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Note: Thanks for the reviews. And here is the chapter where they go to Moriethel's grave. I need names for the new baby and of course gender. Let's begin. This song belongs to the Beatles and it is called Let it be.
Light filtered in the room and into her eyes. Snapping them open, Nienna looked around the room, a room she did not know. She tried to turn but a sound next to her made her stop; somebody was beside her, an arm securely wrapped around her waist.
"Legolas?" The name flooded from her lips, hoping with all her heart that the past days were not a dream. "Mmm?" The elf offered as an answer, his eyes still shut and a small smile playing around his lips. He was lying beside her as he had in the past night but this was different. He was curled up against her side and his arm wrapped around her, but with a different purpose. Not to share body heat like he had done so many times before but this time as a husband, wanting to be with his wife.
She fixed her gaze once again on his face, feeling herself inching closer before her lips touched his, her breath drawing out the kiss. A kiss that was returned to her by eager lips and a coy tongue. "Legolas." The word was a strangled moan and a plea, hoping the elf was no longer mad at her but happy to be by her side.
"This is the second time today that you call my name, why?" He cocked his head to the side, one hand underneath his head and the other lingering on his hip. "I just wanted to make sure that this was not a dream. I have asked myself that question a lot over the past few days." She answered, one hand lazily rubbing her stomach. Legolas smiled when he noticed the gesture, and he said shyly. "You are getting more and more beautiful the further you advance in your pregnancy, my love."
She blushed and ducked her head, not meeting his amused gaze. "I thank you, my lord." The automatic reply was murmured softly but Legolas clacked his tongue in annoyance and answered. "I am not your lord, Nienna, do not say that. Unless you wish to call me anything but surely not something that shows the difference between us."
"But I cannot call you my love nor do I deserve it to be called that by you." Nienna answered to her husband's inquiry. His long fingered hooked underneath her chin and her gaze was brought up to meet blue eyes sparkling with steel emotions while he answered. "Once more you know me too damn well, Nienna. Last night Elrohir gave me the advice to be with my wife, yet every fibber of my being shouted that it would not help. But it fills my heart with love and respect when you do try, mela."
"And did it help?" Nienna's grin could have matched his father's and he felt his lips tug up to return it. "Not fully, it all depends on how tired you are and if we can lock the door." Nienna's face showed confusion and Legolas felt his grin widen before he stood up from the bed and walked to the door, hearing a satisfying click when he turned the key.
He then looked back at the Elleth on the bed with a calculating look on his face. Nienna, knowing her husband longer then today, drew the blankets higher up against herself. Seeing this the elf grinned and with a fierce low growl and cry, he rushed to the bed and with nimble feet landed next to the vacant spot where he had been before.
"Legolas, do not even think about what ever in the name of the Valar are you thinking of doing." Nienna's voice was stern and her face white, eyes widen with fear. Legolas cursed himself once more. He should have realized that Nienna still thought him angry with her, an anger that had long since passed. "Do not worry, the prince just wants a kiss from the princess." He put his most innocent expression on and watched as Nienna chuckled softly, rubbing her stomach and saying. "I do hope this child will not put on such an innocent expression. But alright, one kiss is all you get then, perhaps more another time when I do not feel so dead weary."
Her lips brushed over his briefly and Legolas smiled at her when they pulled apart, settling back on his back and arranging Nienna in his arms so her head was resting on his chest and his hand was tracing circles lazily across her stomach. He rested his head against the headboard of the bed and answered. "Speaking of children, I am going to visit Moriethel's burial place today, do you wish to accompany me?"
He felt Nienna stiffen before she said. "Yes, as her mother and for my own peace of mind, and my heart, I shall." He wrapped his arms tighter around her and while kissing the top of her head, he nodded fiercely, in his heart agreeing with her more then anything. "Are you ready to go down or do you wish to stay in bed?" His words were soft whispers while Legolas worked hard to gain his control once more.
