Note: Legolas is pregnant (shock) and is on his way to Imladris because his nasty father has banished him from Mirkwood because Legolas has brought 'shame' to his realm. Leggy is going to seek help from Elrond (who gradually falls for the prince) and eventually gives birth. (The child is Elrond's anyway, they got drunk, you get the drill)
Another note: Eramellin is the daughter of Elrond, who was born by Elrond himself and the father (the other) died. He was the rival to Sauron, a very powerful magical Elf, unnatural maybe (giggles) and the child inherits all of her father's abilities, both, only stronger than before, unknown to her of course and she's a tiny bit savage! *Laughs*. Anyways, I hope this turns out ok? If not, I wrote it to keep myself amused ^-^






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"ELLADAN!!!!" came I very loud bellow from the Hall of Fire and the sound of feet stomping hard into the tiles, a few cracks were heard too. Elrond sank even further down into his huge elf-eating armchair and whimpered. His oh-so-extremely-dangerous daughter was annoyed again. This was the 5th time this morning and he was damned if he was going to get involved in this particular escapade. Oh yes, this one had both her father's tempers but almost 10 times nastier. 'Why did I have to get pregnant with that? Any child is amazing, yes, but when it turns out like this, it's just torture that never ends!' the Lord thought and hid his face in his hands as he heard the sound of footsteps running towards the hall. Elladan was running towards his soon-to-be death.

"Yes dear sister?" the twin asked, trying his hardest not to look terrified but more innocent, it didn't work. He got balls of fire and poisoned arrows shot at him through his sister's glare. She growled, 'oh no, please, if you really are as nice as everyone says you are, Elbereth, stop her from ripping his hair out or even brutally attacking him again. Elrohir hasn't recovered from his attack three weeks ago!' Elrond thought as he heard her hiss and stamp her foot again, this time, the tile she hit shattered. 'That's 15 in the last 3 minutes,' Elrond sank down even further in his armchair and waited for it… '3…2…1…unleash the devil', he peered over his hands and saw her point and glare.
 

"YOU NASTY LITTLE INCONSIDERATE PIECE OF BALROG PUKE!" she screamed and lunged forward, throwing Elladan to the ground and sitting on him, nose-to-nose, red eyes-to-grey eyes. 'Red eyes? Oh by the Valar, not today! I've had the yellow, the orange, the white, the green, the blue, the grey, the black and the violet…not the red as well! Pure nastiness!' the Lord thought and mentally stabbed Sauron. 'Motherfucker! Note to self: stop swearing, makes you sound like a human!' he was shocked at his choice of words but carried on, 'why the hell did you have to kill her Ada? Hmm? Anyone else, yeah, not him! He was like this; he'd be able to stop her from killing by son. Bastard, I'll give you the most evilest Wedgie on this side of Middle-Earth if I ever get my hands on you Sauron!' he glared at the ceiling and watched in horror as his child beat the life out of her brother. The poor sod was out cold from fear. His face was now scratched, bleeding, his hair was a mess, his nose was broken, a black eye, broken fingers, possibly broken ribs and, well, basically battered all over, purple, green, yellow and blue bruises on every inch of his skin. Oh yes, this child was the most nastiest thing in Middle-Earth when angered but the nicest when pleased.

"Pray tell, what did he do to encounter that horrific beating my child?" Elrond squeaked from his cave in the chair. His daughter shot her eyes from the unconscious from under her to her father and growled low in her throat, bearing her teeth before answering,

"Ada, I swear, if either one of them pulls another prank on me again, they'll lose use of their legs for good. First, shredding my clothes, then, placing a bucket of honey and urine above my door so when I walk through, I get a shower, and then this!" she screamed before pulling the hood off her tunic and revealed something that made Elrond nearly cry. They'd cut her hair so short that she looked like an Orc. Her long thigh-length deep red hair was gone! 'Oh my sweet Lord!' Elrond tried to get up but couldn't. The only thing that made her like her father the most was the hair.

