PLEASE READ FIRST! Hi there! Esmeralda Vana here! OK here's the deal guys. This story is an mpreg. That means that guys can get pregnant. In this story, however, Legolas gets pregnant without having sex with anyone (which may seem really ultra weird, but I'll explain that) and, (cause this is my first mpreg and I wanted to give it a shot before I throw the whole slash element in there too). So, if mpregs freak you out, please don't read this and flame me. Nobody's holding a gun to your head and making you read something you don't agree with. I happen to think mpregs are a pretty cool idea, so I'm giving it a shot. So anywho, I'm also not making any money off of this. All charecters are soul property of our beloved J.R.R Tolkien (but he'd probably roll over in his grave if he saw this!) OK, I'll get off of my soap box now and let you enjoy the story. If you like, I'll add the next chapters! Thanks a ton! :)
Middle Earth was full of happiness and new beginnings. The ring had been destroyed, Aragorn had been crowned king of Gondor and had been married to Arwen, Éowyn and Faramir had been married as well, and most importantly, Middle Earth could finally begin to enjoy a time of peace.
On one particularly beautiful summer day, Legolas was out walking in one of the many wooded areas around Minas Tirith. He breathed in the fresh summer air and smiled happily. His long golden hair flowed in the gentle breeze. "Today is a good day to be alive," thought the Elf prince as he strolled.
As Legolas approached a clearing in the forest, a figure in a ragged brown cloak appeared in front of him. He held a bowl in his wrinkled hands and was uttering strange words into it. Legolas looked at him curiously. "Who on earth could this be?" he thought. Legolas cleared his throat and came up to the old man. "Pardon me?" Legolas said, tapping the man on the arm. The man jumped to his feet and looked at Legolas with round gray eyes. Legolas had obviously startled the old man from whatever it was that he was doing. The old man stared at Legolas with his stormy eyes. "I'm sorry to have scared you..." Legolas tried to apologize, but the man in the brown cloak interrupted him. "I wasn't supposed to be disturbed!" the mysterious man snapped in a dry, cracking voice. "I'm sorry..." Legolas tried to begin again. The man thrust a wrinkled hand into Legolas' face.
"You have no idea what you have just done!" the man screamed. "I wasn't supposed to be disturbed!" he ranted. Legolas tried to step away from the man, but it seemed as though his feet were cemented to the ground. The man's eyes began to roll back in his head. He thrust his other hand into Legolas' face and he began chanting. The chanting began quietly and got louder as the man continued. The ground under Legolas' feet began to shake and the air became thick with a yellow mist. As soon as it became difficult for the Elf to breathe through the yellow fog, the air cleared, the ground stopped shaking, and the chanting ceased. A smile cracked the man's wrinkled face. "Let's see how you like being disturbed!" he laughed maliciously. Normally, nothing frightened the young prince, but Legolas was so shaken by this occurrence he turned and fled from the forest, and he didn't stop running until he had reached the halls of Minas Tirith.
As the hall's door's swung open, Aragorn turned to see Legolas running at a full sprint toward the throne where he and his beautiful wife were seated. His Elven friend came to a screeching halt and took a second to catch his breath. "What's the matter, mellon nin?" Aragorn asked as he descended the stairs from his white chair. "What were you running from?" Arwen asked. Legolas told the story of the man he had encountered in the forest.
After listening to Legolas' story, Aragorn concluded that mysterious chanting, earth tremors, and yellow fog were nothing to be taken lightly. Aragorn stared at Legolas. The Elf was doubled over and still panting. "How are you feeling at the moment?" Aragorn asked Legolas. "I'm having... trouble...catching...my breath," Legolas gasped. It took a lot to cause Legolas to be breathless, and Aragorn knew it wasn't his run from the forest that was to be blamed. "Let's get you into your bed, Legolas, and once you're there I'll examine you," Aragorn said as he took Legolas' arm. Legolas tried to protest, but he was becoming dizzier by the second. Without warning, Legolas passed out in Aragorn's arms.
Legolas awoke minutes later in the king's guestroom. His tunic had been removed and a wet cloth was cooling his forehead. As his vision refocused, Aragorn's concerned face came into view. He attempted to ask what had happened, but Aragorn put a finger to his lips. "Hush for a moment, mellon nin," the King whispered as he reapplied the cool cloth to Legolas' brow. Aragorn then continued poking and prodding him and checking his pulse. Aragorn listened to Legolas' heartbeat and made sure that his breathing had finally regulated itself.
"Well, Legolas, I can't find anything wrong with you physically, but that crazed old man must have done something wrong. He wouldn't have created some tiny earthquake and yellow mist if he didn't intend for something to happen. Let me go find Gandalf and ask him. I'm sure he'll know what the spell meant." Legolas nodded as he watched Aragorn exit the room. Dread overcame Legolas, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Something was seriously wrong with him, he knew it. Whatever that old man had done to him was definitely not good.
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