The Birth of Arwen Undomiel
The sky tonight is ablaze with stars, the
moon just a pale shimmer over the mountains surrounding Rivendell.
Outside in the courtyard it’s deep dark, yet the house is alive with
light. Tonight my love will give birth to our third child, foreseen to
be a girl. Dreams have I had of her, this child...she will birng me
both joy and heartbreak; but tonight I can feel only the joy.
Celebrian’s room is just above where I stand
now, in the courtyard- I can hear her moans, as the pains grow more
intense. It has been many hours and I know her ladies are worried; the
birth of our sons went far quicker – indeed it seemed that no sooner
had she felt her first tightening, that they came into the world,
howling lustily, two perfect boys, dark like myself, with strong limbs
and lungs. My sons, Elladan and Elohrir; they wait now outside their
mother’s room, huddled together, waiting for their sister to be born.
I myself am not worried; Celebrian’s line is
strong and she is healthy. Perhaps I am naïve, but I feel in my heart
that there is no danger. I feel with my love, every twinge, every pain,
even as they grow harder and come faster….
Ah, I hear a cry! “Lord Elrond, come quickly – your daughter has arrived!”
There is joy and laughing as I enter the
house-news has spread like fire and the household is alive with
happiness, music and dancing.
Celebrian lies on the pillows, looking pale
and exhausted, yet still so beautiful it hurts my heart to behold.
Always, it makes me catch my breath just to look upon her, as white and
gold as a ray of sun. Our daughter is cradled in her arms; just born,
she still makes me gasp at her beauty. As always, my love is flanked by
our sons, her ever-present shadows, who gaze at their infant sister in
awe. Celebrian looks up at me, tears shining in her dark blue eyes and
whispers “behold, my darling – Arwen Undomiel.”
I sink down on our bed and enfold my family
in my arms. As I look into the faces of my children and my wife, I can
only whisper “I am truly blessed.”