Pairing: Not sure at the moment. I don't think I'll include the father. Let's see how it goes.
Disclaimer: Never claimed to have owned 'em, so please don't sue!
Author' Note: I've never read an Elrond mpreg in which Elrond gets pregnant, so I'm writing one. I thought it would be hilarious to see this doomsayer elf and unruffled lord put up with widening girth, swollen ankles and the ever-popular morning sickness. Heeheehee... I'm evil!
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"I'm fine," Elrond protested, feeling ridiculously terrified as his children hovered over him. Well, he should really have said 'child', since it was only Arwen and Estel was not, in fact, his child at all even though he had brought him up as his. And now Estel was in love with Arwen and if they really had been siblings... he shuddered to think of it.
"Ada, perhaps if you told us what was wrong," Arwen suggested delicately, pushing a dark strand of hair behind her father's ear, "We could help you."
"No!" Elrond didn't mean to shout, he really didn't. But his head was spinning.
Arwen flinched back and turned appealing eyes on Aragorn. The man shifted uncomfortably, but he had promised to make the offer- "Lord Elrond, maybe I can help. After all, you've trained me in the basic practises of the healer's craft. I might be able to- to..." silver eyes peeped up darkly at him from behind a very capable hand, "... to help?"
"Thank you," Elrond bit out, "But I would prefer some time alone to rest. I believe I am myself a healer? Well, let me take care of this." So saying, he went back to his hand and hid behind it, not willing to let them see just how weak he was feeling.
Arwen and Aragorn sent each other a despairing look. Arwen patted her father's shoulder one last time and they took their leave. It wasn't that they particularly wanted to leave him alone; just that they didn't know what else to do. After all, the Lord of Imladris did not just faint in corridors for no reason whatsoever! Come to that, elves in general did not faint anywhere for no reason whatsoever, and as they only ever fainted in illness-which was a dire situation indeed for the First Born- this was not boding well. But Lord Elrond was also very used to having his orders obeyed and disobeying them now would only excite him and quite possibly do him no good.
Aragorn took up a post just outside the door. "I'll stay here for a while in case anything happens," he promised, "Should he need help, I'll hear him."
Arwen nodded. "I will go see Glorfindel. He might perhaps know what is happening to Ada. At any rate, he can make him stop working so hard for a few days."
They shared another look, and Arwen departed, walking lightly away with a firm tread and a smooth swish of her gown.
Aragorn allowed himself to let his eyes worship her retreating back just that little bit more obviously, admiring the way her hair flowed down her back and the way her slender grace swayed as if imbued with the ethereal rhythm of the earth itself. The sounds of desperate retching interrupted his reverie.
Alarmed, Aragorn wasted no more time standing outside the door but bolted in, falling instantly to his foster father's side and holding his hair back as the elf leaned frantically over the basin on the floor.
Elrond didn't have the presence of mind at the time to demand he be left alone. All he was aware of was the churning of his stomach and the fact that he felt terribly and indescribably in need of comfort. Indeed he felt like whimpering like an elfling as the galling acids burnt his throat and made his gasp.
"Ssh, it's all right," Aragorn soothed, close proximity allowing him to pick up on the hitched breath that came so close to a groan. He stroked the slender back besides him, shifting the weight of the dark hair to one hand.
"E-Estel?"
"I'm right here."
Elrond took a few deep, cleansing breathes- which might have been more cleansing if he hadn't still been leaning over the basin- and wrested back his control. Jerking away, he turned angry eyes on his son. "And I distinctly remember telling you to be anywhere but here. Why are you back?"
Aragorn looked a little sheepish.
Elrond knew what the unspoken explanation was. "You never left," he completed with a sigh, raising a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, "You stood outside the door, I suppose. It explains how you heard me, though I usually manage not to be quite so loud."
"Usually?" Aha! His Ada was looking rather worried now. If he hadn't been a serious and majestic Elf Lord, Aragorn would have expected him to shove his hands guiltily behind him and protest that he hadn't eaten the cookies, honest. "Ada? Is there something you are keeping from us?"
"No," Elrond said carefully, turning to head for his bathroom, "Call someone to clean that mess up, would you? I'd do it myself but I'm a little exhausted."
"Ada."
Elrond risked glancing back at the man, who was staring at him with penetrating eyes, his dark hair swirling messily around his determined face as he crossed his arms in that patient gesture that promised he could wait forever for the answers he wanted. And the Ranger only ever called him Ada in that special tone of voice on special occasions.
