hair that seemed to match her dark green eyes. She wore a simple dark blue dress that only the highest Elves wore.
"(Tell me, my lady, does anyone have deep injuries that are hidden from my eyes?)"
"(Nay, my lord, we all have naught but scratches from barely escaping from the enemy's weapons.)"
Elladan nodded. "(That is good to hear.)" He than smiled at the maiden. "(Please call me Elladan, my lady.)"
The maiden smiled. "(Than please feel free to call me Kirga.)"
Elladan couldn't help but smile. "(Tis a beautiful name, Kirga.)"
Kirga blushed, shyly looking over to Haldir and Glorfindel, Haldir smirking at her, his eyes twinkling. Kirga narrowed her eyes, wondering what her best friend was planning at the moment.
"So the seed has been planted, now the flower of love just has to blossom for the two to see each other in a new light." Haldir thought, reciting the Lady of Light's words.
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Finally, the large group had come upon the top of very large clearing in the middle of the mountain side, passing a wave of power. They did not, however, dare pass the purple fog, fear of what it might do to them. But what stopped them was that of the large army from three different cities camped upon this clearing, the cottage Glorfindel spoke of just over to the right.
"(The flags of Gondor and Rohan.)" Legolas told them.
"(This could only mean one thing.)" Elladan said with joyous and hopeful in his voice.
The two dozen Galadhrim went to the rest of their friends and kin, grateful to see them once more. The others, however, followed Elrohir's lead to the cottage, wanting to get Magdalena out of the wet clothes and to his father. Haldir jogged before them and opened the door for Elrohir. The group, however, was taken back to see who it was that was waiting inside. They saw Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn, Lord Elrond, Lord Thranduil, Aragorn, and Eomer all in a circle, turning their heads to them as soon as the door opened.
"How many?" Elrohir asked in common for Eomer to understand.
"A few hundred from both cities." Aragorn answered him.
"How?" Magdalena asked in confused pain.
Aragorn and Eomer could only smile towards the Lady of Light, who smiled at the girl. Magdalena nodded with a groan, cursing herself for being forgetful. She than cried out as pain coursed through her body. Elrond quickly moved over to Elrohir and Magdalena, putting a warm hand to his daughter-in-law's sweaty forehead.
"You are to give birth soon." He stated more than asked.
"Take her to one of the rooms upstairs, Elrohir, and change her into a nightgown." Galadriel ordered.
Elrohir did not need to be told twice and rushed off to the stairs.
"(What are we now to do, my lady?)" Haldir asked in concern.
"(We must wait for Gandalf, for only he has the knowledge to destroy this creature.)" Galadriel sighed and turned to her son-in-law. "(Let us set up for the birth of my great-grandchildren.)"
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--Upstairs—
Elrohir just placed a sheet over Magdalena and sat down next to her. Magdalena placed her hands on her abdominal, looking at Elrohir worriedly.
"Something is wrong, I can feel it." She whispered fearfully.
Elrohir brushed back a few strands of hair from Magdalena's face. "Everything is going to be fine, (my love), I promise you. I will not let anything happen to you or our children." He leaned towards her and kissed her forehead. "Now save your strength, you are going to need it in a few hours."
Magdalena nodded, closing her eyes momentarily before looking at her husband. "How are we to help Dinenwin? Now that we know she's not really evil."
Elrohir stood and kissed his wife. "Do not fret, Magdalena, all will be well and be righted."
"You'll be here when the time comes, right?" She asked hopefully.
"Of course I will!" Elrohir whispered. "I will not miss it for the world." Elrohir smiled and walked out of the room.
Magdalena sighed, feeling all that has happened that day catch up to her. Kirga, Elladan, Galadriel, and Elrond entered the room. Kirga set two bowls of water on a table to the left, while Elladan set down a few towels. Elrond and Galadriel walked over to Magdalena, Galadriel sitting at the edge of the bed. Magdalena felt her body temperature go slightly down with the touch of Galadriel's hand upon her forehead. When the Lady of Light brought her hand back down, Magdalena looked at both lords with fear written upon her face.
"Will I live through this birth?" She asked quietly, her voice quivering.
