To Everything Their Is A Season

And a Time To Every Purpose

Under the Heaven

A time to Be born

And a time to Die...

 

~Ecclesiastes 3:1-2(a) KJV~

 

"You don't understand!" Lindir yelled.

 

"It's not that I don't understand! It's you!" Kerowyn yelled back.

 

"Don't blame me for this. It was your big mouth that got us into this in the first place." Lindir snapped.

 

"MY WHAT?!?!" Kerowyn continued to pack her clothes.

 

"If your not going to the Royal dinner in Loth Lorien then why are you packing?" Lindir asked, his eyes watched his wife as she made her swift movements and hurriedly packed her clothes, whether they were folded or not.

 

"I'm going to Mirkwood, to see my granparents. Linwe and my sister is still watching the twins, and this ones not due until a long time." Kerowyn replied, not taking her eyes off her task.

 

Lindir looked at her in dismay, "Then who's going to represent my wife?"

 

"Linean might help you out." Kerowyn replied in a huff. Rage was apparent in her usually calm emerald eyes. 

 

"Why would I want to take Linean?" Lindir asked.

 

The brunnette threw her hands up in surrender, "Fine tell them I'm ill!" 

 

"You don't tell the lady of Lorien that your wife's ill when she's not! Galadriel has ways, she can find out the truth!" Lindir yelled.

 

"Fine, but I'm not going to spend any time with you! Not until the feast anyway." Kerowyn replied grabbing her bags and taking them out to the carriage.

~~~~

 

Kerowyn kissed her twin daughters, Lailya and Dailya on the forehead and smiled at her toddlers. "Be good for your Aunt Linwe,  Aunt Mehan, and Uncle Elladan. Allright?"

 

The twins innocently nodded and smiled, "Yes Nanneth." The two young children kissed their mother's cheek, before hugging her.

 

Kerowyn turned, a smile on her face but her heart ached at leaving her children alone, even though she knew they would be safe in the care of her family. She smiled at her friend, waving before walking over to Luna. "Would it be allright if I road with you?" she asked while mounting her horse, Larnin.

 

"Sure. Elrohir's riding ahead anyway. Lindir riding with us?" Luna asked a curious look on her face.

 

Kerowyn's smile fell as she fiddled with Larnin's lead rope, "No. He's riding ahead as well." 

 

Luna simply nodded as she watched the careful movements of her pregnant friend. She felt as if something was amiss, but couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

 

 

~~~

 

Several hours later the travel-worn company arrived in the beautifal Golden Wood. After greetings with the fair Lady of Loth Lorien, the company had headed up to their bedchambers for a rest before dinner that evening, each going their own way.

 

The hall was silent, all except one room. The room in question belonged to Kerowyn and her husband as their once silent bickering was now resumed in the privacy of their vacant room.

 

"Ker, we can't continue on like this." Lindir argued while unpacking the last bit of his clothes.

 

"Sure we can." Kerowyn put her last dress in the closet then turned. "I'm sleeping on the couch in the Library."

 

Lindir grabbed her arm, "Kerowyn, you can't sleep on the couch. With the baby you need your rest." Lindir's eyes pleaded for her understanding and for the fight to be over.

 

"Have it your way." Kerowyn snapped, pulling herself away from her husband's soft grasp.

 

Lindir sighed in displeasure, he hated what their marriage had come to. It seemed as if this bump in the road would never pass. "What are we even fighting about Ker?" 