"Ada, you could tell me now, or I'll ride out to find Elladan and Elrohir and get them to come back. And once they are back, we'll gather everyone in your library including Glorfindel and Erestor, and hold a council of intervention on your behalf."
Elrond disappeared into the bathroom and Aragorn heard the sounds of water being disturbed.
"I can assure you it will be very unpleasant for you," Aragorn continued, a grave look on his face though he stopped himself approaching the door of the wash room, "Glorfindel will likely get excited and start yelling. Erestor will worry and follow you around like a nursemaid for the next two weeks. Elladan and Elrohir will be no better, and they'll probably refuse to go anywhere until you tell them what the matter is. Arwen will try anything to coax it out of you with patient reasoning and I myself will be forced to be everywhere you are if only to ensure that someone stops the horde from trampling over you in their eagerness to see you in good health."
Elrond reappeared with his hair wet and a cloth in his hands. His eyes were cold and calculating as they swept over Aragorn's face. He had obviously just dunked his entire head into the bath of cold water. The Ranger could see the shining beads of liquid catch the sunlight from the window and look like fiery diamonds in the dark hair.
"You paint a terrifying picture, young one," the elf finally sighed, "When did you become so persuasive?"
"I learnt from the best, Ada," Aragorn grinned, "You taught me yourself!"
A gruff 'hmmph' seemed to resonate in the pale throat before Elrond took himself to the chair near the window, sitting down with a sigh and swaying forward to drop his head in his hands as his eyes closed. Aragorn was with him in a minute, dropping a hand to his shoulder in silent comfort. Interestingly enough, Elrond sighed and leaned yearningly into the touch.
"Please tell us what's wrong," Aragorn pressed gently, tightening his grip as the shoulder stiffened beneath his fingers. "We want you healthy and happy, that's all."
Now how in the world was Elrond supposed to stand firm against that, shame or not? This was, after all, the child he had raised and taught and lectured and cuddled. The child... oh Valar, but he couldn't do this! And time was growing short. If he wanted to abort his pregnancy, he'd have to do it by the end of the week and he couldn't! Just couldn't! The potion was in a bottle in his office and he could barely force himself to go in there, knowing what he had to do. Unconsciously, he laid a hand on his flat stomach, trembling with the realization that life grew inside him, a life that could well destroy him and his family if it were to grow another few days.
"My Lord, Arwen said... Elrond!"
Elrond's head shot up, just in time to see a pair of bright blue eyes turn dark with worry. For the love of Elbereth, did Glorfindel have to come for him now? He sat up straighter, put his hand down and ruthlessly banished his fears for when he was alone. He got to his feet slowly, his robes flowing as he adjusted them properly and fixed an impatient grey eye on the anxious Glorfindel.
"Elrond, what happened? Is something wrong? Arwen said you fainted and then I find you here in this condition! Are you ill?"
Elrond said nothing, though he shook his head for a minute. A wild reasoning had gripped his brain. Perhaps he wouldn't have to blame himself for the death of this child... perhaps there were others who could take the blame. And what was more, perhaps... yes, perhaps he would be able to find some way around it! The others might know what to do.
Suddenly smiling a happier smile than anyone had seen for years, Elrond turned shining eyes to Aragorn. "Ion nin, perhaps you should send that rider to find Elladan and Elrohir. I have great need of my family's advice and I will not be at peace until they hear my news from my own lips. Glorfindel, you will attend too, will you not? And Erestor? You are not family, but we are close as brothers."
Glorfindel automatically took the hands held out to him. "I would certainly like to know why you're acting so strangely," he admitted, "Does it have aught to do with your mysterious ailment?"
Shockingly enough, the Lord of Imladris blushed- actually blushed to the tips of his ears- as he nodded somewhat wryly. "Yes, it has everything to do with it. And I must ask everyone's patience until then. I may be ill again tomorrow. But it is of no consequence and I will be better soon."
Glorfindel actually looked scared, but nodded his blond head, blinking as Elrond practically danced out of the room with an elvish song on his lips. Elrond singing? Elrond never sang! And if he did, it was a melancholy air of great sorrow or dignity; not that kind of gentle humming.
The Elf Lord turned to an equally bemused Aragorn, who was staring from his father's retreating back to the soiled basin still in the room. "I think we may have a problem," the man said quietly.
