Here is another chapter, written during my Colonial History class. Do you know how hard it is to write a birthing scene while learning about the three settlements that joined to become one Connecticut settlement? EXTREMELY HARD!

Anyways, I had heard some things about what happens during and after Elvish pregnancies so I researched it just to be sure. Elvish pregnancies last a year and after having a child, couples aren't as sexually active. Don't worry though, the sex isn't gone! Not in my fanfic! Also, remember that anything written in BOLD is being said in Elvish.

Enjoy and review! And I would like to thank Loki'sdreamer for writing a review each time I post a chapter. It seriously makes me happy :D

~:Elven Kat:~

The babe came one rainy night. Rìan woke as a pain shot through her abdomen. Thinking nothing of it, she tried to fall back to sleep, throwing her arm over Legolas as he slumbered next to her. Then came another sharp pain. Gasping, she sat up, clutching her belly. Woken up by her sudden movements, Legolas peered at her through the darkness.

"Are you alright?" he asked her.

"The child. He's coming," she managed to say between gasps.

Legolas sprung into action, leaping off the bed and out the door. Rìan moaned as more pain caused her to double over.

"My lords, you must stay here!" she heard Braedia say outside the door.

Her handmaiden entered, followed by Arwen. The two females busied themselves, Arwen speaking Elvish words to calm Rìan and Braedia fetching a bucket of water and rags.

"Legolas?" Rìan asked weakly.

"He is waiting outside with Aragorn," Arwen's soothing voice said.

Another pain shot through Rìan. She was pale and her eyes were frightened. Arwen held her hand tightly.

"I never thought I would be tended to by the Queen herself," Rìan jested, in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"You are a part of my family," Arwen said, smiling down at the elleth.

As the night wore on, Rìan kept her eyes closed, listening to the rain pattering on the roof, as pain wracked her body. Suddenly, her breaths came shortly and quickly, her chest heaving.

"He's coming!" she cried.

Braedia propped Rìan's legs up.

"You have to push, my lady," she said.

With Arwen's encouragement, Rìan closed her eyes and pushed with all her might. She pushed and pushed, feeling as though nothing was happening.

"...Arwen...Braedia...I...I...cannot..." Rìan gasped, tears rolling from her eyes.

"Just a couple more pushes, my lady. I can see his head," Braedia told her.

Rìan squeezed her eyes shut and pushed again. Finally, the child slipped out of her and into the waiting arms of Braedia. She swaddled the babe in cloth, cleaning him and giving him warmth. He coughed, a small wheeze, as Braedia handed him to his exhausted mother. Rìan accepted the bundle, looking down upon a small face with big, blue eyes and soft, blond hair which barely covered his pointy ears.

"Nyvyan," Rìan whispered, stroking his cheek with a slender finger.

The baby squealed with delight and wrapped his entire hand around Rìan's finger. Legolas burst in, followed by Aragorn. The Elf Prince took in the sight of his new family happily. Arwen, wrapping her arm around her own husband, smiled at him.

"He is beautiful," she said.

Rìan offered their son to Legolas, who took the babe into his arms.

"I have rarely seen him this happy," Aragorn mumbled to Arwen.

The King and Queen bade the new family goodnight and left. Braedia made sure Rìan was comfortable before taking her own leave.

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Rìan sat in the setting sun, lettting the rays wash over her. Nyvyan was crawling over Arwen, who was with child herself. The two elleths and the Elfling looked peaceful as the sun's light became dimmer. It had been two months since the birth of Nyvyan and already, he seemed to grow bigger and wiser. Legolas came to them, taking Nyvyan from Arwen and hoisting him high above his head. Nyvyan giggled, his blue eyes sparkling as he looked down at his father. Rìan stood, smiling at their antics. She had lost the baby weight and was back to her former, slim self. Arwen left them with her handmaiden to prepare for the feast that was to be held that night. The King and Queen had announced that they were expecting and a feast was planned to congratulate them.

"Our son is beautiful," Legolas said as he held Nyvyan close to him.

The little one grasped his father's pleated hair and tugged. Legolas winced slightly.