 

"What are we fighting about? Ask Linean." Kerowyn turned and left the room.

~~~

 

Dinner that night had come all too soon, the couples had met with the Lady and Lord of Lorien before entering the dining hall. The dinner had started with merry chatter, all joined in the Lady's conversation, all except Kerowyn.

 

Luna watched her friend pick at her food. She knew that Kerowyn needed to eat more than what she was, and she couldn't blame it on morning sickness. Kerowyn stood, making her thoughts disappear. "May I be excused?" the slender, too-slender, brunnette questioned.

 

"Of course." Galadriel replied. "Is there something wrong?" the Lady of Lorien gave her a questioning glance.

 

"No, of course not mi'lady. Just tired." Kerowyn replied, she nodded her head in respect before she turned and quicklyleft for her room.

 

The lord and lady of Lorien watched the elleth disappear out of sight... "Lindir, may I ask if your wife is well?" Celeborn sent Lindir a questioning glare, concern for the young sea elf.

 

"She is fine, we're just having some... situations we have to deal with." Lindir simply spoke before returning to his silence.

 

Luna looked at the door Kerowyn had just fled from, she gazed at Lindir, The Lord and Lady of Lorien, then to her husband who slightly gave her a smile.

 

"Exscuse me." Luna grabbed her plate and Kerowyn's. "I'm going to take this to Ker and eat up there." She kissed her husband then left the room.

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“Ker?” Luna knocked on the door to Kerowyn’s bedroom. Hearing no answer, Luna pushed open the door, and saw Kerowyn sprawled on the bed, her eyes red. Luna put the plate down and walked over to her friend. “Oh, Ker…what’s wrong?”

 

She rubbed soothing circles into Kerowyn’s back. “Ker…mellon. Tell me what is wrong?”

 

Chokingly, the elleth sighed as he began her tale, "I, I walked in on Lindir and Linean in the library... they were so close together, they were whispering in hushed tones, I could not catch any of it. She leaned over to him and whispered something in his ear which made him smile. I passed it off as nothing, but, later I over-heard her talking with her friends of the poor girl who had no idea of what was happening right under her nose... it was so apparent she was talking of me." the brunnette continued in her tears as she let them fall and flood the floor.

 

Luna listened gravely, and gave her a confused look before she answered, “The way I see it, mellon, is you have made a mistake, you need to talk this over with Lindir. It is not worth losing your love for is it? Don’t cry so…the child you are bearing will come into this world a sad child.”

 

After a few moments Kerowyn stood up. “Your right, of course. I shouldn’t be this silly.” She said, sheepishly.

 

Luna laughed. “No. Your just tired, and something looked questionable. It’s going to be okay. Now, here, I brought you your dinner.” Luna motioned to the plate, which Kerowyn quickly refused with a shake of her head.

 

“I’m really not all that hungry. Thank you though. Let’s go downstairs to the gardens and see what is going on with everyone.” Kerowyn suggested.

 

Luna nodded and the two women made their way downstairs to where everyone was gathered. Luna made her way right to where Elrohir and Arwen were, and they scooted over for her, allowing her to sit by her husband.

 

Elrohir gave her a questioning look and she answered it with a nod and a smile.

 

Lindir raised his head to his pale wife, he stood and almost turned to leave, but she sat down on the bench he once occupied, grabbing his hand in her's. She looked up at him, her eyes silently begging him to stay. He smiled simply, and slipped in beside his wife, wrapping an arm around her waist and letting her lean against him as the group ended their evening in merry chatter.

XxXxXxX

 

His grey eyes unglazed from sweet elven dreams and he snuggled closer to the warmth under the covers, wishing it were not already morning. Lindir wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her neck. "Good morning melleth nin." he closed his eyes and waited her answer, but received none. He looked at her worriedly, as he slowly sat up.

 

Lindir's eyes locked on her face and he gulped at the paleness of it. "Ker? Kerowyn!" he tried to shake his wife, whose eyes was closed, which sent tendrils of panic up and down his spine. She made no sign of waking, nor acknowledged his presence, her body seemed lifeless and Lindir stood. He threw the cover's off of his wife, in order to lift her and take her down to the healing halls of Lorien until something stopped him.

 

