Of Flames and Flowers: An Elucien Pregnancy: Part One

Authors Note: This is the first time I have ever written an elucien fic, so bare with me, please.

Lucien had nightmares about his brothers and what they would do to his pregnant mate if they were alive. He was so, so glad that they were dead. Burned by Nesta’s flames for trying to force the mating bond between her and Eris. His sister-in-law was one of the very, very few to have two mates. Eris and Cassian. And he was glad to see his brother burn for what he tried to do to her and for what he had done to his lost love. But his nightmares..his brothers butchered Elain in them.


Her mate was having a nightmare. He was thrashing in the bed, drenched in sweat. She began humming, calming him with her magic.

He slowly stopped thrashing, but his breathing was heavy. She continued humming and moved a strand of hair out of his face.

He grabbed her wrist, reflex, and opened his eyes, the mechanical one whirled but his other one, the russet eye looked right into her eyes, pure panic in it, she soothed, “You are okay, Love. It was just a nightmare.”

He sat up, rubbing a hand on her distended stomach, and looked at her, “It was about you and Dacia and the baby. My father took you-” Dacia, the late Tamlin and Ianthe’s child. The two died in the war, leaving the babe an orphan. An orphan whom she raised and love as much as her unborn child.

A pain wrapped around her lower spine. She winced but ignored it. It was a false alarm, just like the other ones.

She leaned down and kissed him on the lips, quieting him, “Love, it was just a dream. I promise you, we are okay.” His breathing started to slow back to normal.

Dacia must have heard him thrashing, “Is Papa okay?”

She turned to look at her daughter. Her three year old self was a little beauty, her long golden locks were tangled and her green eyes were filled with worry as she bit on her sleeve.

Lucien sat up, “Come here.”

She winced again.

Dacia ran into the room and climbed on the bed, her loose nightgown bunching at her knees as she climbed up. Her skinned knee almost completely healed. She planted a kiss on Lucien’s forehead, “Feel better?”

He kissed her forehead, and looked into her eyes, “I do now.”

She tucked a hair behind Dacia’s ear, and said sternly, “You should be asleep, young lady.”

Dacia gave her a toothy grin, “I’m sorry, Mama. But he was sad.”

Lucien grinned wickedly at her, “Yeah, Mama. I was sad.”

She rolled her eyes as Dacia asked her, “Will you tuck me in?”

“Of course.”

When she stood, oh Cauldron. Her water broke.

Of Flames and Flowers: An Elucien Pregnancy: Part Two


Lucien looked at his daughter, “Cia, go get Nesta, now.”

Dacia climbed down to run but tripped. Picking herself back up she ran out the door towards Nesta. His daughter, she was so clumsy, always falling. But what mattered was she always picked herself up.

Nesta Archeron refused to leave her sister when she was so far along. It drove him insane whenever she was there, trying to give him orders. She may be queen but he was a high lord. They’ve had fights that have left rooms and forests on fire. But right about now, he was glad for it, glad that she was there.

Climbing out of bed, he pushed back the covers and helped Elain to the bed. She snorted, “I’m not an invalid, Lucien.”

He rolled his eye, “No, but you are my mate and, you know, giving birth to the heir of the Autumn Court.”

She winced and took a deep breath and let it out.

After his father and brothers were burned, the title had passed to him. He changed almost every law to where the Autumn Court became one of the safest places in Prythian, for all types of Fae.

Nesta Archeron, The Queen of Hybern, burst through the doors, “Go get towels and warm water. And the healer, Lucien.”

He narrowed his brows at her. She gave him an icy glare, staring him down. Elain patted his hand, “Please.”

He huffed, “Fine,” and stormed past Nesta, glaring at her.


Nesta rolled her eyes and sat next to her sister, ”Are you ready?”

Elain looked at her, brown eyes were calm but there was pure joy raidiating from them, “I am. I just wish Feyre was here.”

Nesta kissed the top of her head and looked down at her, “Do..do you want me to winnow to her?”

“I know you don’t like using your magic, Nesta. But..”

“When Lucien and a competent healer come, I will get her, okay?” She would burn down the world for her sister. Even use her magic that she was slowly growing to use, to like. If she wanted Feyre there, then she would be. End of story.

Elain squeezed her hand and winced, “Thank you, Nesta.”

She gave her sister a small smile, “Of course.”

Elain straightened her back, and looked at her. Her eyes were wide with fear as she said, “Nesta.”

She could sense the panic rolling off of Elain.

Elain’s life-giving magic, she could sense…

“Elain, What’s wrong.”

“I need to have this baby, right now.”

Her own voice was raising to a panic, “Elain, you can’t rush-”

The vines outside the windows shattered the glass as Elain bellowed, “Right now!”


Ulpia Traiana Sarmizegetusa, Hunedoara, Romania.

