A Half Elf's Love

The Palantír's Grip

Eventually we had a meeting. It was terrifying, as we had to discuss Frodo. I wanted to help, but I had nothing. We stood in the now empty throne room, Denethor having hurled himself off Minas Tirith in a flaming ball of fire. Fitting end, but still, Gondor currently had no leader, as Faramir was incapacitated. Théoden was also dead. When I had learned of the news I gave Éomer a massive hug. I could see tears in his eyes for both his uncle and his sister. I remained silent during the meeting, holding Elladan's hand tightly. Gandalf spoke quietly, his mind clearly whirring.

"Frodo has passed beyond my sight. The darkness is deepening." My brother spoke softly, his jaw clenched.

"If Sauron had the Ring we would know it." Gandalf continued to speak, acknowledging my brother.

"It's only a matter of time. He has suffered a defeat, yes, but behind the walls of Mordor our enemy is regrouping." I spoke up, an idea popping into my head.

"Gandalf, what if I used the Palantír?" Everyone stared at me. I felt a little stupid. "It's just, no one has used it who can see things in the future or the past. It may do something, using a seeing stone against itself." Gandalf actually seemed to be considering it.

"You do have a point Delia. Let's try your idea, here and now." With shaking breaths, I let go of my husband's hand and walked to the Palantír. With shaking hands I gripped it.

(Elladan POV)

I watched closely as my wife held the Palantír. Her hands were shaking. I wanted to hold her, but I could accidentally interfere with the process. Delia's breaths became gasps. Her body trembled and she dropped to the ground, tears pouring from her eyes. I tried to rush forward, but something was holding all of us back. I watched as my wife seized on the floor, screaming and crying, the Palantír glowing brightly. I screamed for her, trying to reach my sunshine. The Palantír slipped from her grasp. The force that was restraining us broke and I toppled forward, holding Delia as she continued to seize. Her eyes shifted between this realm and the next. She kept seizing. Aragorn collapsed beside me, taking her in his arms.

"Delia! Delia please! Delia!" He sounded so broken. Delia finally stopped seizing, but remained unconscious in her brother's arms. Aragorn held her to his chest, and Gandalf placed the Palantír back on the pedestal, covering it with the cloth. I took Delia, and everyone continued on with the meeting. Holding her tightly, I waited for her to wake. She looked so damaged. So incredibly small. I gently rubbed her shoulder and kissed her head, waiting. An hour passed and Aragorn came in, staring from the doorway. We began talking trying to pass the time.

"She told me about Háleth. He seems like a sweet child. What do you think of your nephew?" Aragorn chuckled, sitting beside me.

"Háleth is a sweet boy. He has dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. His birthday is coming soon. He'll be thirteen on June seventh. Delia is hoping to give him a spectacular birthday." I chuckled, brushing my sunshine's hair back.

"How did she meet Háleth?" Aragorn stared at his sister, speaking softly.

"I met him first. He was a scared boy before the battle of Helm's Deep. He had to fight just a few days after his father died. I tried to give him hope. Delia found him in battle and grew attached, protecting him. They saved Haldir, and she comforted him when he took shelter in the fortress. He has no family left, and he asked her to adopt him. Did she tell you what she likes to call him?" I shook my head.

"Knowing Delia it's something silly." Aragorn chuckled, shaking his head.

"Hadorion. Warrior son. I think he likes it." Delia shifted in my arms a little. I gazed at her, seeing if she would wake. Her eyes slowly opened, revealing the blue eyes I adored. Aragorn stood, and I helped him hug his sister. She whispered something in his ear before letting go. She smiled at him, and Aragorn smiled back, kissing her forehead. Aragorn left, and Delia looked up at me, kissing my jaw. I shivered a little at the sensation, but quickly pulled myself together and laid Delia on the bed.

"What happened my love? What did you see?" Delia kissed my jaw again, trying to get off the topic. "Please my love, stay focused." Delia rolled her eyes and gazed up at me, tears welling.

"I saw my life. My whole life, and then I saw someone else's. I think Sauron's. It hurt so much, seeing both, and then I saw the possibility of failure. Of us losing this war." She didn't continued. I didn't need her to. I let her kiss my jaw, seeing that it calmed her a little. Laying down beside her, Delia continued to kiss my jaw, my neck, and my lips. She pulled off my shirt, and I watched in a calm quiet as she traced the scars on my body. I fell asleep to her cold fingers running softly along my chest and arms.