"And mischievous like his Ada," Rìan finished for him, taking Nyvyan and kissing her son on his forehead.

Legolas chuckled. Placing Nyvyan on her hip, Rìan walked hand-in-hand with Legolas, heading to their chambers. Braedia awaited them.

"I have drawn a bath," the handmaiden told them, bowing her head.

"Thank you, my dear Braedia," Rìan said, handing Nyvyan to her.

In the year that had passed since the destruction of the Ring, Braedia had most definitely grown, not only wiser and stronger but also beautiful. She and Guddry were betrothed and planned to be wedded soon. Legolas had been extremely wary of Guddry when they first met but now, they joined Aragorn to practice together with their weapons almost every day and were becoming quite close.

"There is something I must tell you," Legolas said as they slipped into the hot water.

"What is it?" Rìan asked.

"My father. He wishes to meet you and Nyvyan. He has asked that we travel to Lorien and meet with him there," Legolas explained.

"Why Lorien?" she asked.

"Because that is your home, my love. And he knows there is a child. Mirkwood is too far for us to travel with one as young as Nyvyan. There are bands of Orcs and Uruk-Hai that still terrorize travelers."

"And when do we leave?"

"Two days."

Two days. In two days, they would leave Minas Tirith and Rìan would finally go home. She missed her home dearly. Legolas pulled her close as she lay in between his legs. He kissed the top of her head, wet hair tickling his nose. The scent of strawberries floated around him, the scent of his beloved.

~:✿:~

The feast was held outside under a clear sky. The moon was full and the stars were bright. Braedia had stayed with Nyvyan. She had been working hard and at her request, Rìan had allowed her to stay with Nyvyan. She insisted that Braedia sit by the fire and read a book as Nyvyan slept. A small band of musicians played merrily as people danced. There was laughter and good food. Rìan and Legolas sat at the royal table, joined by Eowyn and Faramir. The two had wedded a short time ago and were inseparable. Eomer had gone back to Edoras, taking over Theoden's place as King of Rohan. Theoden had passed during the battle of the Pelennor Fields at the hands of the Witch King. Gimli had also departed, going back to his people in the Lonely Mountain. Rìan missed the Dwarf terribly.

"We shall see each other soon lass," Gimli had said to her on the day he left, wiping a tear from his eye.

Rìan and Eowyn chatted, catching up with each other. Eowyn had gone with Faramir to see how Osgiliath was faring. They had only just returned today after being there for almost three months. Faramir interrupted their conversation, asking Eowyn to dance. As the two left, Rìan turned to her own husband.

"I shall be back. I am going to check on Nyvyan," she told him.

"Melamin, Braedia is with him," Legolas said.

"I will only be a little while."

Legolas could not help but smile. Rìan was very protective of their son. The elleth excused herself and made her way to their chambers. But she never made it. With the sounds of the laughter and music still in her ears, Rìan failed to hear the sounds of heavy footsteps behind her. She was only aware of being followed when an object hit her, knocking her into unconsciousness.

~:✿:~

Rìan's eyelids fluttered open and her eyes adjusted quickly to the semi-darkness. She was strung up, her hands bound by a rope tied to the ceiling. Her first thought was Caruryn.

Had this all been a dream? she thought to herself. Did Legolas and Nyvyan not exist?Am I still in Mordor?

Tilting her head down, she could see she still wore the gown Braedia had picked for the feast. It was dirty and slightly ripped. Looking around, she noticed she was in a room that lacked windows. Only a small candle burned by a door, giving off little light. Her surroundings were that of a cellar. She struggled a bit, trying to see if there was any slack in the rope. There was none and her rough bonds chafed her wrists. She hung her head in defeat, not bothering to lift it when the door swung open, smacking against the stone wall. There were footsteps that definitely belonged to a man. And then someone spoke.

"Lady Rìan. What a pleasure."

Rìan's blood seemed to freeze. She knew that voice. Every man knew that voice.

Giwen.

Just a quick note...

I have another story in the works. Right now it's a Legolas/OC but I'm not sure if I want to add another person into the mix. Thoughts?