Ada,
The first thing in the morning, I summoned Cevenor to the room. When he arrived, I gave him a letter, thanked him, and walked away. It was startling to look at him.
He looked like a common Sylvan elf, blonde hair falling around his shoulders, dressed in greens and browns. But his eyes were different.
His Emerald eyes sparkled as if they were Stars, the bright color abnormal but not outstanding. They were filled with kindness and respect, and I felt as if I had seen them before.
Of course I had. They were Tauriel's eyes.
I walked over to the bed, looking at my beloved carefully. "Cevenor… Do you know him?" She sat up, startled. "No, I do not. Why?" "He has the same eyes as you do." She smiled. "He most likely does. He was there when my parents fell."
I stared at her. I knew that elves' eyes shone brighter every time they saved another elf, but I did not understand how Cevenor and Tauriel's eyes could shine so bright.
"He was the elf that saved your life, the elf that brought you to the healing tents!" She smiled sadly. "Yes. He is a healer, a warrior, and messenger." I could tell that she wanted to change the subject, so I stood up and walked to my desk. "Would you like to see the message I gave him?" I asked, and she nodded. I shuffled through papers, and I picked the copy of the message up. I walked back over to her, sitting by her side.
I read:
~King Thranduil,
I bring news of great joy to your ears. Tauriel, the former Captain of the Guard of the Woodland realm, and I are to have a daughter. We have picked a name for her already, and I was wondering of you would like to visit when she is born.
Your son has been joking about loving Gilwen, and I would like you to know that he is only joking, and has no intention of being bonded to her or loving her.
I send you Starlight,
Lindir of Imladris~
Tauriel laughed, her voice echoing through the room. "It is too formal!" She said, and laughed some more. I laughed along with her, realizing how silly I was.
She lay back on the bed, pulling herself up to the pillow. She just sat there for a moment, and then she gasped and her hands flew to her stomach. "Lindir!" She exclaimed. "Gilwen is kicking!" I put my hands on her stomach, where she guided them, and I smiled. "She will be a warrior!" I said. She laughed.
Boe I'waen,
Lindir