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Note: Here I am again, I am back so here is a new chappie for you. Hope you like it. Let´s begin.
The horse and men were uneasy, waiting for the King and Nienna before they could leave for battle. Ellesar was still with his wife, the fair Undomiel and Nienna who were discussing last minute preparations before they left for battle.
"The best of luck to you, Nienna and bring Ellesar back to me safely." Arwen quickly told her niece before she turned to her husband and said. "That goes for you too, bring Nienna back alive for I fear that Legolas will not be gentle with you if you don´t. I want to speak with you before you leave."
The king nodded before he smiled at Nienna and walked off. Arwen gave Nienna a quick hug and pressed something in her hand before she said. "It might not be much but it might help your vision, I am the daughter of Elrond after all. Wait here for Estel and I will send him to you, good luck for the future and I will let Legolas know you passed through here. May the blessing off all the free people be with you and your company." The queeen pressed a quick hand against her abdomen before she walked after her husband.
Nienna could hear them talking in hushed tones, but could not hear what they were saying, they were to far away. Soon the King returned and she heard him say goodbye to her before he took her arm and led her down the stairs. He stopped right before they were outside and said in a hushed voice, joy aprent in it. "This is the worst time for battle, sometimes I wonder why I have to be king?" She could feel him shake his head.
"Did Arwen tell you something that makes your regret your choice?" Nienna turned fully to face him.
Aragorn had trouble concealing a grin before he answered. "Aye, she did. She said that she is carrying my child. It is going to be our first and I do not want to miss anything of the pregnancy."
"She cannot be more then 2 weeks pregnant then, I guess we just have to make sure that this is over quickly. I would not mind getting back to Legolas..." She fell silent.
"Is something the matter then?" Aragorn asked, concern edging his voice.
She nodded but did not say anything. "Nienna, what is the matter? Is there something I should know before we leave for battle? I know Legolas is not happy with you leaving but unless you have a good reason then there is nothing wrong."
"Moriethel, she is dying and I am..." Nienna nearly choked, she could not say it. She dropped her gaze, but Aragorn was not so easily fooled.
The man lifted up her chin so she had no choice but to face him, though she could not see him, she could feel his gaze burning into her, his eyes searching hers for the truth. "What are you, Nienna?" His voice was firm.
"I am pregnant, just like Arwen." She muttered a minute later. She heard Aragorn sigh before he asked. "Does Legolas know?"
She nodded and she felt him press a quick hand against her stomach before he muttered. "You are not far along." More to himself then anything else, he then fell silent and finished a minute later. "Do not worry, I am a healer, I will make sure nothing happens to you or the child. Let us go." He huged her briefly before he took her arm once more and led her away to the horses. Soon they were on their way for battle.
Legolas was walking more slowly then anything else. His thoughts strayed to Nienna, he wish she was here to do this with him but he had not choice but to do it alone, it was time to see his first born, his little Elfling, Moriethel. Too soon he found himself in front of the door that led to the healer's wing, where she was.
He walked in before he could rethink and walked straight to the bed where his oldest daughter lay. Her face was pale and the golden hair that she had herited from him was dull, not the sparkly hair that he remembered. She was too small for the bed, but then again she was not even 18 months old. He sat down in the empty chair by the bed, allowing himself to think about everything that had happened.
When he sat down, her eyes fluttered open, they were dark, nearly black, much like Nienna´s were when she was mad. Legolas smiled gently and said. "Hello there little one, I have come to stay with you and say goodbye to you." She cocked her head and Legolas was again reminded of Nienna. This child was so much like the both of them. He reached out to touch her but stopped in mid air.
"You are free to touch her, My Lord, she is not that frail." A voice rang out, Legolas pulled his hand back and looked around, one of the newer healers was standing next to him. She smiled gently at him before she walked over to Moriethel´s bed and pulled the blankets more tightly around the small child. Legolas could tell she had a million questions for him but she decided to only settle for one. "Will you not hold her? It might help her recover."
"I will hold her, but I am quiet sure that it will not aid her in her recovery. It will only aid her for when the Valar see it fit that she should be with Mandos in the Halls of Waiting." He answered, his voice neither sad nor happy.
The healer looked shocked before anger passed onto her features and she answered. "I do not think that this is apropriate, My Lord, for somebody to be so hopeless. She is only a small child. You do not have any right to let her pass without a fight, I think you are just being weak. I think you should pray more to the Valar.
Legolas stood up, his tone ice cold before he hissed. "Nay, I am not weak. The Valar see it fit to kill my first born, to send my wife into battle which there is not change of her ever coming back alive. They treaten to take back my second child too, by Mandos and every Valar that still cares about this world, if I have to sink down on my knees to make this right, I damn well will. You know nothing of war or battle or despair, child, do not tell me what you think when by the Gods, I at least know what I am talking about." He fell silent, his anger left him drained.
The healer was pure white, like she had never seen anything like this before. "Leave us." Thranduil´s voice commanded. That did not needed to be said twice, soon the running footfall of the healer was all that was heard. Thranduil looked at his son, Legolas's fists were clenched and he looked away from Moriethel, who had aquired a new shade of paleness. He bit his lip, not wanting to burst out in tears in front of his father. Thranduil placed a comforting hand on his son's shoulder before he answered. "The healers say she will not live the night. It has been 2 weeks since you have been here and this is the first time you ever see her alone. Why now? Why is it so hard now, Legolas?"
Legolas turned around before he answered. "I do not think I can do this, Ada. What father should have to burry his own child?" The tears were standing in his eyes. Thranduil shook his head before he answered. "I do not know, I do not know, son." He then pulled Legolas against him, allowing his son to cry if he needed to and soon sobs were all that escaped the broken hearted prince´s lips.
Hope you liked it. Wow this was dificult to write, I did not want to let her die without having a scene like this. Please tell me what you think. Update as soon as I can.