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Obedience to a king	By : lovinghimonly Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 4832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR, The Hobbit, or any other Tolkien world. The story is meant only for entertainment purposes, not money. English is not my native tongue. Please excuse errors. Constructive criticism is most welcome.

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Thranduil hurried along the corridors. Today, the last hallway seemed to drag on endlessly. When he arrived at their chamber, he hastily opened the door. Baineth sat on their bed and looked very pale. He rushed to her side and gently stroked her hair that was disheveled. The fear and anxiety which could be seen in her face, was also evident in her touch. Baineth clung with both hands on his tunic and buried her face in its soft material.
"What's your prognosis," Thranduil asked Elrond, who was standing at the side of the bed.
He shrugged.
"I can not say anything because Baineth does not allow me to examine her. But she is definitive in labor."
"Baineth," Thranduil said softly, "I'll change my clothes, and then Elrond will have to examine you." He cupped her hands and loosened her grip gently.
Thranduil went to his closet and got rid of his royal clothes. Shortly thereafter, he returned to their bed. He wore leggings and a comfortable cotton tunic which was quite large. Thranduil held a dress in his hand, which he had brought for Baineth. He helped Baineth to stand up and undressed her before he helped her to get dressed again. Baineth lay down and Thranduil sat beside her on the bed. He allowed Elrond to come. Baineth winced and tensed when Elrond began to examine her. Thranduil ran his fingers through her tousled hair and kissed her forehead before he looked what Elrond did.
"So far everything is well," said Elrond, "Baineth should relax, this may shorten the birth process."
Thranduil, who held Baineth's hand in his, looked at their intertwined hands. Her grip was firm and almost painful.
"She's tense," Thranduil said, looking worriedly at Baineth.
"I know," replied Elrond, "Try to help her to relax. I'll give you privacy as long as possible. I wait in the corridor. If you need me, I'll come. We will inform Úllothel and Malfinnor."
"No," Baineth replied irritably, "I do not want anyone here!"
Elrond and Annúngilon looked at Thranduil, who nodded, agreeing that her parents had to be informed.
His glance wandered to Baineth which lay in bed with her eyes closed. Now and then she grimaced in pain and tightened her grip on his hand.
The first two hours passed relatively quietly, but then Baineth became angry. She asked to get up and began to move restlessly between the balcony and the bed on which she sometimes sat down briefly. Thranduil did not like her behavior but he preferred not to discuss in front of her. After some time of walking Baineth was less angry. The pain was worse though, but the constant movement seemed to help her. Thranduil began to walk to and fro with her.
The warm September sun shone down on them, and he enjoyed the moment of silence before Baineth softly moaned and set again in motion. He admired her, because he had imagined it worse. But who knew what was to come. She drank water, but refused to eat. Even Thranduil was hungry, caused by hours upon hours of walking back and forth. But Baineth insisted to eat nothing.
"Stop," Thranduil said suddenly and Baineth looked at him furious.
"I'll call Elrond and he will examine you now. Then you can continue as you want."
Baineth began to object, but Thranduil had already reached the door. Elrond and Annúngilon entered the chamber and Thranduil convinced Baineth with a few words to lie down. Reluctantly, she lay down on the bed and Elrond examined her again.
Baineth groaned in pain.
"Can you do it faster? I want to get up."
Thranduil took her hand and looked at her pityingly.
"It hurts less when I walk," Baineth begged him, "Let me get up, please."
Elrond rose from the bed and looked at her happy.
"I think that your child will be born before sunset," he said joyfully.
Thranduil smiled in relief, but Baineth became very angry.
"Before the sun sets, before .... ," she tried to get up and accepted Thranduil's help only briefly. Then she pushed him aside and went grumbling to the balcony. "Before the sun sets," she growled desperately, looking up at the sun which stood high in the sky. That would be difficult hours.
Thranduil accompanied Baineth all afternoon, back and forth they went until Baineth suddenly stopped.
"I'm starving," she finally said, looking at him desperately.
Thranduil was relieved. He sat her on the bed and brought a tray of fruit, which stood next to the door. Thranduil took a strawberry and handed it to her, which she gratefully accepted and eagerly ate. He looked pleased as she ate the fruits almost completely.
