Expecting. by ford_of_bruinen

Expecting.

The air is cool, autumn came swiftly this year, but the sun shines, the wind is resting and I am happy. Leaning my back against Laurelin's trunk I rest a hand on my stomach, smiling as I feel him stir, kicking my palm. I know that I carry a son, just as I know he will look like his father, raven hair and silver eyes, as strong and tall as a young tree. He will be beautiful.

Around me the gardens are quiet, peaceful. I come here as Laurelin wakes, whereas others  -  expectant mothers like myself comes in the evening, to rest in the cool light of Telperion. Their children will be less than mine, I do not carry a night-time child but one of fire, of passions such as our people has never seen.

Beside me my work lies untouched, a half-finished gown made, not in the soft pastel colours in which one usually dresses a babe,  but in scarlet and gold with a thread of blue for Finwe's house. Colourful and strong. I close my eyes, weary but content. In winter,  before the seasons turn again, I will bear my fiery child and life will change.