Hi, guys! Sorry I didn't update for a long time but I was watching 7 seasons of "Doctor Who" Today is big day! Today I want to representfor you my new original character. This is actually Tauriel's and Legolas's beautiful daughter - Calathiel (Kahl-ah-thee-ell) which means "Light". Maybe the name is not very pretty but the main thing is its meaning.

She is very charming.

Fluff sometimes. And I should add that Aragorn was at the age of 210 when he died. So after a little online research I found out that it's been 123 years that Legolas was away (according to the version when he was in Minas-Thirith).

CHAPTER 5. The light

We can never go home

We no longer have one

I'll help you carry the load

I'll carry you in my arms

The kiss of the snow

The crashing moon above us

Our blood is cold

And we're alone

But I'm alone with you

Help me to carry the fire

We will keep it alight together

Help me to carry the fire

It will light our way forever

If I say shut your eyes

If I say look away

Bury your face in my shoulder

Think of a birthday

The things you put in your head

They will stay here forever

Our blood is cold

And we're alone, love

But I'm alone with you

Tauriel was sitting in an armchair and watching her daughter was combing her hair in front of a big mirror as usual before going to sleep. "Oh, God, she is so grown up…" she thought. Calathiel was almost thirty now. She was so beautiful, so shining. The beam of light. Her girl was the only thing Tauriel was living for. She was happy she had her. She was happy with her life here in Valinor. Either happy or miserable. There were only two of them instead of tree. She met so many lovely people here but not even all of them could ever replace the one you love.

Tauriel could only wish Legolas were here. She wished that not only her hand but also his was put on her stomach and felt a slight movement under the palm when she was pregnant. She wished to clench his soft hand but not the dead wood of bed when she was delivering. Even if she had hurt him, he wouldn't tell. She wished him to pick the little Calathiel up and carry her in his arms. She wished him to be here and see that she was wearing dresses every day, just like he always wanted. Here was no need to dress up like she used to in Mirkwood. However, after some time Tauriel could not only get used but even like to wear dresses.

When lord Elrond arrived in Valinor, he said that Legolas was alive, about his decision to stay in Middle-Earth for a while. Tauriel could understand why he did so. She knew Legolas would always do the right thing. And now she regretted he didn't know about their child. Maybe if he did he would come back sooner. But what done is done and she could only wait.

Elrond understood her - his daughter stayed in there, too. Nevertheless, Tauriel knew that Arwen will never leave her home. It was very sad but made her feel better because Legolas will come back. Tauriel was an often guest at Elrond's home. She knew she could always get an advice there.

Meanwhile Calathiel saw Tauriel's reflection in the mirror – looking ahead with unseeing eyes, recollecting. She did it every time she was sad which means often.

Her mother was an amazing woman. Calathiel have never met anyone who would born a child away from home, without husband by her side, she knew she might not see him again. However, even the strongest of us can be broken. Tauriel missed him, her father. She was suffering every day pretending to be happy.

Calathiel looked at her mother again and frowned. They were so much alike. They didn't even look related. She didn't have neither auburn hair nor green eyes. She was wandering how Legolas looks like.

"Tell me about him", she looked behind at Tauriel, "my father."

"What do you want me to tell?"

"Oh, I don't know. What is he like?"

Tauriel came to her and embraced softly. She smiled. "He is very brave. Very handsome. The best of all Mircwoods' archers."

"Wait. You had told me before that you are the best, hadn't you?"

"You forget what I have just told. Of course, I am better. I remember we used to compete almost every day. You know… we have been just friends for a very long time."

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I am going to write one more fanfic. This time it's going to be about Lindir and one of the eleths of Rivendell. Already have a draft!