"MY HAIR!" she screamed before slapping Elladan one last time and stood up, pulling out a long braid of hair from her pocket. Elrond whined and eventually got up, taking the braid from her and stared into her eyes, now emerald, like her fathers. Elrond smiled sadly and cupped her cheek,

"My child, you know, it will grow back. What with you being you, it should be back to its normal length within four days. Hopefully before then." He said with a warm smile and getting a smile in return. She turned to leave for her room, where she could hide for the next few days, only to come back and kick Elladan in the side and walk silently away. Elrond shook his head and slipped the braid into his pocket before picking up his battered son, laughing to himself, 'you did this to yourself', he thought and headed off towards the Healing Halls, where Elrohir was. Elrond smiled, trying to imagine the horror stricken look on his youngest son when the mirror of him was carried in. Elrohir was much more worse off than Elladan was now when his daughter had gotten hold of him. Poor boys. Yes, this child was dangerous, and even that was an understatement. Being the child of the most powerful Elf in Middle-Earth history and being the child of one of the most powerful Elves still in Middle-Earth, she was definitely the one, alone, who could kill Sauron with a slap and rule Middle-Earth, but he'd never tell her that, oh no. 'My dear Eramelyn, your child is mean.' Elrond smiled as he neared his destination.

"Ada, 'tis good to see yo…ARGH!" Elrohir screamed so high pitched that Elrond thought the windows might shatter, 'now, tiles I can deal with, but the windows too? Oh please be nice!' he thought as he lay Elladan down in the next bed, turning around, he clamped his right hand over his youngest sons mouth to muffle the screams.

"BY THE VALAR, SHUT UP!" and Elrohir did. Smiling, Elrond set to work on his newly battered child, stripping him of his blooded clothes before patching the poor Elf up. Elrohir sat up in his bed, knees to his chest with the sheets pulled so far up him that only his huge eyes, forehead and hair could be seen.

"There we are…" the Lord smiled and tucked Elladan in. the Elven Lord had quick working hands when they were needed. Slowly, he took the towels and small bowl of bloody water over to the basin and cleaned them out, a small eep made him stop and turn around, leaning on the side, folding his arms over his chest to look at a frightened Elrohir.

"And you two are supposed to be the mighty warriors of Rivendell? Look at the pair of you! Ridiculous!" Elrond said while shaking his head and sighing.

"Did…did she do that to him?" Elrohir asked quietly, not taking the terrified stare from his twins still body. Elrond smiled slightly.

"Ai, Eramellin did that to him. Pity, he brought it on himself this time so don't you even think about seeking revenge because I'm not having you end up in here again! Understand?" with a nod from his son, he nodded back in reply and left in search of some food. He had gone to eat something before but Eramellin had blown her fuse and trashed the plates and glasses. Oh how his daughter annoyed him was beyond belief but what could he do? Raise his voice? She could raise it louder. Slap her out of it? No, she'd slap him harder. Send her to Lothlorién for a month? No, Celeborn nearly committed suicide last time. What could he do? Nothing, absolutely nothing. Ah well, she wasn't too bad. Her personality, her anger, her eyes, her hair…everything about her was her father. Both of them. Elrond's slyness and smart knowledge and a lot of other qualities. Eramelyn's hair, temper, eyes colour changes, power, dangerous side, magical side, childish nature and laugh…maybe that's why he named her after him? No, couldn't possibly be that. Elrond smirked to himself and jumped slightly when he heard a faint smashing sound. 'I knew that vase wouldn't last five seconds in her room if she saw it!' He sighed, 'tiles, vases, plates, mirrors, small windows, glasses, bowls and a few statues and the next thing will be…?' he smirked slightly at that thought. What would his child smash next?

As the Lord walked back towards the Hall again, he found himself grinning again as he heard a scream and some banging. As he sat down in his elf-eating armchair again, he saw small puddles of blood on the floor from earlier, 'must get that cleaned up' he thought and with grace, Glorfindel walked in and stopped in mid step once he noticed the blood and shook his head.

"Who was it this time?" he asked as he pulled a small cushioned stool up beside Elrond and sat on it. The Lord huffed and looked at his friend.

"Elladan." He simply said and went back to resting him chin in his upturned hand, very un-Lord like. Glorfindel smirked slightly before sighing and looking his Lord over suspiciously.

"I wonder…what did he do exactly?" he asked as he reached for two apples that Eramellin hadn't killed. He handed one to his Lord who took it with a smile.

"While she slept, he cut her hair off. So short that she looks like an Orc! She's going to be in her room for the next few days until it grows back to it's original length. It was his own fault, how he thought he'd get away with it, I'll never know!" he said before taking a much desired bite from his apple and munched it. Glorfindel shook his head, cutting her hair? Yes, the child deserved a beating for that. Just as the blond was about to say something to his friend, the Elf in hand slowly walked across the length of the hall to her father, cloak in place so that it hid her face from view. The only way they could see it was her was the fact that she had deep blue leggings and a light blue tunic on, belt, black soft-soled boots, quiver and bow and her knives and sword at her side. Doing a slight bow to acknowledge Glorfindel, she raised her head just a little so Elrond could see a smirk.   
   

