"Bold" Dreams
"Bold/Italics" Galadriel talking telepathy
"Italics" thoughts
"(words)" Elvish
A Whole New World
Chapter 20
Magdalena held tightly to Elrohir's hand while Kirga wiped her sweat with a cool cloth and Elrond prepared to deliver quadruples. The contractions have been getting closer with each passing hour, driving Magdalena with pain.
"Elrohir, honey," Elrohir looked down at his wife. "The next time you wish to have children," Magdalena said sweetly before grabbing Elrohir by the front of his tunic with her free hand and yanking him down towards her. "You have them!" She yelled angrily before letting him go and crying out in pain. "Get them out of me!" Magdalena began to cry softly.
Elrohir recovered from her yelled and soothingly brushed his wife's hair from her face, kissing her brow. Elladan picked up the sheet to look under to see how things were progressing.
"(It's still far too early, father.)"
Elrond looked under the sheet as will. "Yes, we cannot have you push yet, Magdalena." Elrond said sympathetically.
Screams were then heard outside as will as shouts of command both in Elvish and Common. Elrond looked to his sons, as they were both to lead the Rivendell Elves.
"(You stay, brother. Your wife needs you more.)" Elladan said, nodding to Elrohir, who nodded back in thanks.
Elladan quickly rushed out of the room, Kirga going after him.
"(My lord!)" Elladan stopped and turned to the Elven maiden. "(Please be careful.)" Kirga pleaded.
"(For you, my lady, I shall.)" He said with a smile.
Elladan quickly walked up to Kirga and kissed her, surprising the both of them.
"(Once I come back, alive, I will marry you.)" Elladan told her after they parted.
Kirga could do nothing but nod numbly, watching the older twin walk away into a deadly battle.
"(Ah! Get them out of me, NOW!)" Magdalena's voice brought Kirga out of her thoughts and quickly rushed into the room, closing the door behind her.
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—Just outside camp—
Gandalf halted the horse just before the tress of Rivendell, looking up at the purple fog creeping it's way above the trees.
"What is that?" Pippin asked confused.
"It seems as though evil has yet to be rid from this world." Gandalf said before slapping the reins on the horse. "Keep your eyes open, all of you. We are close to danger."
All the Hobbits but Frodo and Bilbo took out the swords which they all now carried with them just in case. The noise of battle cries could be heard, soon followed by metal clashing together and the whistling of arrows.
"But I thought evil was now gone?" Merry said, confused.
"Remember the evil I told you I faced last year with Aragorn?"
"Yes?" The Hobbits said uncertainly.
"Will, this is one of the evil that was faced. Hitrother." Gandalf said the name darkly. "I must engage into battle once more but I shall advise you all to stay out of this one. This is to be fought with magic against magic."
The Hobbits looked at each other with worry, wondering what evil they were to face now.
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—Battlefield—
It has been several hours since the battle has begun and many Elves and men have been lost as will as the enemy. But they only seem to multiply in bigger numbers. The men were tiring but pushed themselves as their Kings fought along side them, wanting Middle Earth—their home—rid of evil. The Elves cursed these foul evil as they were to sail to Gray Heaven, not fight a battle that cannot seem to be won.
Inside the cottage, Magdalena's screaming and yelling could be heard. Both weary Elves men begun to doubt that they will win. This was a fight believed to be not conquered by good but by evil. Hitrother was near by, laughing as he watched, through Dinenwin's eyes, the battle before him.
"Now all I need is the power which that mortal; woman consumes within her for her children." He snarled, sneakily moving towards the cottage.
But he couldn't go any further as Gandalf walked between the dragon and the cottage.
"You cannot stop me from getting to my destiny, wizard!"
Gandalf glared at the beast. "I have learned the secret to destroy you long ago, Hitrother, for your coming was foretold centuries ago!"
Hitrother laughed sinisterly. "Yes but with my body fused together with Dinenwen, my powers have grown since the old days of the Silvermoon Kingdom."
"We shall see!" Gandalf held up his staff above his head, chanting in Silveriana.
