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Note: Thanks for the reviews, I guess I will let Legolas live. If there are any more ideas just let me know. Let's begin.
Opening his eyes, the light was bright so he closed them again. He moaned a soft moan of pain. Hands on his shoulders gently helped him sit up and take some water, the first liquid he had in days.
"Easy young prince, you are still weak." The soft voice told him, a voice he held dear to his heart.
When his voice returned he cried out the one name that was on his mind. "Nienna!"
"She is fine, don't worry you will see her soon, for now it is time to rest." Gandalf, which was the name that the voice belonged to. Legolas shook his head, sending a wave of pain through his body. "No, I need to see her now." He answered weakly.
Gandalf rolled his eyes and helped the stubborn prince up. "I will not take responsibility if you fall flat on your face and need to stay in bed."
"Yes, yes, whatever you say, Gandalf." Legolas answered, his voice stronger. It didn't take him long to get up fully and support his own weight. After a quick checkup from status of his clothes, he was out of the room and on his way to Nienna. Gandalf shook his head, he was glad he was not that young anymore.
Legolas made his way slowly through the halls of Rivendell, wondering where to look for his beloved. He soon ran into the last person he wanted to see Elrohir. Legolas nearly passed him, but went back to check on him, not believing what he was seeing.
The youngest son of Elrond was not the vital and healthy Elf he once was. He looked pale and his normally tight fitting shirt was loose now, he had lost a lot of weight. His eyes had lost their brilliant spark of life and even if he was looking directly at Legolas, he did not see him.
"Elrohir?" Legolas questioned softly.
The Elf snapped to attention and nodded slightly before he answered in a monotone voice "Hello Legolas."
"I wish to say I am sorry. I do not want our fight to get in the way between you and your daughter..." He started out only to be interrupted by Elrohir's humorless laughter. "She is dying. I can see it."
"Where is she?" Legolas fought to keep his cool.
"Getting ready to leave to fight along Estel's side in some far off land for the future of Middle Earth. I know now how Atar felt when he wanted Arwen to leave. I should have let her leave when I had the change not get ties to this life. One of those ties she is carrying now." Elrohir rambled.
"What ties are you speaking off? Surely our marriage will be accepted in the Undying Lands." Legolas softly reasoned with him.
"That will be accepted but she will suffer before she can be proven worthy of the Undying Lands. That is not the ties I am speaking off. You do not know, you cannot feel it. The life that will prove to be the saving or the undoing of these lands." The smile on the Elf's ragged face became grimmer. Legolas was lost. "What can't I feel?"
"The child she is carrying. You two have a thing for getting into trouble like this. One child touched by evil and then another born as the saving or the destruction of his parents. You walk alone, prince, you will always walk alone. The Evil that touched you both will destroy you." Elrohir answered, losing all composure.
"Moriethel has not been touched by evil." Legolas raised his voice.
"Nay but you two have and that has been united into her. Why do you think she is not here? Without evil, just like her mother she cannot live. She is dying as we speak." Elrohir started to answered but by the time he was finished Legolas had taken off already.
The young price raced towards the bedroom he shared with Nienna. Skitting into the bedroom, he found it empty, including all the stuff he had ever had in there. Swearing underneath his breath, he forced himself to calm down. There was no reason to be racing around Rivendell, they could be anywhere, logic thinking was the key here.
His head snapped up and he ran out of the bedroom, knocking over a servant in the process, helping the poor Elf up, he muttered a quick apology and ran off again, not bothering to look back.
Legolas made it to the gardens, where not to his surprise, he saw Nienna sitting underneath a thee, the young Elf-Maiden was dressed for battle and Legolas knew he was just in time.
Nienna's head snapped up when she felt the familiar presence in her mind, a presence that had been lacking in the last couple of weeks. "Legolas." The word was more a prayer then anything else.
The Elf crossed the distant and sank down on his knees in front of her, his face lid up by a beautiful smile. "Yes, My Lady, what can I do for you?"
"You made it." She answered to him.
"Of course, Meleth, what else could I do? Is it true?" He asked, getting over the joy from seeing her. Nienna looked at him, a confused look on her features. "Elrohir said that…
" He could not say the words, with a sob; he gathered her in his arms and held her close, unable to control his aching heart from screaming out to her.
Nienna felt it and while gently breaking away from him she rested her forehead against his and answered. "Aye Meleth, it is."
"Moriethel, she is so young, she cannot die. I will not let it happen, seas (please) we worked so hard, she cannot die." He pleaded to her, hoping she had the means the undo all of this. She held him close, seeing him suffer made her heart break all over again, knowing that she had no say into this.
"They said she was never ours to begin with. She will be so touched with Evil, Greenleaf that we are holding the very doom of Middle Earth in our hands. They choose us as their champions, we are to fight, how can the champions of the Valar be the parents of the very being that will bring the downfall of Middle Earth?"
"What about the other child?" His voice shook. Nienna pulled away from him and confusion shone in her lifeless eyes. "What are you speaking off?" She demanded.
"You do not know." He stated, feeling his confusion ebbing away for a little while. The look in her eyes told him all he needed to know. Smiling he took her head and answered. "Remember that Elves can sense things within their bodies, use your senses, you will feel it."
After a moment of focus, Nienna's eyes held some of panic and she answered. "I cannot feel anything; it is even hard for me to feel our bond. Legolas, I am scared, what if it never comes back?"
Rubbing her hand, Legolas calmed her down and answered. "Don't worry; it will come back in good time. Let me guide you." He held out his hand and waited until Nienna placed hers in it. He felt their minds connect like the very first time they had bonded. He briefly felt her fear, but then her trust for him took over; he was left off guard when he felt her love for him rush through his veins, and it was so strong.
Shaking his head, he sat down behind her and guided her body so it lay against him. His hand found its way underneath her shirt and Legolas heard her gasp when his cold hand touched her warm stomach. Seeking the connection to her mind, he let his senses take him.
After a moment, he felt her struggle, but then it stopped when she felt the child's presence in her body. It was no miracle that she missed it, it was hard to sense for him and with her senses being so messed up, and it could have passed unnoticed very easily.
He felt her fall against him while the truth of what was going to happen hit her and his own tears joined hers while they wept for both of their children.
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