"I am ready." Nienna slowly rose while Legolas nodded and he straitened his clothing before unlocking the door and leaving the room together with her. The hallway was empty and Legolas offered Nienna his arm, knowing she was still tired. "We should probably head down to the kitchen first and get you something to eat. You have not eaten much in the past days and you need to keep your strength up." The elf took a right turn and walked straight to the kitchen.
Nienna followed him without question, blinking several times when her eyes started to burn. "Nienna, are you alright?" Legolas's questioned gaze brought her mind back to the present while she put on a smile and nodded at him, following him.
After they had eaten Legolas led the way outside, his brisk steps taking him to where his daughter was buried. Nienna's steps faltered the closer they go and she had started shaking; Legolas looked at her once more with concern. "Are you sure you are alright, meleth?" Nienna nodded and while she started forward, her eyes sought out the clearing in between the tree where the first princess of Mirkwood was buried.
Legolas walked after her, his footsteps failing once again as it had done so many nights before. Something made his move slower and he did not know what it was, but he had expected that Nienna needed his support not that it would be so hard for himself.
Nienna had reached the small grave settled underneath the giant and ancient oak tree. She knelt, reached over to take some of the moss that had settled on it, away. She smiled gently yet her eyes remained sorrowful, while she softly said. "If I could give you a blessing in Elvish, Moriethel, to help you come back to us, I would do so, but I do not know if I can do that. The Valar have been angered enough by me, I have done enough things I am not proud off, but I could never be more proud of you when I saw you. I love you more then anything and many a time I thought I could not continue and I wanted to die… this is hard, but it needs to be said as much as I love you, you are my first daughter, it is time to move on with our lives, you will always be in my heart, Moriethel but I cannot stay here, I cannot linger in the dark, I have others to think of. I will always remember you, my sweetheart, may you hear this wherever you reside." She stood up and looked back to where Legolas still stood but the elf did not see her, his eyes were unfocussed and something was in his eyes, something was holding him back.
Legolas stood there, thinking of nothing more then his daughter like he had come to do, but it was not the happy memories that he had wanted to see, these were dark memories, much like the night she had died. He felt something rise within his very soul and a strangled cry tore from his lips, with that something snapped within him and he swayed under the weight of his emotions before he sank to his knees, his fist pressed against his eyes when the tears started to fall and he broke down.
Nienna rushed to him when she saw that her husband had collapsed to his knees. She tore his hands away from his face, telling him to face her instead, his eyes were wide and unseeing, tears pooling from them and his grief coming from the very depth of his soul. Nienna felt her own soul weep at his sorrow, sorrow she had creating as well and rocked his like a child, allowing him to support on her.
She prayed nobody would see them thus, the people of Eryn Lasgalen did not need to know the manner of the return of the prince and princess and least of all see them like this. "Mela, why do you care so much for others and not for yourself? You feel as well, you are not made of stone, Legolas, surely you are not, I have seen so." Her voice was calm and gentle but his sobs did not lessen and Nienna allowed him to feel it.
When I find myself in time of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom,
Let it be
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be
Let it be, let it be,
Let it be, let it be
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be
And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be
And when the bight is cloudy
There is still a light that shines on me
Shine until tomorrow
Let it be
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be
There will be an answer
Let it be
Where the words came from Nienna did not know, but she had never heard her voice so pure and the words so inspiring, she felt the elf in her arms, wrap his own arms around her and hold her tight, taking deep breaths to calm himself. "Amin mela lle, Nienna, Amin Mela lle, Moriethel. Amin fainu nessa sii. (I love you, Nienna, I love you, Moriethel, and I release you now.) He murmured softly, looking at his daughter's grave and seeing her soul, that had haunted him since she had died, smile at him before she disappeared.
He pushed back to see Nienna's concerned gaze look back at his and he attempted a half smile, which she returned. "It is alright now. I shall be fine, as we shall." Nienna smiled once again at his words before she rubbed her eyes again. "Nienna, what is wrong?" Legolas's gaze was concerned and that was the last thing Nienna saw before with a slightly panicking voice, she said. "Legolas, I cannot see!"
Oh a cliffy, I am being mean. Let me know what you want to see. And review of course.