James watched as Padriac start screaming, in Thauhndil’s arms. But this time, it wasn’t Padriac, it was James, when Elizabeth died, and little Brodie was there confused asking for his mother. A healer came out and James shot up, he walked towards the healer and he began to ask about Eleanor. “We will keep you updated, she’s undergoing surgery right now.” James nodded and listened.
He took Olwen’s hand, and began walking. “Where are we going?” asked the boy. “Flower picking for your mother and new baby sister.” said James, as he took the child out to the courtyard right outside. He didn’t want the child to see his father like this. It was nearly dawn, and James went out holding Olwen’s hand. “Grandfather is Mummy going to be alright?” asked Olwen looking up with his blue eyes. Just like Elizabeth’s. “I don’t know, child. I do not know.” He sat down on the grass with Olwen and looked at the flowers. “What’s your mother’s favorite flower?” asked Olwen. “Gardenias!” exclaimed Olwen with a smile. “That was your grandmother Elizabeth’s favorite flower.” said James with warmness in his tone.
Moments later after talking to the boy, James stood up, and grabbed Olwen’s hand. “Let’s go pick some flowers, Olly.” said James. And the two began to pick a bouquet of Gardenias.
The healers began to go through surgery on the unconscious dryad, who had lost so much blood. And the baby girl who was a little bit ill. A little fever, that was easy to fix, but what Eleanor had, was far too common amongst dehydrated dryads. They began to clean the mess, and perform surgery on the dryad, for they heard her husband outside having a total breakdown.
Hours had pass, and the surgery was complete, and successful. However, Eleanor was to be bed ridden for a fortnight until the surgical wounds would be healed. Thankfully for their patient being a dryad, that been easy and it’d give her time to be with her new child. The healers cleaned up the surgery table, and put Eleanor on new sheets waiting for her to awake.
When she woke up, Eleanor looked around, and tried to immediately to sit up, only to be motioned by the healers to do it slowly. She was handed a goblet of water, and Eleanor drank it. “Is my baby alright?” asked Eleanor. The healer nodded and smiled, as the midwife appeared with the baby, handing it to her. “It’s a girl, my lady.” Eleanor held the small child and smiled, at her dark hair, who had yawned. The healer then disappeared to the door, to go inform the others.
James and Olwen had returned and Olwen was holding a bouquet of gardenias he picked for his mother. The healer then turned to Padriac and smiled saying “You can go in, now.”
And Eleanor watched her new daughter, in awe of the life she gave. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to meet you.” whispered Eleanor.
Thauhndil watched as James and Olwen walked away, knowing that it was best for Olwen not to see Padriac like this, who was practically comatose in his arms, that wail of despair almost as ongoing as the one Thauhndil himself had unleashed when Alsira died. He had wept for her, only to look to the doorway and see a four-year-old wide-eyed Padriac peeking around, only one of his blue eyes showing, and it was filling with tears. Thauhndil hadn’t known what to do then to console his son, and it was doubly worse now. Padriac was a full grown Elf with a child who was already two, and an established career and reputation, and to see him falling to pieces like this broke Thauhndil’s heart. In his sessions with Theodora, he often spoke of how important Padriac’s happiness was to him now, and how he would do everything to ensure his own child, although grown, had the love and happiness provided by a parent that Thauhndil hadn’t given to Padriac as a child. And now it seemed as though Padriac feared Eleanor would die, and he would be left to raise two children alone.
It hit Thauhndil like a battering ram. If that were the case, Eleanor dying and leaving Padriac alone - which is certainly wasn’t - Padriac feared he would become like Thauhndil. But Padriac wouldn’t be alone. He would have his father and James to help.
But Eleanor wasn’t going to die. She just wouldn’t. Determinedly but wordlessly, Thauhndil helped the distraught Padriac up, leading him to where he and James had been sitting before, and managed to force Padriac to sit down. Barely a moment had passed after Thauhndil sat beside Padriac did his son suddenly lean over, resting his head on Thauhndil’s shoulder, and letting out a deep, exhausted sigh. He was still shaking, and Thauhndil comfortingly put his arm around Padriac, allowing him to finally rest and calm down after all that had happened.
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Hours passed. James and Olwen still hadn’t returned, and Padriac had gone to sleep, Olwen’s blanket haphazardly thrown over his shoulders. Thauhndil luckily had grabbed one of his books to pass the time and was reading it with his free hand, the other still of course wrapped around Padriac’s shoulders. It was quiet, and dawn was quickly approaching. Thauhndil could hear Cair Paravel waking up. And as he thought this, James and Olwen finally returned, and Padriac was beginning to wake up. Olwen dropped James’ hand at the sight of his father and ran toward him, yelling, “Daddy!” Padriac smiled weakly at his son, catching him when he jumped in his arms.
“Sir Padriac? You can go in now,” a healer said as she appraoched, and Padriac quickly stood, giving Olwen a quick kiss on the forehead before putting him down and following the healer back to Ele’s room. It was clean, fresh, and best of all, full of life.
But the best and most wonderful thing he had ever seen was Eleanor sitting up, holding a small bundle in her arms. Padriac turned to grasp Olwen’s hand, and the two walked toward Ele’s bed while the grandfathers hung back for a moment. Padriac stepped up, smiling as tears came to his eyes. “Ele... Ele... I’m so glad... By Aslan...” Not caring that Olwen was right there, he kissed Ele, filled with relief and slight disbelief that she was here, alive and well. When he pulled back, he looked down at the bundle, where lay a small baby girl, dark hair circling her head. Her eyes opened, and Padriac marveled at how the baby girl looked like Ele. “H-hello there,” he stammered, using his free hand to gently touch one of the baby’s hands. “I’m so glad to finally meet you. I’m your Daddy... I’m your Daddy.”
Padriac felt an insistent tugging on his hand. “Daddy!” Olwen said, and Padriac chuckled, kneeling down to lift his son onto Ele’s bed. “Be careful,” Padriac warned Olwen carefully as the boy moved closer to Ele and the baby. “Olwen, this is your sister.” Olwen gazed intently down at his sister, his blue eyes wide, and he looked up at Ele.
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