Your the youngest daughter of Lord Elrond, who is invited to the feast of Starlight as a sign of goodwill with your family by Thranduil.
You are around 2000 years old when you are invited to this feast (It was around 120 years after the first war o...
You wake up the next morning, Thranduil had his arms wrapped around you, your head was underneath his chin, you could feel his heartbeat. Thranduil stirs and you pull gently away from him. You sit on the side of the bed and feel his arms wrap around you, you giggle as he pulled back under the covers.
He gently placed a kiss on your lips, 'you are so beautiful' Thranduil mummerd. He starts kissing your neck, You giggle at his touch, stroking his hair.
You soon found out you where pregnant, Thranduil did not know but as you had stopped drinking alcahol he stared to question why. You thought it was time to tell him.
You where in a meeting with him (as Queen of the woodland realm you had meetings), but soon it finished and you asked Thranduil to stay.
'I have something to tell you, my love' you say, fiddling with your wedding ring in anxiousness.
Thranduil sat and put his legs on the desk, rasing his eyebrows.
'I-I think I'm pregnant' you say smiling.
Thranduil stood, his face had changed to pure delight as he pulled you into his arms. 'how long have you known?' he asks, letting you go.
'Just acople of days' you mumer kissing him on the cheek.
He took your hands in his and put his forhead on yours. 'This is wonderful darling' he mummerd 'We should have a celebration' he grinned which was unlike him.
There was great celebration in the elvish houses both in the wood elves and in rivindell, soon you and thranduil where preparing a room, clothes and books for the new elf.
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You felt a contraction. It was late at night and you clenched your teeth in pain, Thranduil who was sleeping heard your moaning and got up.
'What is wrong?' he asked, worry etched across his face.
'I-I think the baby is coming' you moan.
Thranduil goes white and quickly goes out of the room. Soon the doctor and midwives come in while Thranduil stayed outside, pacing the hallway.
Soon it was all over, the pain had subsided and you held the little elf in your arms. Thranduil Stroud in, his still still face white, 'He's beautiful Thranduil' you mummerd.
'you may go' he told the midwives and doctors. They bowed their head and left the room.
The little baby smiled sweetly up at his father as he took it in his arms. Thranduil nodded and kissed your head gently.
'Legolas, he will be called legolas' you say.
Thranduil nods and hands the little legolas back to you. You smile down at it as it holds onto your finger. Soon he falls asleep.
