Ada,

Tauriel woke up around midnight, panting. "Lindir…" She gasped, her face surprised. I smiled at her, rubbing her stomach. "Yes…" she said, and I smiled, pulling the sheets off my legs. I tugged a coat on, and nearly ran out the door. I went straight to Elrond's room, and he opened the door before I could even knock. "Ah, Lindir. Your child?" I nodded my head and turned away. Elrond followed me, and I walked back to where Tauriel was.

I opened the door, and I could tell she was in pain. She forced a smile, and I walked over to her side, kissing her forehead. "Lindir, no. Keep Legolas company; I do not want you to see me in pain." She said, and she gasped once. I smiled half-heartedly at her. I told her that I understood, and I went to find Legolas's room.

When I knocked on his door, I heard a dignified thump, and a few moments later, he opened the door. "Lindir, I was sleeping!" He teased, and I laughed. "Ion-nin, I am to keep you company for a while." Legolas raised his eyebrows, smiling. I could tell he understood, so he quickly told me to stay there and shut the door. I could hear him cleaning quickly, and in a minute, he opened the door for me. "Mae govannen! Come in!" He said, acting as if I had just knocked on his door.

As the hours passed, we spoke. When he asked why Tauriel and I sparred every day, I told him it was all in good fun and that no matter how much I protested she would always whip out her daggers. He smirked at that, twirling them down from his back.

I rolled my eyes and pulled my dagger out, laughing as he stepped forward. Spinning on his heel, he drove his daggers at my throat. I sidestepped easily, stabbing the air next to his leg. He gasped, feigning to fall over, falling to the floor. I snorted. "Why are you dying from a single leg wound?" I asked him. He jumped back on his feet. "I am not dead yet!" He pronounced, and advanced on me.

He whipped one dagger at me, the other following soon after. He struck me in the space between my arm and my heart, and I fell over on to the bed, almost "dead". As he bent over me, I stabbed him in the same space that he stabbed me in, and he fell over, daggers wounding the delicate bedding. "Legolas! That is Elrond's finest!" I exclaimed, and then sighed as he dragged the blades through the rest of the bedding, smirking while tearing it to shreds.

It was then that I heard a knock on the door. I picked myself up off of the bed, ignoring the tattered strips of fabric. I ran over to the door, flinging it open. "My lord, Tauriel requests your presence." The messenger said, and then walked away. I took Legolas's arm quickly and walked quickly through the hallways. "Your mind never left her, did it?" He asked, tunic fluttering as he ran. I shook my head quickly.

When we arrived, I flung open the door, and there was my Love, propped up on pillows drenched with sweat. I walked slowly towards her, smiling at the little bundle she held in her arms. She gestured towards me, and whispered in my ear.

"She does not have to be named Gilwen, you know."

I smiled and told her we could name her later.

It does not matter how quickly we name her, as long as we never have to say farewell.

Boe I'waen,

Lindir