The largest, and capital city of Roman Dacia, this city was founded by Terentius Scaurianus about 108-110, during the reign of Roman emperor Hadrian.

Situated less than 50km away from the former capital of the Dacians, Ulpia Traiana Sarmizegetusa was built on a strategic point  between where the battle of the Dacian troops and Roman legions took place. This site is on the ground of what was a camp of the Fifth Macedonian Legion, and was settled by veterans of the Dacian wars.

Later destroyed by the Goths, this large cosmopolitan centre remains in ruins today. The site features temples, gladiator schools, a large forum, and an amphitheater.

While researching I also found these virtual reconstructions of what features of this site would have once looked like:

Photos taken by Codrinb.

The Dacian Falx

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Falx is a Latin word originally meaning sickle, Latin: Falx Dacica,but was later used to mean any of a number of tools that had a curved blade that was sharp on the inside edge such as a scythe.

Falx was also used to mean a weapon, particularly that of the Thracians and Dacians, and later a siege hook used by the Romans themselves. In Latin texts the weapon was described as an ensis falcatus (whence falcata) by Ovid in Metamorphose or falx supina by Juvenal in Satiriae.

The Dacian falx came in two sizes: one-handed and two-handed. The shorter variant was called sica (sickle) in the Dacian language (Valerius Maximus, III,2.12) with a blade length that varied but usually around 16 inches (41 cm) long with a handle 1/3 longer than the blade.

The two-handed falx was more of a pole-arm. It consisted of a 3 feet (0.91 m) long wooden shaft with a long curved iron blade of nearly-equal length attached to the end. Archaeological evidence indicates that the one-handed falx was also used two-handed.

The blade was sharpened only on the inside, and was reputed to be devastatingly effective. However, it left its user vulnerable because, being a two-handed weapon, the warrior could not also make use of a shield.

At the time of the Dacian wars researchers have estimated that only ten percent of Spanish and Gallic warriors had access to swords, usually the nobility. By contrast Dacia (today’s Romania) had rich resources of iron and were prolific metal workers. It is clear that a large percentage of Dacians owned swords, greatly reducing Rome’s military advantage.

The weapon is very similar with the Egyptian Khopesh and like its “exotic” brother, its blade is slightly curved, sharp, able to deliver slashes as a saber and was also designed for hooking an opponents shield or disarming them.

The Dacian Falx was also used as a weapon by the Tracian tribes (who also use a similar two handed weapon called rhomphaia but much less drastically curved) and later on was used by the Romans as an siege hook.

Source: Romanian Arms & Armour History books | Wikipedia


The rock sculpture of Decebal/Decebalus is a 40-m high carving in rock, representing the face of Decebal/Decebalus, the last king of Dacia, who fought against the Roman emperors Domitian and Trajan to preserve the independence of his country, which corresponded to modern Romania. 

The sculpture was made between 1994 and 2004, on a rocky outcrop on the river Danube, at the Iron Gates, which form the border between Romania and Serbia. It is located near the city of Orşova in Romania.

It is the tallest rock sculpture in Europe.

How Things Have Changed...Justification for War, Then and Now

Now: Russian President Vladimir Putin, 2014 

“We must take military action against Ukraine to protect ethnic Russians from violence.”

Then: US President George W. Bush, 2003

“Saddam Hussein has weapons of mass destruction and supports terrorism.”

Then: US President Franklin D. Roosevelt, 1941

“We must defend democracy from fascism.”

Then: Roman Emperor Trajan, 101AD

“Dacia has a lot of gold!  I’m talking about a crap load of gold, enough gold to make every Roman filthy rich!  Let’s conquer Dacia and take all of their gold!


1. Work on establishing a relationship with God.
2. Invest in sexier, more expensive panties and bras.
3. Clean out my closet and draws to make space for more high end expensive designer clothing and shoes.
4. Travel as much as I can.
5. LIVE and not just exist.

Ulmetum, Romania

Ulmetum (Latin: forest of elms) was a military camp in the ancient Roman province of Moesia. It was settled under Trajan in the 2nd century AD with an ethnically mixed population of Bessi, Romans and Greeks.

The great advantage of the settlement was given its strategic position , being at the crossroads of three trade routes crossing the whole of Moesia Inferior . For this reason, the Empire decided to add a fort in the 4th century.

The city was neglected at times, becoming a nest of criminal activity. According to the Roman historian Eusebius of Caesarea (c. 260/265 – 339/340), barbarians terrorized the region, robbing anyone that passed the crossroads. Huns eventually sacked Ulmetum in the late 5th century.

Justinian sent a significant military force c. 527-565 to restore peace in the area but by then the Roman Empire was in financial trouble and could not maintain their outposts as well as they used to. Maurice (r. 582 to 602) attempted to rebuild the city but it was sacked soon after by Slavs.

The site is located at the the eastern edge of the village of Pantelimon in Constanta County, Romania.