"Ada, I'm going for a ride. I'll be back by night fall I promise!" she said before leaning down, kissing her father's cheek and cupping his chin in her thumb, index and middle finger, she leant her head down so far so she could lock eyes with him, grey to green. He smiled and nodded before she smiled back and walked away, cloak flowing behind her as it dragged along the floor.
 

"Bye Lord Glorfindel!" she called as she rounded the Hall doors and disappeared out of view.

"Bye Eramellin…" turning to Elrond, he smiled, "She seems somewhat cheerful my friend. I wonder, will she really be going riding? Why would one need all of those weapons for a simple ride?" he said with a light smirk. Elrond contemplated that for a few moments and slowly lifted his forehead from its resting place on his index and middle finger to meet a knowing gaze. Elrond looked horror struck as he bolted up out of his chair and ran like the wind towards the stables. She was not going riding at all! She was probably going to go hunting in Lothlorién and do Celeborn's head in by shooting at Haldir or ride to Mordor again and shoot Orcs and Uruk-Hai while trying not to get killed. Not today, she can go on border patrol for a while if she wanted to do something.

"ERAMELLIN!!!! ERAMELLIN!!!!" Elrond screamed as he ran through the front doors only to see her about to ride out of the gates of Rivendell. Obviously confused, she turned the horse around and faced her father. Dismounting as he ran at her, she realised what was going on. 'Ruin my fun why don't you?' her mind said sarcastically. Sighing, she walked half way to meet her father and a very amused looking Glorfindel; 'I'll have you all in good time, old one, all in good time.'

"Yes Ada?" she said while turning her head slightly, cocking her head slightly and raising an eyebrow. Just like her fathers did.

"You…are…not…going…riding my…child!" he choked out while trying to catch his breath, bending over to rest his hands on his bent knees. Looking up from his face, Eramellin saw Glorfindel smirking at her and lifting her face so high so her could see the smirk she held, she mouthed, 'I'll have you my friend, don't you worry.' And his smile quickly disappeared.
 

"And why not?" she said a little to stubbornly for his liking. 'Don't get annoyed, please!' his mind screamed as he straighten himself up and looked at her the best he could, he let out a long breath of air before answering as nicely as he could,

"Simply because you are not going riding are you? One doesn't go off riding with all of that…" he said while gesturing to her weaponry with his hand, "if you really want something to do, seeing as your brothers are somewhat unable to attend to it, patrol the boarders." He said and closed his eyes momentarily as he waited for her to explode again, 'this will be the 6th time today, not at all good.'

"Ada…" came a short whine before silence and then a sigh of defeat, "Fine! I'll do that! I'll be home before night fall as I said." And with that, she mounted and rode off in a fast gallop, trails of dust and her cloak spraying out behind her as she rode off over the bridge and out of sight. Elrond simply watched for a few seconds before turning on his heels and walking back up to the house with his friend at his side.
 

"My Lord! I have never seen you run that fast in months. I recall, that last time you ran that fast was to stop her from doing something equally as sneaky as this." The blond said and the Lord chuckled at it. Yes it was true, he only ever ran like that usually because of her. What a bundle of trouble.



It was raining, hard. Dark as well. Eramellin was in a sulky mood and that only caused bad weather.

'Patrolling these boarders is pants! Reminder to myself: stop beating the twins up. I wonder…what shall I find out here that I could possibly kill or beat up? Or maybe even scare out of its wits? OH!' Eramellin smirked and slowly lowered herself behind a low bush to watch her newfound victim. She'd left her horse somewhere behind her to munch on grass for a while, one short whistle and it'd be back. As the rider came into a more even view, she almost giggled out loud in excitement. Oooh what fun it was to sneak up on new visitors and scare the hell out of them, most of them wouldn't go near her afterwards or simply turned their horse around and bolted home. Pity.

As the rider came into the range of 20 feet, she eyed the saddle for some sort of marking, to see where they had ridden from. This rider had a long brown cloak on, boots that she could see and a few bags and weapons, a bow, 'Elf' she thought and lowered herself even more. They were soaked as was their horse and didn't look too happy. 'Maybe I shouldn't jump on this one, they seem upset,' and with that she slowly backed away and made it seem as though she had just come out of the trees behind her, walking slowly over to them.

"Halt! What business do you seek in order to cross these boarders into Rivendell?" she said, hood in place so they couldn't see her face. 'Bloody rain!' she thought as water dribble down her back. The rider stopped abruptly, obviously being caught in some sort of daydream, and turned their head towards her. Whoever this was, dismounted and Eramellin, underneath her cloak, wrapped a hand around the hilt of her sword. Slowly, they removed their hood and bowed slightly.

