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A loud banging on the door is what woke Legolas up. He shot out of bed, not even stopping to pull on a shirt and opened the door. "Your highness, it's your daughter, she is… The healers say that she is leaving these shores, you have to come and say goodbye to her before she dies." The younger woman said to dishevelled prince. Legolas nodded, dumbfound, he had half hoped it would be for something else but dreams were dreams and he hastily pulled on a shirt before he followed her to the healers wing.

First his footfall was quick but as they closed in on the wing, he slowed down. He did not want to do, had never wanted to do this. He stopped for a window and his eyes shot up towards the West. He send a quick prayer to the Valar to do this swiftly, he did not want his child to suffer, is she was meant do die then let her die.

It was against the nature of the Elves to be mortal like this but her fate was sealed, yet his heart hurt to that he had to go through this, it was times like this that made him long for Nienna's arms, to be with her and do this together and not like he was now, alone.

A hand on his shoulder made him turn around, it was his father, eyebrows raised Thranduil looked every inch the King that he was, he smiled before he nodded, telling his father as much as himself that he was ready, he willed himself to be ready for in his heart he knew that he was not.

Walking into the healing wing, he saw his daughter lying in bed where he had left her yesterday, she had not moved at all, only paled in sight. A handful of healers where standing next to the bed. His brow furred in anger before he commanded. "Leave us. This is something for the family not a miracle, it is hard enough as it is without anybody looking. You are not wanted, there is nothing you can do, let her die in peace."

One of the bolder healers and unfamiliar with Legolas's temper stepped forward and said. "My Lord, beg your forgiveness but this I the first time an Elf ever dies in the first year that is not due to grief or wounds, we have to be here to collect more information for the next time."

"If you do not leave now, I will introduce you to a whole new series of wounds that you or your fellow healers have never seen before, now leave. I will tell you why my daughter is dying, because the Valar see it fit to punish her for things she will be doing in the future, just as they see it fit for my wife and unborn child to fight in a war on the other side of the world. Now leave." He snapped, feeling himself being pushed to the edge, he was losing control and fast. A gasp of Moriethel made him look up at her and he hurried to her bedside, pushing away the healers as he went.

Thranduil flinched at his son's anger but Legolas temper had been on an edge ever since he had been back, not enough sleep and stressed out due to everything that had happened made him impossible to live with. Thranduil smiled politely at the healers before he hurried them out of the room, closing the door behind them and waiting a fair distance to give Legolas his goodbye.

The younger Elf gently pushed the child's hair out of her eyes before he whispered. "You never knew how happy you made me and your mother, Mor, you were the first born and it is true that they said that a father will never forget their first born, I will love you and we will welcome you back into our lives when you come back to us, while we reside in Valinor."He had to stop to swallow past the lump in his throat.

"I wanted to spent time with you, teach you to walk, teach you archery, even get made at you when you would get home with tears in your dress, get up in the middle of the night to feed you and then see you court other Elves, and then one day giving you away to the Elf you wanted to marry and see you carry your children. There are so many things I wanted to do or say to you, but all I can say now is that no matter what we love you and I can never or will never forget you or stop loving you." He did not dry his tears as they wet his cheeks, it did not matter now.

"Moriethel, I love you so much, my sweetling, I wish your mother could have been here but she is not so I have to say it for her, she loves you and is very proud of you, we all are." He could not speak anymore as sobs were making it too hard for him to talk.

As if by a given word by the Valar, Moriethel opened her eyes and whispered. "Naneth (mother)." She gasped for breath and Legolas took her in his arms. Kissing her on the head and then while she took another deep breath, she said. "Ada (daddy)." She released it and while the word hung in the air, her spirit fled these shores straight into the waiting arms of Mandos.

Legolas's heart was filled with hope when he heard his daughter's voice but soon pain was all that filled his heart when he saw his daughter's lifeless eyes look back at him, she had died. An anguishing cry tore from his lips and he bowed his head, crying shed tears over his daughter's body.

Thranduil came running when he heard his son's cry and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his only son crying over the child's body. The child that was once their pride and joy was no more, tore away from them by the Valar, for that moment Thranduil resented the Valar, and how could they do this and not give anything back in return? Wasn't it enough that his wife was gone to help save a world that was no longer theirs, did they have to take his grandchild, his son's firstborn?

There was nothing left to do but to help Legolas deal with his grief and wait until he could pass over the sea and hope that it would lessen the pain. So he sat down next to his child and while allowing them to take away the body of his grandchild, he took his son in his arms and rocked him like he had done so many years ago, their tears mingling together.

Miles away Nienna felt the loss of Moriethel just as clearly as if she had just been standing in the same room. She sat down, afraid that if she stood any longer, she would have fallen. She steadied herself while she sank to her knees. A sob escaped her lips and then she broke down, not holding back any longer, she was alone anyway, it was the dead of the night.

Footfall behind her was all that she heard before two strong arms were wrapped around her and a concern voice asked. "Nienna, what is the matter?" The voice of Aragorn.

"My baby, she is gone." She stammered, clinging to the man. She heard Aragorn gasp for breath before he pulled her against her, resting her head against his shoulder and soon his hand was upon her belly, feeling for the life that was growing within her. "I cannot feel it, yet it can not be. Come, I need to examine you, this is no place for a princess." He helped her up; Nienna knew she had to tell him it was not that baby but Moriethel.

"Aragorn?" She began, while trying to say calm.

"Yes?" He answered while continue to walk.

"It Moriethel, not the babe that I carry." She gasped, while new sobs threatened to overcome her. He paused before he asked pain in his voice. "She is dead?"

Nienna nodded, not daring to speak. "What about the babe? Can you feel it?" He asked, changing the subject for a later time to talk about. Nienna focussed and a wave of panic overcame her before she choked out. "No, I cannot, seas (please), I cannot handle it if she had died as well."

Aragorn walked on, helping her with him; soon she heard that they were standing in a tent. He gently sat her down and while putting her hair behind her ears, he answered. "Hush, you said before that your senses were not well, it might have something to do with that. Besides grief is evident in your voice, that can cause it to. I will have a look so you can relax a little bit, alright?"

She nodded, not speaking. She felt a gentle push in her shoulder and laid back. Tears were still streaming down her cheeks. Aragorn gave her a cloth to dry her tears and she could feel him sitting down next to her while he signed and said. "Do you want me to do this?"

She nodded again, still not speaking, he stood up and she felt him lifting her shirt to bare her stomach. She was still only about 2 months along and was not yet showing. Aragorn placed his hand on the middle of her stomach and said. "Nienna, relax, I cannot feel the babe like this. I am just going to move my hands around and press to feel for her, if it hurts, just tell me alright."

Nienna did her best to relax and push the grief aside, it did not help that she was still receiving waves from Legolas. She opened her mind to him, for the first time in weeks and felt him return his thoughts. His mind was with her and she with him and together they would overcome this.

She felt Aragorn press her belly and hissed in responds, flutters went through the bond and she heard Aragorn chuckle before he placed his hand there and answered. "Everything is fine; the babe is still very much alive as you might have noticed. Do not worry. I will leave you for now. Has it settled your fear?"

"Yes, thank you." She answered, sitting up straight and pulling her shirt down. The man bent down and gave her a quick kiss on the top of the head before he answered. "You are very welcome. Relax a little bit and try to get some sleep or at least deal with some of the grief; I am sure Legolas would want you close." He left the tent with that.

Nienna laid back down and while tracing circled over her stomach, she felt the baby move with her, Aragorn was right, she needed to be with Legolas now and in mind she was.

Hope you liked it. This was so hard to write, I feel sad now.