Then she started walking around and he followed her again. But now Baineth was slower than before, and her pain seemed to grow steadily stronger. After half an hour she was suddenly ill. She bent over and vomited on the stone floor of the balcony. Thranduil stroked her back while he watched as her stomach emptied completely.
Then he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, where he washed her. He helped her to change the dress and called Elrond. Baineth's face was twisted with pain as she lay in bed. Thranduil sat at her side, Elrond examined her, Baineth's parents sat on the edge of the bed and maids ran quickly to the balcony to clean it. But Baineth had had enough.
When Elrond had finished, she did not even hear what he said. She stood up with Thranduil's help. Baineth had no more strength to walk. But to lie down, brought her great agony. Thranduil wrapped his arms around her gently, while she leaned her cheek against his chest. So they stood, he remained silent, while Baineth moaned through her contractions.
"Would you like to stand on the balcony," he asked her, but Baineth just shook her head wordlessly. The pain was excruciating and she was looking for relief and security. Baineth searched and searched and found it finally in Thranduil's fëa. They were alone again and Thranduil felt a pain in his fëa whenever Baineth had contractions. It hurt him in his soul. He knew that he had finally found the right elleth. When Legolas was born, he had felt nothing of that sort. It was the connection between his and Baineth's fëa, which made up the difference. A deep peace entered his fëa and he held her closer to his chest.
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Legolas approached the chamber of his father and looked questioningly at Elrond.
"How long this will take," he asked with deep concern.
"I hope that the birth will take place today," Elrond replied, "Baineth is very young and her body needs longer than I expected."
"How is she," the prince asked cautiously.
"She is suffering greatly, but your father is with her."
Legolas sat down on a chair of which stood in front of the chamber.
The cool night air blew through the hall as the door opened suddenly. Elrond had seen already many births and immediately knew that it was time. He went with Annúngilon into the chamber, who closed the door behind him. The time passed slowly. Legolas and Malfinnor paced up and down the hallway while Úllothel sat silently on her chair. Nothing remained hidden from her elven ears and she leaned back in relief as she knew Baineth had finally made it. A tear of gratitude rolled down her cheek.
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Baineth's hands trembled incessantly as Elrond handed her her newborn son. She cradled him in her arms and could not turn her eyes away from him. He was much smaller than she had imagined, light as a feather and seemed so fragile. His fine silver blond hair stuck to his head, which was gently caressed by the loving hand of his father. Thranduil placed a kiss on Baineth's forehead and smiled happily.
"You were very brave," he said affectionate, "I admire your strength and endurance."
His newborn son's fingers curled around his index finger on which his marriage ring sat proudly. The silken baby skin rubbed against his skin and Thranduil felt blessed. The boy looked very similar to Thranduil, but he had Baineth's nose and eyebrows, making him look beautiful and kind. The tiny elfling sucked on his fingertip which he had pulled toward his mouth.
"Are you hungry, my tiny prince," Thranduil said and glanced at Baineth, who eyed them affectionately.
Baineth smiled wearily and gazed back at her son, who was searching for something. His open mouth brushed repeatedly over her thin dress, which clung to her sweaty body. Thranduil opened the laces of her dress, as he had done so many times before. But this was different. His deed was motivated by a particular love which brought him great bliss. Slowly, he bared her breast and helped his tiny son find his mother's nipple. Baineth gasped as he began to suck on it. She looked at Thranduil who admired the sight. He noticed her gaze and cupped her cheek with his hand before he leaned down to kiss her.
Together they lay on the bed, eyeing their son who drank his mother's milk until he finally fell asleep from exhaustion. Thranduil looked in Baineth's eyes and stroked her cheek.
"Today is a wonderful day."
Baineth smiled at him, unable to speak.
"I feel blessed," he said, as he stroked a few strands of her damp hair out of her face. "Not only because we have a healthy son, but because I know that I really love for the first time."
Baineth tried to hold back her tears.
"For the first time," she said, as she expressed her own feeling.
"And thus forever," added Thranduil before he kissed her.
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