Blood stained the sheets just around his wife's midsection, her white night-dressed was now a deep crimson. Lindir gulped down his panic and quickly ran out into the hall way. "Help! Saes! Someone please help me! My wife... she's loosing her baby! Oh Valar help her!"

 

XxXxXxX

 

Lindir had paced the halls for atleast 2-3 hours... although it seemed as if a century had passed just before his eyes until finally the healer erupted from their room. Lindir quickly moved to him, followed by a worried looking Elrohir who put a hand on his shoulder for support. "Healer?" Lindir asked, fear evident in his voice. "How is my wife?"

 

"She is in pain... she's unconcious now, I do not know when she will awaken, but she will be well physically with time." the healer spoke, but something in his voice caused Lindir to feel on the edge. As if there was something that the healer had not told him.

 

Lindir gulped down his panic before speaking once more, "And how is our baby?"

 

The healer shook his head in sympathy, "I'm sorry mi'lord. There is nothing that could've been done... your son has passed to the halls of Mandos. I deeply apologize and offer you my condolences."

 

"H-how?" Lindir didn't know what to say. He seemed numb, dis-attached from his being as the words of the healer registered in his mind and soul.

 

The healer gazed at Elrohir then back to Lindir, "It seemed emotional stress and pain had caused this to happen... perhaps a trauma or a stressful event, one could never be certain. I will get you when you can see your wife... I'm sorry." with that being his last words, the healer turned and disappeared back into the room.

 

He unconciously felt Elrohir's grip tighten on his shoulder and Lindir shook in agony and pain. "D...dead..." he murmered to himself as he turned his sorrowful deep grey eyes to the brown one's of his friend. "My... my son is... dead." he gulped down the words as if speaking them slowly would change what had come.

 

"I'm sorry Lindir." Elrohir told him as he tried to lead his elder friend to a bench. He helped him sit, before sitting beside him. "The Valar has a meaning for every deed done under the heavens..."

 

Lindir clenched his fist as tears welled in his eyes. "But why my baby?" he brokenly asked as he bit his pale knuckles, shaking from his pain and agony. A heart-wrenching scream was pulled from his throat, and the tears fell...

 

XxXxXxX

 

Lindir stiffly walked into the room which held his unconcious wife. Luna sat at her side, tear-stained cheeks and she firmly gripped her friend's hand in her own as she brought ghostly eyes to the pair. "Lindir." she whispered.

 

Lindir flinched at the simple acknowledgement and knelt at Kerowyn's side. He took her limp, pale hand in his own and stroked the top softly with his thumb. He kissed her hand and gazed at her as tears pooled in his eyes. "I don't know why the Valar has done this Kerowyn... it's all my fault... if I hadn't have been with Linean, if I would've only told you I was planning you a suprise party for the coming of our baby, you wouldn't have been stressed, and you wouldn't have lost our baby. I killed our baby Kerowyn... I'm so sorry..." her bitterly wept into the clean sheets tucked under her prone form as Elrohir put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

 

He looked at Luna, his eyes red with un-shed tears for his friends. Fresh tears spilled down his wife's eyes as she held onto the hand of her friend, her sister, who desperately needed her support now, more than ever.

 

Galadriel and Celeborn slipped in less than an hour later. Lindir had cried himself to sleep, still kneeling in the floor beside his wife. Elrohir held Luna who sobbed freely into his shoulder, all this grief was caused by a simple accident. The lady of the wood locked her eyes on the prone form of the Sea-elf and she held onto her husband as anguish flooded her soul as she tapped into the brain of the young elleth before her.

 

"Kerowyn... Kerowyn my child..." Galadriel called as she entered the thoughts of the young one.

 

The princess seemed to be running from something... dark was envoloping her mind as she screamed for her horse to go faster. Only when Kerowyn turned did Galadriel see the yrch chasing the mother as she came to a halt at a cliffe. The horse bucked her off in the fear of the evil around her, and Kerowyn fell to the ground in a heap of pain. 

 