Hitrother only laughed, his scaly body circling beneath Dinenwin's waist. Suddenly, Dinenwin's top half disappeared and the full image of Hitrother was hovering before the white wizard and anyone else that could see him. But what they did not see was a full image of Dinenwin standing next to the door to the cottage, an evil smile upon her lips as she stared at the wizard.
"Fool." She muttered before turning around and walking inside.
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—Inside—
Magdalena screamed loudly and long, all the Elves inside the room cringing in pain. But they tried their best not to cover their ears. Elrohir could feel his left hand going numb and kind of blue from lack of blood pumping through it. But he did not care and merely tried to cool his wife's forehead with the cold cloth. Magdalena loosens her hold on her husband's hand, closing her eyes in exhaustion, tears mixing with her sweat.
"These pans are taking all of my energy alone." She cried in a small whisper.
"Shh, stay with me, (my love), stay with me." Elrohir whispered.
"(It is almost time.)" Elrond warned everyone.
But before anything could happen, the door to the room was thrown opened, Dinenwin standing before them. Before any one of them knew it, they were outside the cabin, the door shutting itself, the lock turning. Magdalena stares in horror and pain not at Dinenwin but at the creature that was able to over take Dinenwin's body.
"Stay away from me!" Magdalena gasped, holding her stomach tightly.
Dinenwin walked inside the room, the door slamming shut. "I want the power those brats have!" Hitrother's voice echoed with malice and loathing.
Before Magdalena knew it, Hitrother was on the right of her, his right hand on her stomach. He started to chant in his own language, Magdalena feeling her energy flowing out of her.
"No." Magdalena gasped, not able to do anything as she seemed frozen on the spot. "No, leave my children be!" She cried, feeling the life being sucked out of her.
Hitrother laughed, smiling widely. "Such power! I never felt anything like it!"
It felt like years to Magdalena but as she begun to grow tired, the draining stopped. She slowly opened her eyes to see Dinenwin standing up from a broken dresser and Galadriel standing before her, a blinding white light that seemed to continue to expand surrounded the Elf Lord.
"Your time is up for good, Hitrother." She said coldly, the words dripping with much hatred.
"You cannot stop me, ELF! I am far more powerful then a year ago." Hitrother said smugly.
"Really? Because I believe Gandalf had found one of your weak points outside." Galadriel told the now horrid Hitrother.
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—Outside—
Gandalf fought fiercely with a Uruk-hai, whom was bigger and stronger then the ones from four years ago, fought harder against the wizard. With both his sword and staff, Gandalf searched through the false Uruk-hai, trying to find the main point of the power source that Hitrother was giving him and his army; which was the reason for them to continue to come in unlimited numbers.
Then a dark violet aurora was seen in the creature's stomach. Grinning to himself, Gandalf threw back an Orc he was fighting, grasp his staff tightly and thrust his staff into the Uruk-hai's dark aurora and said one single word.
"Ragdano."
The Uruk-hai's sword stopped just near the wizard's neck as he froze in pain. He begun to turn into light from the inside out. The Uruk-hai threw back his head; his arms spread wide open and burst into silvery dust. A wind blew from the east, all of the other Orcs and Uruk-hai's fading into dust against the wind. Everyone cheered, knowing that they have won this battle.
Gandalf sighs and turns towards the cabin, needing to banish one more creature of evil out of this world. Unless Galadriel banishes it before he does. Either way, the evil will not survive the next few minutes.
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—Inside the cabin—
Dinenwin cried in agony, clutching her head tightly in pain. "Even if a part of me is gone," she snarled, looking up at Galadriel with a shadowed face. "I still have half the power to kill you all."
Galadriel narrowed her eyes dangerously. "But not enough to go up against my own powers, Hitrother."
Dinenwin narrowed her eyes at Galadriel. "We shall see about that."