Disclaimer: Never claimed to have owned 'em, so please don't sue!
Author' Note: I've never read an Elrond mpreg in which Elrond gets pregnant, so I'm writing one. I thought it would be hilarious to see this doomsayer elf and unruffled lord put up with widening girth, swollen ankles and the ever-popular morning sickness. Heeheehee... I'm evil!
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"I'm fine," Elrond protested, feeling ridiculously terrified as his children hovered over him. Well, he should really have said 'child', since it was only Arwen and Estel was not, in fact, his child at all even though he had brought him up as his. And now Estel was in love with Arwen and if they really had been siblings... he shuddered to think of it.
"Ada, perhaps if you told us what was wrong," Arwen suggested delicately, pushing a dark strand of hair behind her father's ear, "We could help you."
"No!" Elrond didn't mean to shout, he really didn't. But his head was spinning.
Arwen flinched back and turned appealing eyes on Aragorn. The man shifted uncomfortably, but he had promised to make the offer- "Lord Elrond, maybe I can help. After all, you've trained me in the basic practises of the healer's craft. I might be able to- to..." silver eyes peeped up darkly at him from behind a very capable hand, "... to help?"
"Thank you," Elrond bit out, "But I would prefer some time alone to rest. I believe I am myself a healer? Well, let me take care of this." So saying, he went back to his hand and hid behind it, not willing to let them see just how weak he was feeling.
Arwen and Aragorn sent each other a despairing look. Arwen patted her father's shoulder one last time and they took their leave. It wasn't that they particularly wanted to leave him alone; just that they didn't know what else to do. After all, the Lord of Imladris did not just faint in corridors for no reason whatsoever! Come to that, elves in general did not faint anywhere for no reason whatsoever, and as they only ever fainted in illness-which was a dire situation indeed for the First Born- this was not boding well. But Lord Elrond was also very used to having his orders obeyed and disobeying them now would only excite him and quite possibly do him no good.
Aragorn took up a post just outside the door. "I'll stay here for a while in case anything happens," he promised, "Should he need help, I'll hear him."
Arwen nodded. "I will go see Glorfindel. He might perhaps know what is happening to Ada. At any rate, he can make him stop working so hard for a few days."
They shared another look, and Arwen departed, walking lightly away with a firm tread and a smooth swish of her gown.
Aragorn allowed himself to let his eyes worship her retreating back just that little bit more obviously, admiring the way her hair flowed down her back and the way her slender grace swayed as if imbued with the ethereal rhythm of the earth itself. The sounds of desperate retching interrupted his reverie.
Alarmed, Aragorn wasted no more time standing outside the door but bolted in, falling instantly to his foster father's side and holding his hair back as the elf leaned frantically over the basin on the floor.
Elrond didn't have the presence of mind at the time to demand he be left alone. All he was aware of was the churning of his stomach and the fact that he felt terribly and indescribably in need of comfort. Indeed he felt like whimpering like an elfling as the galling acids burnt his throat and made his gasp.
"Ssh, it's all right," Aragorn soothed, close proximity allowing him to pick up on the hitched breath that came so close to a groan. He stroked the slender back besides him, shifting the weight of the dark hair to one hand.
"E-Estel?"
"I'm right here."
Elrond took a few deep, cleansing breathes- which might have been more cleansing if he hadn't still been leaning over the basin- and wrested back his control. Jerking away, he turned angry eyes on his son. "And I distinctly remember telling you to be anywhere but here. Why are you back?"
Aragorn looked a little sheepish.
Elrond knew what the unspoken explanation was. "You never left," he completed with a sigh, raising a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, "You stood outside the door, I suppose. It explains how you heard me, though I usually manage not to be quite so loud."
"Usually?" Aha! His Ada was looking rather worried now. If he hadn't been a serious and majestic Elf Lord, Aragorn would have expected him to shove his hands guiltily behind him and protest that he hadn't eaten the cookies, honest. "Ada? Is there something you are keeping from us?"
"No," Elrond said carefully, turning to head for his bathroom, "Call someone to clean that mess up, would you? I'd do it myself but I'm a little exhausted."
"Ada."
Elrond risked glancing back at the man, who was staring at him with penetrating eyes, his dark hair swirling messily around his determined face as he crossed his arms in that patient gesture that promised he could wait forever for the answers he wanted. And the Ranger only ever called him Ada in that special tone of voice on special occasions.