"I am Legolas of Mirkwood. I seek out the Lord of the Valley. I am sorry if I caused any dangerous implied sense to you, forgive my foolishness." He said with another bow and before he could say anything else, he was pounced on.

"Do not be sorry Legolas!! 'Tis great to see you again!" letting Legolas out of her vice like grip, she stood back and bowed slightly too and whistled, her horse trotted out of the trees and stomped it's foot.

"Oh don't be so prissy! You're just like me! Come, we have to get Legolas inside, he's all wet from my bad mood." She said with a slight chuckle as she mounted.

"Ai, Eramellin! Before I see your father, may I speak with you first? You know, about why I am here? I can't tell Elrond that just yet, I don't think I have the courage to. Is that all right with you? And where are the Twins?" he asked as he mounted and both spurred the horses into a light trot up the bank. She snorted and shook her head.

"Yes Legolas, I have told you before, got a problem and don't want Ada to know…tell me! And the Twins are in the Healing Halls, recovering from the beatings I gave them, why?" she smirked, he knew she was smirking. He chuckled and shook his head also.

"Thank you. And pray tell, what did they do?" he asked.

"Well, Elrohir has been there for three weeks after he placed a bucket of honey and urine above my door and waited for me to get drenched in it. He began to laugh and I found him and beat him senseless. Elladan, last night, while I slept, cut my hair off so I got him this morning and I do believe he is still unconscious. How do I know it was him? Simply because he left his cloak on my chair and the fact that only the twins dare do something like that, Elrohir is not fit to walk yet, leaving my victim." Legolas was shocked at the hair thing and stared at her. Slowly, she pulled the hood down to show him the evidence, and truth be told, it was staring to grow back, she more hair now than she did earlier. It came down to the tip of her ears in an even line around her head. She looked extremely weird and male. Legolas had to suppress and shriek as she began to cover it back up again, now coming over the bridge. They rode in a soft silence in the rain until they rode underneath the main balcony above the main gates to the House. Dismounting their horses and nodding to a stable-wait to take them off, they hugged their cloaks tight around them and ran for the front doors. Once they had gotten inside, into the warmth, Eramellin quickly grabbed Legolas by the hands and ran off, dragging him alone, towards her rooms.
 

"What are you--"

"Shhhhh! You told me you wanted to talk to me first, here's your chance…" she shut her door and walked over to the fire, added some wood and kick started it with a spark off her knives. Her bedchambers were in the next room, good job really, it was a mess!

"Well, ok then, where to start?" she took Legolas' cloak and draped it over the chair near the fire to let it dry, doing the same with her own cloak. She sat down on a pile of cushions and motioned for the young Prince to do the same.

"Start at the beginning, most of us do." She smiled and settled down for his story. Legolas sighed and got comfortable before staring at her hair for a while, gathering his wits, he blushed slightly and began to talk.

"Ok, can you remember the night when you and the twin's had come back from a protection-battle a few miles from the boarders?" she nodded, "and your father, myself, Glorfindel and Erestor had thought you to be dead, not the twins because they had come back a few hours before you had?" she nodded again, a small smile as well, "Well, that night, we all got pretty drunk on you father's wine when we celebrated the victory and your life, Valar knows how you survived on your own. The twins had thought you to be right behind them, but you fell off your horse and got knocked unconscious in the rain, thank the heavens you survived. You know, have done for a years, that I have extreme feelings for your father and that night, when we were both drunk, he admitted under the influence of alcohol, that the feelings were mutual…" he sighed and took the glass of water that Eramellin had poured him, having one herself, "And one thing led to another…" the huge grin on her face made him blush, "…yes, that kind of thing."

"So, I do not see a problem there. Why did you tell me that and not my father, are you scared he does not remember? I think he does! Every time your name is mentioned or that night, he goes crimson and coughs and says some terrible excuse to leave, usually running off when he thinks he's out of sight."  She smirked into her glass before sipping at it, a gleam in her eyes as if to say 'I know what you've been up to Elf'. Legolas blushed and shook his head; she smiled as if to say 'carry on'.

"Well, that is not the point, this is…as I told you a few years into our friendship, in my family, the males have 'the gift', you know…" he hoped that she remembered and by the soft look on her face she knew what he was going on about, "Well, when your father and I, well, yes, um, I didn't know that I have the gift and thus, I have ended up with child. My father has banished me, saying that I have shamed the family and his realm…h-he does n-not know who t-the father is y-yet, thank V-Valar for t-that!" he began to sob and lowered his face to the cushions. Feeling two fingers lifted his chin up, he looked right into huge, green eyes showing him love and faith and not rejection and hate like he thought he'd see, that's what his father had looked like before he banished him.