Hitrother raised the power that he was able to take from Magdalena's children and threw a right hand towards Galadriel, a force of ice rushing towards her. But the force was diminished before it can even reach the Lady of Light. Galadriel, emotionless, stared down the monster that took over Dinenwin. And before Hitrother knew it, he felt his soul literally being ripped from Dinenwin's body.
Hitrother tried his best to keep himself within the Silveriana's body. But the said maiden took hold of the stolen power and was able to throw the evil soul out of her body, keeping all of the stolen powers within her own body. She fell to her knees, gasping for air. The ghostly dragon face of Hitrother stared in disbelief, anger, and surprise at Galadriel, who faintly smirked, and to Dinenwin, who was looking up at him with a glare.
The Lady held up her right palm towards him. "Thsre nryd pzco lbvrou Jaquilma."
"Noo!"
Hitrother was caught on fire, a fierce wind blowing around the creature. Giving one last scream of agony pain, the fire disappeared, the wind picking up the dust and disappearing into thin air. Galadriel looked down at the Silveriana, who slowly stood, smiling weakly at the Lady.
"Forgive me for being foolish to let that creature take over me."
Galadriel shook her head. "It was done unknown."
Suddenly, Magdalena's screams of pain interrupted them, both Elven maidens turning towards the bed that held the half-elf who was in labor at that moment.
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Although it seemed it was too easy to banish Hitrother from the plain of existence, he was too weak to defend himself as Dinenwin took the powers from him. At the moment the men and Elves were resting and taking care of the wounded, while the screams—and curses—of a maiden echoed throughout Imladris. Unlike most women, Magdalena didn't take hours to begin giving birth to four children. It took only three hours or so for the young mortal to finally give birth.
Elrohir was pacing in the living area, Thranduil, Legolas, Elladan, Aragorn, and Eomer all sitting, waiting patiently.
"DAMN YOU ELROHIR! IF YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN I'LL CASTRATE YOU!" Magdalena screamed.
Those that were taking a drink choked, spitting the drink back into their cups or in front of them. They laughed, looking amusingly at Elrohir who has grown even paler, standing still in between the couches.
"(Do not worry son, while giving birth women say things they do not mean.)" Thranduil assured his son-in-law.
Finally, the cries of a newborn could be heard. Elrohir sighed, the men around him congratulating. Then another set of cries could be heard, Elrohir closing his eyes in relief. When he opened them, he saw his grandmother standing before him sadly. Fear immediately took hold of Elrohir's heart.
"(What has happened? Is Magdalena all right?)" Elrohir asked in a frantic panic, remembering the promise she made him take.
"She is fine," Galadriel said, her features saddening. "Elrohir, tow of your children did not make it." Elrohir's breath left him, stumbling back a bit. "I am sorry but when Hitrother took the powers from Magdalena he killed two of your children." Galadriel explained. "I am truly sorry."
"I need to see my wife, may I go?" Elrohir asked desperately.
Galadriel nodded, watching her grandson run up the stairs to his wife. The others all sat silently, everyone feeling sorry for the young couple. It was never right for a parent to lose a child so soon, for the child should grow out their parents, not the other way around.
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—Elrohir's POV—
I stood at the open door to my wife's room, seeing her asleep upon the bed, our children—twins—also sleeping peacefully in two cradles next to the bed. Father, Kirga, and Dinenwin—now good, my grandmother reassuring all of us—continue to clean around the room quietly. I could only stand there, feeling my whole body numb with coldness and with many emotions running through me. I can only guess what my wife could be going through… if she knew, that is.
"(I am sorry, son.)" My father's voice cut through my thoughts.
I turned to him to see his sympathetic eyes looking at me. I merely nodded and walked over to my wife. But I couldn't help see two wrapped bundles in Dinenwin's arms, no doubt my wife and I other two children, from the corner of my eye. I felt tears start to form in my eyes as I sat down on Magdalena's left side. I reached to caress her right cheek, taking slow breaths.
How could this happen to us? Haven't we suffered enough pain as it is? Hasn't Magdalena? Why take two of our children from us before we can even have a chance to welcome them in to the world? They did not deserve this. We did not deserve this. But whatever comes our way, Magdalena and I will get through it, staying strong with each other to lean on. We still have two beautiful children alive and well and we will love them as much as we would have loved if there were four of them.