Elladan and Kirga both looked at each other with concern before looking at the young woman on the bed. Magdalena watched the barely visible emotion on Elrond's eyes, while Galadriel showed no emotion whatsoever.
"It is dangerous to have even one child back where I come from. And no one has more then twins anymore." Magdalena continued to look back and forth between the two. "Will I live through this?"
Elrond sighs, "I do not know, Magdalena." He said softly. "I have tried to see into what your future holds," Elrond shakes his head ever so slightly. "I was not able to get any vision."
Magdalena scoffs slightly, holding back her tears. "This cannot be! I'm a month early."
She holds her stomach, feeling her children kick every few seconds before the pain goes throughout her body. Magdalena breathes slowly, trying to calm herself and not to worry. Elrond nods and walks out the door, beckoning his son and Kirga. Galadriel brushes the strands of hair stuck to Magdalena's face due to the sweat she was producing.
"I also was not able to see anything in my mirror before coming here." Galadriel said ever so quietly.
"How could have my pregnancy change completely?" Magdalena asked, looking at the Elven maiden that has become a mother to her. "I was supposed to have only one child, a girl." Magdalena shook her head. "Not quadruples."
Galadriel sighed, Magdalena seeing all the years – centuries – stand out on this powerful Elf. She seemed to be tired and fragile, although strong and fearless at the same time.
"Some times," Galadriel said softly, "the Valars – or as you call them, Gods – would interfere with the original plan and give you something more or less of what is expected. My mirror is never wrong, for it is what your future beholds. It is only when the Valars decides that your future should hold more of a purpose."
Magdalena sighs and closes her eyes, feeling tried just sitting there. Galadriel smiled softly, stroking Magdalena's hair from her face.
"Women in my time hardly give birth regularly now." Magdalena said after a few moments of silence. "They have what they call Cesarean section, or C-section for short. It is a painless procedure that is far safer."
"Tell me, how do you have this… C-section?" Galadriel asked curiously.
"The doctors – or healers – give you a numbing liquid and once that is ready and you cannot feel a thing, they cut your stomach open and very carefully take the baby out." Magdalena than looks thoughtful. "At least I think that's how it goes. I heard it from a few people at school. But I doubt you can do it here for it requires much needed technology to help."
Galadriel nods and smiles at the girl. "Sleep, Magdalena. In a few hours I will wake you for the time to give birth."
"Bu-" Magdalena started but slowly closed her eyes at Galadriel started to speak in Elvish.
-0-0-0
--Downstairs—
The kings and lords all sat around a table, discussing what they are to do. All were worried that Gandalf might not make it in time to help destroy this creature, nor defeat it on their own.
"There is only one thing that Hitrother wants," Glorfindel told them. "That is what Magdalena and Elrohir's children hold within them."
Eomer frown in confusion. "And what would that be? They have yet to come into this world, we do not know what they hold."
"They hold half the power of Dinenwen, King Eomer of Rohan." Galadriel tells them as she walks down the stairs. "And Hitrother cannot be as powerful as he likes to be with only half the power gone." She sits next to her husband, who places his hand on top of hers.
"So he wishes to kidnap the children?" Eomer asks.
"Nay." Aragorn tells him. "He wishes to kill them. It is the only way to obtain the power they with hold."
Elrohir's jaw tightens, as he tries not to blow up before his friends and family. Elladan places a hand on his twins shoulder.
"Do not worry, brother, we will do all that we can to protect your wife and children."
Elrohir nodded, not trusting his voice. He sighs and looks around the table, everyone silently telling him that they would do all they can to help.
"How is Gandalf to enter here without being seen by that creature or it's followers?" Elrohir asks.
Glorfindel sighs. "That, we do not know. We just hope that Gandalf will know a way to come undetected."
"Is there any way we are able to contact with him?" Eomer asks hopefully.
Galadriel sighs sympathetically. "Yes, but if I try to contact him with my mind, Hitrother will know. Because Dinenwen has power almost similar to mine, he will know I am doing magic."
"Then someone will have to go out and get him." Aragorn tells them quietly.
"But none will be able to survive long with the strange fog hovering above this city." Celeborn told him.
"So we are doomed if Gandalf does not come." Eomer said quietly. "But the Men of Rohan will not go down without a fight." He said, looking at each of them with courage to fight and live.