Eramellin enveloped Legolas in a warm embrace and held him close, stroking his hair, "Shhhhh Leggsie, at least you're not showing yet so we can some how think of way to break this to Ada before he notices a bump. Besides, you know he knows what it feels like, after all, he gave birth to me! I'll talk to him and then I'll go to Mirkwood and talk to your father, I'm sure he only said the words he said, like banishing, in the heat of the moment…I'll make him see sense, you know I will. I'll be here for you, by your side, I promise you," she said into his hair before kissing the top of his head. 

"Really?" he sniffled and she lifted her pinkie finger to his and locked it.

"I'll be here forever Leggsie, I won't leave you, I swear." They shook pinkies and just sat by the fire, chatting and cuddling. Legolas felt safe; there was always something about Elrond's daughter that felt safe. As if, when you are with or around her, nothing bad will happen to you. Her rooms felt safe, as one would walk through her door, there was the fire to the left with a large Oak door on the same wall, her desk and window on the far wall and her wardrobe on the right with an archway hidden by a drape that led into her bedchambers. She had numerous things dotted here and there, pictures she had drawn of her brothers, Arwen and her father, even one of the Lord and Lady of the Woods and one of Legolas too. He knew, unlike her, that the Lord and Lady of the Woods held her as their granddaughter but did not want to tell her until she went Lothlorién in a more un-hyperactive mood. Her rooms were warm, light browns, reds, yellows, oranges, greens and creams and Legolas sometimes whished he could just stay in there forever, his safe haven.

"I promise too, Mellie!" she hugged him closer and kissed his forehead before bouncing to her feet to look at her hair in the mirror, for the first time as she didn't know what it looked like now, only what it looked like when she woke up. Slowly and cautiously, she wandered over to the mirror and held her breath before her face came into view and she let out an extremely loud growl and screamed.

"It's still too short!!!" her hair was growing fast, faster than her father had thought as it was now to her shoulders. Still, it was way too short for her liking as she was used to it being thigh length! Fuming, she spun on her heels and went to the door, "I'm going to go and show Elrohir what his other-half has done, and you are welcome to come with me mellon-nîn or would you rather sleep in here?" she asked lightly, her eyes fixed onto Legolas' blue ones. She could read him like a book and he truly didn't mind.

"Sleep…please?" he yawned and quickly covered his mouth, he forgot who he was with. Eramellin laughed at him and walked back over, holding out her hand, which he took and pulled him up on to his feet. Smiling, she dragged him into her bedchambers and smirked again.

"You shall sleep in here Ai' atar. Don't complain, just go to sleep and I shall return shortly." She said with a quick kiss on the cheek and she was out of the room and already going out the door when Legolas finally registered what just happened. Sighing, he sat down on her bed, lay down and began to dozed off quickly, hoping to dream of pleasant things when he thought he'd have nightmares. The twins would come into her room when she slept if they had had a nightmare, because if Elladan had one, Elrohir would get it too, likewise with the other, and so they would slip through the joining door, shut it quietly and sneak into her room and get into bed on either side of her, one would face her and the other would spoon up behind and sleep. They never had nightmares while they slept with her and she had only ever had one in her whole life. Something about that Elf made everyone feel at ease and safe from anything nasty, such as dreams. She had, Legolas noticed before he drifted off, little web shaped things on the ceiling and walls and one in the window, jewels and beads in them…Eramellin called them 'Dream Catchers'. 'I'll have to ask her to explain those to me when she gets back' he thought before being consumed by light dreams. He wished, sometimes, that he were her brother, being able to do what the twin's do.
 

'I will protect you with my life, Leggsie, no one will hurt you, ever, not while I'm here…I'll protect you until the day I die. You have my word' here voice echoed in his head.

"But do you still hold to that?" he asked himself quietly, knowing she could hear his thoughts because of who she was, yet she had never explained to him 'who' she was.

'To that I hold!' Legolas smiled and thought of clouds.



I KNOW, thought of clouds, what is wrong with me?! Ok then, well, that was…………you decide. I wrote it, I can't say what I thought, or can I? Hmmm? ANNNYYYYWWWAYYYYS, will you review? Will you? I have part of chpt.2 already and I'll finish it and post it if you *want* it! And if you didn't already guess, Eramellin is added, not real. :D cheerio people! REVIEW PLEASE! *Begs* oh my, I am desperate! Lmao