Magdalena stirred under my touch and fluttered opened her emerald eyes, which were glazed over with tiredness and sleepiness. I saw her lip tremble a bit as tears begun to blur her beautiful eyes.
"Elrohir," She choked out, trying not to cry.
I merely leaned forward and kissed her, trying to calm her down as will as my own tears. I could feel the sadness radiating off of her and I couldn't bare it. I pulled back and wiped her tears with my thumbs as I held her face in my hands.
"All will be well, my love. We still have two beautiful children in our lives." I told her softly.
Magdalena nodded, breathing jaggedly. "And we will love them much more." She said softly.
"Aye, we will." I told her.
I then stood and walked around to our sleeping children. A boy and a girl. I carefully caressed the girl's head, wondering what we were to name them. Magdalena and I haven't really thought of names because we were so worried over the threat to us.
"Can you give me the boy to hold, Elrohir?" Magdalena asked softly.
I smiled and carefully took hold of the boy and turned, giving him to my wife—who was now sitting up against the headboard—and was lovingly looking down at him. I turned to the girl and took her in my arms, sitting next to my wife. Never would I have ever thought of holding a child—my child. But I guess it just depended on when I was to fall in love. I looked up at my wife, smiling loving at her.
'And fall hard in love with her I did.' I thought, leaning a bit to kiss my wife's hair.
She smiled and looked up at me. "What shall we name them?"
I looked down, shaking my head. "You should name one of them first." I told her, looking back up at her.
Magdalena smiled and looked down at the child in her arms. "I heard a nice name around Rivendell… it was… um…"
I smiled amusingly as my wife tried to remember. Suddenly, her eyes widen and looked down at the child once more.
"Gilannún." My wife looked up at me with a bit of confusion. "What does that mean?"
I smiled lovingly at her. "Star of the West."
My wife smiled and looked back down at Gilannún, my son. He slowly opened his eyes and yawned, smiling slightly up at his mother. Magdalena giggled quietly, bringing her forefinger that my son catches in his small hand. I can all ready see that he will have his mother's eyes and the mischief.
"What will you name our daughter?" Magdalena asked quietly, looking up at me.
I smiled and looked down at our daughter, who will apparently have my hair. I caressed her head softly, trying to think up a name. I smiled widely as I have found the perfect one.
"I believe that she should be called Didauar, which is Woman of the Woods."
I looked up at my wife, who smiled at me. "Beautiful, Elrohir, beautiful."
I merely smiled and leaned down to kiss my wife in a passionate kiss.
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—Two months later, September 29—
Magdalena hugged her father tightly, crying. They stood at the docks of Lune, the Elves that are barely just leaving waiting upon the white ship that will be taking them to the Grey Havens. Galadriel, her husband, Celeborn, and Elrond stood to the side, waiting patiently for their turn to say goodbye to the young woman that has won their hearts. Pulling back, Magdalena smiled, wiping her tears as Thranduil held her at arms length gently.
"(Forever will you be my daughter, Faerdhinen. Never will I forget you or the lesson you have taught me.)" Thranduil leaned forward and kissed Magdalena's brow lightly. "(May you, Elrohir, and your children live on and pass down stories of what has come to pass.)"
Magdalena smiled. "(I will, father. I will.)"
Taking a deep breath, Magdalena walked next to Elrond and hugged him, kissing his cheek.
"I would have not had my son marry any other, Magdalena. You are as perfect for him as he is for you." Elrond told her softly, pulling back.
Magdalena smiled. "Thank you, Lord Elrond that means a lot to me."
She moved next to Celeborn and hugged him, exchanging goodbyes. Although they were related by marriage, the two did not have much chance to get to know one another. But in a way they did understood each other, so the need for a conversation did not really bother them much. Sighing, Magdalena walked next to Galadriel, who smiled sadly at her. The Lady of Light reached up a hand and pushed aside a strand of hair from Magdalena's face, a second daughter to the Lady of Light.
