Gwen
Gwen sat on the edge of the platform that had been carved into the tree. While, in her world, only two days had truly passed, in Lothlorien, months had passed, and Gwen was now 6 months pregnant. She let her hands glide softly over her stomach, smiling slightly as she watched the elves below sing and dance.
She longed to see Mordred again, believing to have been separated from him for months, rather than days, and each moment without him seemed like agony, despite the pain being lessened in this dimension.
Gwen glanced down at her stomach again as she felt a kick. She smiled again and started to sing.
"An elven maid there was of old
A shining star by day
Her mantle whitewas hemmed with gold
Her shoes of silver grey
A star was bound upon her brow
A light was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Lorien the fair
Her hair was long, her limbs were white
And fair she was and free
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree
Beside the falls of Nimrodel
By waterwater clear and cool
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into shining pool
Where now she wanders none can tell
In sunlight or in shade
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed
The elven-ship is haven gey
Beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day
Beside the roaring sea
A wind by night is northern lands
Arose, and loud it cried
And drove the ship from elven-strands
Across the streaming tide
When dawn came dim the land was lost
The mountains sinking grey
Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
Their plumes of blinding spray
Amroth beheld the fading shore
Now low beyond the swell
And cursed the faithless ship that bore
Him far from Nimfodel
Of old he was an Elven-King
A lord of tree and glen
When golden were the boughs in spring
In fair Lothlorien
From helm to sea they saw him leap
An arrow from the string
And dive into the water deep
As mew upon the wing
The wind was in his flowing hair
The foam about him shone
After they saw him strong and fair
Go ridding like a swan
But fromt he west has come no word
And on the hither shore
No tidings Elven-folk have heard
Of Amroth evermore..."