"Nor will Gondor back down." Aragorn says with a smile.
"Neither will the Elves of Lothlorien and Imaldris." Elladan smiles at them all.
"It looks as though Men and Elves will have to fight along side each other for one last time." Elrond says with a smile, looking over to Galadriel, who nods.
-0-0-0
--Two hours later—
Magdalena groans as she opens her eyes. She sees a smiling Galadriel looking down at her.
"Is it time?" Magdalena asked tiredly.
"Nay, it seems to be taking a longer time. I just needed you to wake."
Magdalena sighs tiredly and sits up against the headboard with the help of Galadriel and Thranduil on either side of her.
"It usually takes a long time, almost twelve hours, to give birth. It just depends on the child." Magdalena tells them.
Galadriel soaks a cloth and squeezes out the extra cool water. She begins to wipe Magdalena's face of the sweat that will not cease. The door than opens, both maidens and Thranduil looking up to see Elrohir smiling softly. Both Lords smile and stand up.
"I will see you soon, Faerdhinen, rest and save your strength." Galadriel tells her.
Galadriel walks over to her grandchild and smiles before walking out the door.
Thranduil leans down and kiss Magdalena's forehead. "(All will be fine, Faerdhinen, I promise I will not let that creature come near this cottage!)"
Magdalena smiled lovingly. "(Thank you… father.)"
Thranduil inhales quietly, tears coming to his eyes. He smiles and turns, placing a hand on Elrohir's shoulder. He squeezes and nods, before walking out. Elrohir closes the door and walks over to his wife.
"How are you feeling my love?" He asks, sitting down beside her.
"Tired, hungry, and thirsty." Magdalena sighs. "And even more, I wish to get these children out of me all ready."
The couple laugh, Elrohir wiping his wife's face with the cool cloth. Magdalena sighs slightly, looking at her husband seriously.
"Elrohir, I want you to promise me something."
"Hmm, anything." Elrohir tells her softly.
Magdalena takes a deep breath. "If anything were to happen to me during this birth, I want you to move on with your life and find another wife."
Elrohir stops wiping his wife's face and stares at her in disbelief. "(Nothing is going to happen to you, Magdalena!)" Elrohir tells her sternly.
"(I said IF, Elrohir.)" Magdalena places a hand on his cheek. "(I do not want you to dwell on my death and slowly fade. Think of the children!)" Magdalena sighs. "Promise me. Please."
Elrohir closes his eyes, holding back his tears. He takes hold of his wife's hand on his cheek, holding it tightly. Elrohir opens his eyes, Magdalena seeing that they were read and moist.
"I promise." Elrohir whispers.
Magdalena smiles. "Thank you." She whispers back.
Elrohir leans forward and kisses his wife passionately. But Magdalena jerks away, crying out.
"What's wrong?" Elrohir asks.
"I think it's time!" Magdalena cries, holding her stomach in pain.
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Elwen of Lorien: Uh-huh, I know you're a mind reader! LOL, just kidding, I know that I put down a lot of foreshadowing in there. And to tell you the truth, I thought the someone in Dinenwin's body was also going to be Deachir too, but I thought it was going to be obvious, than when I read back to Summer Wind I realized that Hitrother was killed too easily, and I also remembered towards the end that he was fading and transforming himself into Magdalena's body, so a part of him really stayed in Magdalena then transferred to Dinenwin, Hitrother the one really sending Magdalena back to her father. Anyways, good luck with your band and that you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks for reviewing!
FFAMasquerade2005: Sorry to have spelled your name wrong and you were right about this chapter begin put together in a hurry. I had one chapter and the rest I was doing it in the middle of the night, so I was… (whisper) Half asleep, lol, so sorry for that. I hoped you liked this chapter, thank you for reviewing!
Frodo01228: I can't help it! I jut love cliff hangers! LOL, thanks for reviewing!
Sauruna: Ah, if you want to know who's going to die, you'll have to continue reading and reviewing, and you'll find out soon who. Thanks for reviewing; I hoped you liked this chapter!
A/N: Sorry to have taken long, I was having a bit of writers block, and with school and work, it just wasn't working. Will, one more chapter, to tell you the truth, and it will be the end! Please review!