When The Trees Sang: Part XVII
by Nicole
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Garania walked up the steps to the palace, slowly, trying to keep
her balance. For the past few weeks, she had felt this way, unable
to walk even the shortest distance without being forced to stop and
rest for a moment. When she found that she could go no further
without collapsing, she grasped the stone railing, and brought
herself gently down onto the nearest step. It was beginning to worry
her, this ill feeling she had been experiencing, and she wondered if
there might not be something seriously wrong that was bringing it
on. She knew well that Elves did not succumb to sickness or the
likes, so she was sure that it was not anything like this. However,
her suspicions were running wild, and she decided to call on her
grandmother for answers. When she had regained enough strength to
pull herself from the stairs, she got up and made her way slowly up
to her room. She walked inside and closed the door, smelling the
sweet air from the outside. She walked over to the railing and
closed her eyes, trying to make her thoughts heard to Galadriel.
"Grandmother....hear me....please...."
Her answer came to her in a soft voice echoing in her mind.
"My darling....what troubles you?"
She closed her eyes even tighter and let her thoughts run free.
"For weeks now, I have been feeling ill....is there something
wrong....what is the matter with me?"
Galadriel spoke only one single sentence.
"The curse has been lifted...."
And then the voice disappeared, leaving Garania shocked, and
confused.
It took her only a few minutes to understand what she had spoken to
her, but when the realization finally hit her, she sprinted to the
door, running as fast as she could to Legolas' study.
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Legolas sat alone at his desk, reading over some papers that had
been delivered to him by his advisors. Suddenly, the door flew open,
and Garania entered, her eyes wild. She was followed closely by two
advisors. The first one spoke.
"Your highness, I apologize.... she ran in, I could not stop her. I
tried to tell her that you did not wish to be disturbed, but she
would not listen. I fear she may have lost her mind."
Legolas dismissed them both out of the room with a single wave of
his hand. He then turned to Garania.
"Melamin, what is it? Why do you look so pale?"
She spoke quickly, excitement taking her over.
"These past few weeks, I have been feeling ill....I spoke to
Grandmother....she informed me that....the curse....the curse has
been lifted!"
He looked at her, his face blank, his statement telling her that he
did not understand.
"What? Slow your speech, and calm yourself. What are you trying to
tell me?"
She spoke slower this time, trying to make him understand.
"I have been feeling rather ill these past few weeks. I did not know
that cause of it, so I went to my grandmother for help. She said
nothing but....Legolas, the curse has been lifted."
He stared at her, still not comprehending what she was telling him.
She threw her hands into the air with defeat.
"Ay! Males! Do you not understand what this means, Legolas? The
curse has been lifted. You shall have an heir after all."
He stared at her, this time his statement one of shock.
"Do you mean....but how can that be?" He grasped the side of the
desk for support. "All of these long years, I have wished, prayed
for an heir, and now, I finally have the chance to have one, and I
can not bring myself to accept it, for fear that it will be stolen
away from me again."
Garania smiled at Legolas, taking his hands in hers.
"Legolas, you fear too much for your own good. This is a miraculous
blessing that has been bestowed upon us, and though I am as shocked
as you, I do not question it. All shall be well, you will see."
He smiled at her, beginning to feel a bit better at her words.
"You are right. Come, let us tell the people. They have only a right
to know, as I believe it is their hopes, dreams, and prayers that
have brought this blessing upon us."
He took her hand, and led her out the door to the main hall.
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"Melamin, be careful. You should not be exerting yourself so in your
condition."
Legolas layed back, propped up upon his elbows in the grass. He
watched as Garania looked over at him, a look of annoyance plastered
across her face.
"Legolas, I am fully aware of what condition I am in. How could I
forget? You have reminded me of it everyday for the past nine
months. However, my "condition" does not weaken me or keep me in my
bed, therefore, I shall not act as if it does so. I will do as I
please, and I am well aware of my limits, do not worry."
He shook his head, smiling to himself. It was no use fighting with
his wife, who was now involved in a heated sword fight with Gimli.
Although he knew the Dwarf would never dream of harming her with
even so much as a scratch, he still worrried. Garania caught Gimli's
sword with her own, and pulled it from his hands, throwing it across
the field where it landed a short distance away. Gimli bowed to her,
as she looked down at him over her stomach.
"My lady, I stand defeated. Though I must say, I could not have lost
to a more worthier opponent."
She smiled down at the Dwarf, bowing her head slightly to him.
"My good Dwarf, it has been a pleasure battling with you this
afternoon."
Gimli went to retrieve his sword, but as he did, a sharp cry echoed
through the woods. Legolas bolted from where he lay, and grabbed his
bow and quiver from its resting place beside him. He called back to
the palace, requesting help.
"Orcs! Bring your bows!"
He ran off into the forest, with Gimli close behind him on his
heels. Garania started to follow, but Legolas saw her, and stopped,
turning to face her. He spoke more harshly than he meant.
"No! You will not come! I will not have you dangering yourself, or
my child, just for the sake of battle! You will remain here! I
cannot bear to risk losing you again!"
With that, he sped off into the trees, disappearing from her sight.
Anger slowly built inside of her. How dare he say such a thing to
her? As if she would purposely rick the life of their child just to
fight a few orcs dwelling in the woods. She took one look at the
large group of armed Elves running quickly in her direction, and
then sped off into the woods, following quickly after Legolas.
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