"Saes, don't hurt my child... please, don't touch me... stay away from me..."

 

The usual strong and fearless composure seemed to be broken as Kerowyn's will and anger was pushed aside to fear and worry over the well-being of the child she was carrying. Galadriel willed her thoughts into Kerowyn's dream, causing the nightmare to vanish, only leaving traces of it's memory in Galadriel's mind.

 

Galadriel's eyes un-clouded and she saw her husband's concerned looks. She wearily looked at him then turned her focus back to the brunnette before her. She would have many trials to face her... if this one did not destroy her first...

 

XxXxXxX

 

She felt numb... and slight pain in her abdomen. Kerowyn's brain tried to register her feelings as she was bombarded with them. She felt void, almost as if she was in someone else's body, uninvited and awkward.

 

Kerowyn's blue eyes fell to her side... she wondered where Lindir was but asumed he had went to the bathing chambers. She felt as if something was amiss, but just couldn't put her finger on it.

 

"Your awake..."

 

Kerowyn quickly turned her gaze to the chair beside her. Luna sat there, a soft smile on her face... but the happyness was gone, and replaced with misery and sympathy. "What is it? What is wrong?"

 

"Ker... I'm so sorry." Luna couldn't contain her tears for her friend as she took her pale hand in her own. She leaned her chin on her two hands which enveloped Kerowyn's... "Ker... you've lost your baby..."

 

It seemed as if time stopped and Kerowyn was still running at the speed of light. Her brain registered the words with confusion as an onslaught of emotions hit her like a tidle wave. "N-no..."

 

 

"I'm so sorry mellon nin." Luna sat down on the bed beside her friend as she leaned her head against her shoulder and cried tears of anguish and agony.

 

Kerowyn breathed with difficulty as she sobbed into her friend's shoulder. "This isn't happening... not again..."

 

Luna held her friend close as she sobbed bitterly. She stroked the deep chocolate locks as tears spilled down her own cheeks. She sniffed and they held eachother as they cried through the pain.

 

XxXxXxX

 

Lindir walked into the room which held his wife. He had been moved sometime during the night and had awoken in a panic to not find Kerowyn. Elrohir had assured him that she was still resting, and they had merely moved Lindir to a different room for rest. He staggered into the room as his ears picked up the painful cries of anguish from his wife as she angrily tore at one of the pillows. She yanked and threw the stuffing before Luna pulled her into a hug. Her friend held her immobile against her as she sobbed in anger and pain.

 

Fresh tears rolled from Lindir's eyes as he moved toward the bed. He sat near his wife as Elrohir stood at the door. Luna carefully handed Kerowyn to Lindir, before standing and wobbily moving toward Elrohir.

 

"I'm so sorry Kerowyn..."

 

Kerowyn buried her head in his shoulder as she clutched the back of his tunic as if she was lost at sea and the elven fabric was her only life-float, keeping her head from the waters of the angry tossing tides. "Why did this have to happen Lindir?!?!"

 

"I don't know Kerowyn... I just don't know." Lindir kissed his wife's forehead as he sobbed his own bitter tears, flooding the room with their pain over the death of their son.

 

XxXxXxX

 

The wind blew freely in the lands of Imladris. An emotional silence had over-swept the land, no one hardly spoke to the elven couple accept to offer their condolences and prayers to the Valar.

 

On a lonely hill side stood a small grave-yard. A couple knelt in unison as they placed a bundle of fresh-grown roses on the newly covered grave. No words were spoken as they silently said their good-byes to the child they would never know. Two elven hands softly laid on the grave as they lifted their eyes to the heavens. The two stood and looked once more at the engraving on the tiny rock before they each took one another's hand.

 

Turning they begin their progress down the hill, as the sun guided their path, as if the Valar smiled down on their every move. A once broken family was on the mend again... and ready for what ever life would throw at them... with hope in their souls, and love in their hearts.

 

Rest In Peace

Therfis Linderion

"Sky Light"

Our Son

Our Baby Boy

Our Little Angel

 

.:The End:.