"I have seen your future before I left Lothlorien and I have seen a bright future for all of you."
Galadriel smiled and took hold of the pedant—a single emerald green diamond wrapped in around in a shape form of mithril—around her neck and took it off. She gently grabbed Magdalena's right hand and placed the pedant into her palm, covering it with her hand.
"Forever will you be the owner of Lothlorien. Pass it on to your daughter, who shall next pass it on to her own daughter." Galadriel told her softly, grabbing the woman's other hand and covering the pendant.
"I will, (mother), I will." Magdalena smiled.
Sighing, Magdalena took a few steps back and turned to Gandalf, who opened his arms widely at her, a grin spreading over his features.
"You are forever free, Magdalena, never forget this." The old white wizard told her, hugging her briefly.
Magdalena shook her head. "I won't, Gandalf, don't worry."
Next, she turned to the four Hobbits, saying goodbye and hugging each of them. She was to ride back to Rivendell with Glorfindel as her escort. Back to her home… her family. To her opinion, she has taken the farewells pretty well, knowing that she might never see them ever again. But at least she still had her brother for although the sea calls to him, Legolas is to stay in Mirkwood with his wife for many centuries until the world of Men take over.
Walking out of the beautiful ruin, Magdalena smiled to the Balrog Slayer, mounting her brown stallion, a present to her from Elladan, a late wedding gift so to say.
"(Are you ready to return to home, my lady?)" Glorfindel asked, mounting his own mare.
Magdalena took a deep breath, letting the cool breeze calm her face, the tears no longer falling down her cheeks. She nodded, looking around the beautiful place before turning to her escort.
"(I am and I wish to be with my family sooner rather then later. We will try to ride nonstop.)" Magdalena told him.
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—Rivendell—
Magdalena cleaned and changed into a simple white dress before hunting down her husband and children. She walked into one of the many gardens and stood by the entrance, smiling at the sight before her. Elrohir was lying on his back, tossing Didauar up into the air lightly before catching her. Their daughter squealed in delight, waving her arms and legs hoping to fly.
Gilannún, however, was sitting next to his sleeping Uncle Elladan, his Aunt Kirga also sleeping next to her husband. After the evil finally banished and Magdalena was well enough to get out of bed, Elladan and Kirga married at the cottage. It would be only a month later until Kirga found out that she was with child.
Gilannún was leaning against his uncle's side, while Elladan had a loose arm around his waist. Gilannún was holding on to his uncle's sleeve, chewing it toothless. Magdalena couldn't help but feel the smile widen, wrapping her arms around her contently. Never had she thought that she would be a mother, let alone a wife. But here she was; a mother to twins and a wife to an Elf that she dearly loved with her heart.
Gilannún suddenly turned and dropped his uncle's sleeve and smiled. He held out his tiny arms towards her, his fingers grasping and un-grasping the air before him. A gesture that said he wanted to be hold at that moment. Magdalena grinned and walked towards her son. She shook her head at Elladan before picking up her son, giving him a kiss on his cheek, Gilannún playing with her hair.
Magdalena walked around the sleeping couple and over to Elrohir, who finally noticed her. He sat up with Didauar in his arms, smiling at his wife.
"How did it go?" He asked softly.
Magdalena sat down next to her husband. "Painful but I said my farewells." She told him.
Elrohir smiled and kissed his wife passionately until both of their children wanted their attention. Smiling, both parents turned to the child in their arms and begun to play with them. The family continued to play in the gardens until it became dark and dinner was ready. The couple woke the two newly weds and all walked into the palace, peace coming over Imladris and the rest of Middle-Earth finally.
The End
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A/N: Sorry to have taken long! Indeed, this is the last chapter and I just hope that it was worth the wait. Finally, this story is over and I would just like to thank all those who have read and review and just to those who only read but did not review. I had lots of fun writing this, despite the cursed writer's block. So, for one last time, please review!