I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. My last week or so has been rough. With midterms and my little sister, it hasn't been good. She's become depressed lately and has been contemplating suicide, because of my parents. She thinks they don't care about her when they do. It's been tough and I'm constantly fearing that she will kill herself or something. Writing stories helps her escape so I let her help me write this. The day after tomorrow is the last chapter and I'm gonna let her write it. Sorry, here's the chapter. (I hope she'll be okay soon. But most of the time it's just random spurts of depression)

Chapter 24: Birth

I smiled as I watched Legolas and Arwen stand before Gandalf, saying their vows. They finally kissed and I squealed and hugged Aragorn tightly, minding my baby bump. It had been almost 4 months since since the wedding.

He smiled brightly and kissed me on my forehead before walking over to the now married couple. He cleared his throat awkwardly, realizing they hadn't broken their kiss. The both broke away, blushing as Gimli chortled. Legolas and I glared at the Dwarf then snickered at each other.

They left to explore Arda with Gimli later that day. They were gone for months but Arwen promised to come back before it was time for the babies to come. I placed my hand on my stomach with a smile, remembering the day I told Aragorn about them. It was a disaster but it ended alright.

'I brought Aragorn to the garden where he had proposed to me and sat him on the seat, sitting beside him and shifting nervously. I was worried about how he would react. We hadn't talked about having children before.

He looked at me curiously before finally blurting out, "Is there something wrong, my love?" I looked up at him, biting my lip with furrowed brows and thought about what I should say for a moment. "Not for me, Estel. I hope you take the news as happily as I did though," I answered softly. He looked confused when I took his hand and put it on my stomach.

"You're with child," he said shocked, realization dawning on him. He was frozen in his seat and I watched him sadly, not expecting this. I sniffled a bit before jumping off the bench and sprinting to Arwen's room, hoping she would be there to comfort me.

I threw myself into her arms as soon as she opened the door, crying into her shoulder as she pulled me inside the room, asking what was wrong. "He doesn't want children!" I sobbed loudly as she sat me on the bed and tried to calm me down.

"Did he tell you this?" She asked sternly. "No, he didn't say anything at all!" I cried rubbing my eyes furiously. "Then how do you know he doesn't want them?" She inquired. I looked up at her confused and she smiled a little. "He was in shock, Aranel. He probably wasn't expecting you to say that," she said with a laugh. I laughed a little too and hugged her tightly, whispering my thanks before going to find my husband.

It turned out that he was looking for me when I had ran off but instead ran into my brother who talked with him about it. Aragorn was actually ecstatic and couldn't wait to have children. The castle was extremely excited over the announcement of the children to come. It was wonderful.'

Time passed quickly for the inhabitants of the castle and Gondor. Nine months were almost up and Arwen and Legolas had returned. Gimli couldn't come back yet but he would soon. It was almost May and the due date was growing nearer. I felt like a fat cow and hardly ever wanted to do anything.

One day, Legolas and Arwen wanted a day out so they dragged my outside of the castle to get a breath of fresh air. I didn't know that breath could change everything though.

~3rd P.O.V Aragorn~

Aragorn was in a panic. Aranel had been rushed into the castle hours ago, and no one would tell him why, though he could certainly guess.

About ten minutes after Aranel had been hauled inside by her worried brother and her step-sister, Galadriel had taken one look at Aranel's soaked white dress and knew what was happening.

The baby was coming.

The young woman was then taken to the House of Healing, where midwifes waited with arms full of pillows, blankets, towels, pitchers of hot and cold water, and empty basins. Aragorn was in a meeting at the time so Galadriel immediately sent out someone to fetch him.

To his frustration, Aragorn wasn't allowed inside the birthing rooms to see his wife. Arwen was in there with Galadriel, he knew, because she was Aranel's friend and family as well as women and could offer help. He, however, along with Legolas, Celeborn, and Elrond (who had both decided to stay a little longer in Gondor), were told to wait outside.

Pacing back and forth, Aragorn felt the hours pass and his stomach tighten as he waited, silently praying that Aranel would be okay. 'If anything happens to her, it wouldn't be worth being king anymore without her at my side,' he thought while staring at the closed doors. Aranel was his whole world, and if something happened to her…

A tap on his shoulder made Aragorn pause mid-step. Galadriel smiled brightly and nodded her head in the direction that Aranel's room was in.

Faster than anyone could blink, Aragorn rushed through the doors and began looking for his wife. A healer took pity on him and pointed down the hallway, where Arwen was just emerging, a bright smile on her lips. Catching up to her, she looked at him and jerked her head towards the room.

"Quietly, Estel," she whispered.

He eagerly nodded and walked almost silently inside. There lay Aranel, sweaty and obviously exhausted, but smiling. In her arms was a bundle wrapped in an off-white blanket of the softest fabric, and the bundle was moving. A tiny hand lifted upwards, reaching for something that wasn't there, and then dropped down. Edging closer, Aragorn pressed his lips to his wife's, then peeked over at the small bundle.

Another midwife was holding another bundle as well. The woman carefully handed it to his wife, smiling and positioning it where it was easy enough for Aranel to hold both of them.

"Are you well?" He asked, turning back to Aranel.

She nodded. "Exhausted, but yes, I am well." She raised the bundle in her arms up to him. "Come and meet your daughters, King Elessar."

He took one of the swaddled bundles carefully, forcing himself to look confident despite his misgivings. He was trained to wield sword and bow, not a tiny infant, and his new twin daughters were barely the length of his forearm. There was a soft covering of blond, downy hair on her head and a delicate curve to her ear. She moved a hand and yawned, opening deep, velvety eyes for only a brief moment before shutting them again with a sigh. Aragorn was mesmerized.

"Her name is Estelwen." (Hope.) Aranel told him with a smile as he looked up at her shocked. She named their child after him. She took Estelwen back and gave him their other child.

"She is the oldest of the two. I decided to let you name her, if you'd like."

He looked down at the small brown-haired baby and smiled when her pudgy fingers grabbed his hair.

"Eleniel." (Star.) He suggested and Aranel smiled wider.

"It sounds perfect."

Eleniel sighed and snuggled closer to her new father, falling asleep in his arms.

A/N: Yep, tomorrow or the day after is the last chapter. I won't be able to read it before my sister posts it so hopefully it won't be too morbid. More than likely she will put an ending song on it like she did for her own. She's been writing (straight) Adam Lambert stories lately, which is kinda weird but whatever makes her happy.

I'm really worried about her though. I found a poem that she wrote on my computer and I guess she forgot to delete it. It was really sad. Please read this and give me advice on what I should do. She only had random bursts of suicidal thoughts/depression and I never know when the next one's gonna hit. Thankfully she hasn't started self-harm. Anyway here it is:

'I fake a smile everyday

For wounds that just won't go away

I hate this life, I wish to die

What else is there, but suicide?

Beat me down with words

And throw me away

Forgive and forget, they always say

The world is so cruel

So I dry my eyes

And live my little, broken life'

...Thanks and please review, bye...