Sorry if it seems a bit short. Had a long day, but please still Read and Review.
Three months later, Dawn found herself outside in the garden, trying to keep down her breakfast. She knew what was wrong. She had known it would happen since the moment he kissed her after he had woken up. Neither of them had spoken since then, going as far as sleeping in different bed rooms. Not that anyone could blame them, but Dawn kept blaming herself. If only she had been stronger and pushed him off, or at least spoken to him afterwards. If that had happened, maybe she wouldn't have gotten up and ran to the nearest tree before throwing up.
Thranduil watched her from the balcony of his bedroom. He was not that much of a fool. He knew the same thing she did, but would wait until she was ready to tell him. He thought it was so odd how a mortal would try and hide something from such a wise elf like himself. Only he could hide such things, like what he was hiding now. Something had changed. While he slept, he was terrified that he would die. He worried about what would happen to his sons and daughter. Who wouldn't? But that changed the moment she first touched his arm. He sensed her presence, and continued to do so the every morning and every evening. He wasn't sure why she took care of him. Maybe it was to protect herself. Who knows. The only thing that mattered was that she was there.
He spent the entire day in his room, resting and regaining his full strength. That evening, while he got ready for bed, someone knocked on the door. He opened it and saw Dawn standing there, looking very tired and very sick. He said nothing. He picked her up and carried her to bed before tucking her in and laid next to her to keep her warm.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"I am your husband. It is my job to protect you and keep you well for the sake of our children." He was lying and he knew it. He just didn't know what the truth was.
"Please spare me." He looked down at her and glared before she turned over and moved away from him.
"Why do hate me so?"
"I do not."
"You do hate me! Why? Because I am not mortal! Because this is not the life you wanted!"
"Stop yelling."
"You hate so much you would not even tell me you were with child!" Her crying calmed him. He did not mean to make her cry, but also knew his words could no longer give her comfort. He simply laid there until he fell asleep.
The next day, Thranduil, Legolas, and Idril left for Rivendell. It was for nothing that important, but Thranduil wanted to go just to get away from Dawn. After the night before, when she moved away from him, he couldn't help but feel unwanted in his own home. Legolas and Idril just wanted the chance to travel with their father, something they hadn't done since they were elflings. For six months they were gone, hardly having the time to write to their family back home. They should have made time.
The day they returned they heard it, the screams echoing off the walls and out beyond the trees. Thranduil was furious that Dawn had not had the sense to write and tell him she was due soon. He jumped off his horse and all but ran to their bedroom. Inside, Dawn was clutching at pillows and drowning herself with tears. He ran over and sat next to her before holding her hand.
"You can do this," he encouraged. She glared at him before screaming and gave a small push. He could tell by the faces of the healers that she was not doing well. "Dawn, on this day, April 4th, you will deliver our child. On this day, you will be happy again. On this day you will find your strength. Now compose yourself and bring our elfling into the word." That was all she needed. Within the next hour, their daughter came into the world. At that moment, Dawn could no longer hate Thranduil. At that moment, he could no longer keep a smile off his face. At that moment, when his eyes fell upon the violets in the window, he knew what he would call her. Her name was Violet, and like her brother, she too looked just like her mother: beautiful and free.