Fanfiction | Little flower of mine

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Rumbling. Noises out of Doriath's many corners. The kingdom was excited and slightly nervous. There were news, big news. Everyone who inhabited Arda knew about these news.

Though they were the best news that ever happened, not only for Elwë and Melian, but for everyone on Arda.

Melian, my beautiful wife, was pregnant. The kingdom has been incredibly excited for their Queen to give birth to a child and I rushed through the halls, making sure everything was perfectly organized. "Hír nin!" a guard stopped me. A bit too harsh I asked him about his matter, though he only answered that I shall take things slow and not over-excite myself. I nodded, he was right. I have been extremely hastily all day long.

"Milord, Melian asks for you. It is about time." one of the chambermaids escorted me to the chamber where my beautiful Melian was lying on her bed. Obviously exhausted, but happy through and through. "Elwë" she whispered and took my hand as I sat down on a stool next to her. "How are you?" "Very fine...and our little elfling as well. I can feel it." A smile of pure joy filled my face. I was about to become a father.

Suddenly her expressions turned from happy to very exhausted. Melian squeezed my hand and took very slow breaths. "It...it's time..." she whispered and held her belly in pain. I gave her one last, long kiss on her forehead and headed out of the room. The Maids said it was better if I waited outside.

The time felt like an eternity. While walking in circles in front of the door I could hear her screams. I felt horrible as I wanted to comfort her. Wanted to hold her. Wanted to tell her everything was going to be fine. And then, if someone just pressed a button, it was silent. But not an uncomfortable, scary silence, but a very warm and welcome one. I rushed to the door, and as if they knew I was about to open it, one of Melians Maids let me in before I even touched the handle.

"Look..." Melian whispered as she carefully held our baby in her arms. "...may I?" I looked at the healers "Of course, milord." Quietly, and I have never been more quiet, I stepped towards the bed and carefully placed a hand on the little girl's head. I kissed her forehead and, out of nowhere, said her name.

"I love you the most, dear Luthien, little flower of mine."

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#pallando

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