"Ada, you could tell me now, or I'll ride out to find Elladan and Elrohir and get them to come back. And once they are back, we'll gather everyone in your library including Glorfindel and Erestor, and hold a council of intervention on your behalf."
Elrond disappeared into the bathroom and Aragorn heard the sounds of water being disturbed.
"I can assure you it will be very unpleasant for you," Aragorn continued, a grave look on his face though he stopped himself approaching the door of the wash room, "Glorfindel will likely get excited and start yelling. Erestor will worry and follow you around like a nursemaid for the next two weeks. Elladan and Elrohir will be no better, and they'll probably refuse to go anywhere until you tell them what the matter is. Arwen will try anything to coax it out of you with patient reasoning and I myself will be forced to be everywhere you are if only to ensure that someone stops the horde from trampling over you in their eagerness to see you in good health."
Elrond reappeared with his hair wet and a cloth in his hands. His eyes were cold and calculating as they swept over Aragorn's face. He had obviously just dunked his entire head into the bath of cold water. The Ranger could see the shining beads of liquid catch the sunlight from the window and look like fiery diamonds in the dark hair.
"You paint a terrifying picture, young one," the elf finally sighed, "When did you become so persuasive?"
"I learnt from the best, Ada," Aragorn grinned, "You taught me yourself!"
A gruff 'hmmph' seemed to resonate in the pale throat before Elrond took himself to the chair near the window, sitting down with a sigh and swaying forward to drop his head in his hands as his eyes closed. Aragorn was with him in a minute, dropping a hand to his shoulder in silent comfort. Interestingly enough, Elrond sighed and leaned yearningly into the touch.
"Please tell us what's wrong," Aragorn pressed gently, tightening his grip as the shoulder stiffened beneath his fingers. "We want you healthy and happy, that's all."
Now how in the world was Elrond supposed to stand firm against that, shame or not? This was, after all, the child he had raised and taught and lectured and cuddled. The child... oh Valar, but he couldn't do this! And time was growing short. If he wanted to abort his pregnancy, he'd have to do it by the end of the week and he couldn't! Just couldn't! The potion was in a bottle in his office and he could barely force himself to go in there, knowing what he had to do. Unconsciously, he laid a hand on his flat stomach, trembling with the realization that life grew inside him, a life that could well destroy him and his family if it were to grow another few days.
"My Lord, Arwen said... Elrond!"
Elrond's head shot up, just in time to see a pair of bright blue eyes turn dark with worry. For the love of Elbereth, did Glorfindel have to come for him now? He sat up straighter, put his hand down and ruthlessly banished his fears for when he was alone. He got to his feet slowly, his robes flowing as he adjusted them properly and fixed an impatient grey eye on the anxious Glorfindel.
"Elrond, what happened? Is something wrong? Arwen said you fainted and then I find you here in this condition! Are you ill?"
Elrond said nothing, though he shook his head for a minute. A wild reasoning had gripped his brain. Perhaps he wouldn't have to blame himself for the death of this child... perhaps there were others who could take the blame. And what was more, perhaps... yes, perhaps he would be able to find some way around it! The others might know what to do.
Suddenly smiling a happier smile than anyone had seen for years, Elrond turned shining eyes to Aragorn. "Ion nin, perhaps you should send that rider to find Elladan and Elrohir. I have great need of my family's advice and I will not be at peace until they hear my news from my own lips. Glorfindel, you will attend too, will you not? And Erestor? You are not family, but we are close as brothers."
Glorfindel automatically took the hands held out to him. "I would certainly like to know why you're acting so strangely," he admitted, "Does it have aught to do with your mysterious ailment?"
Shockingly enough, the Lord of Imladris blushed- actually blushed to the tips of his ears- as he nodded somewhat wryly. "Yes, it has everything to do with it. And I must ask everyone's patience until then. I may be ill again tomorrow. But it is of no consequence and I will be better soon."
Glorfindel actually looked scared, but nodded his blond head, blinking as Elrond practically danced out of the room with an elvish song on his lips. Elrond singing? Elrond never sang! And if he did, it was a melancholy air of great sorrow or dignity; not that kind of gentle humming.
The Elf Lord turned to an equally bemused Aragorn, who was staring from his father's retreating back to the soiled basin still in the room. "I think we may have a problem," the man said quietly.