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Hello. I promised a sequel to Happily Ever After and here it is. Along side this i will continue to update Hope and Once Upona Time.

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Aragorn's point of View:

I was having a dream, a very nice dream in fact, and it all revolved around the gorgeous Legolas. The dream Legolas was wearing very, very little in the way of clothing, in fact if it comes to that neither am I. I was just reaching for him when the shrill cries of two hungry children filledthe air and the dream was ruined.

I could hear Legolas roll over, yawning loudly. Once more I am thankful that Legolas is the only one of us who is able to feed our children. It meant that I did not have to get up properly.

The dream comes gently back as I close my eyes. Nearly naked Legolas, that sounds nice. Legolas and I have had so very little time together, or on our own for that matter, since the children were born. Legolas was so exhausted after the birth and then he had to feed them. Just so little spare time.

It seems so long ago that everything happened. First those Devils Sowlin and Frandra spreading their evil, then Drowlin; picking up where they left off and now the twins. It seems so surreal, but I would not change my life for anything.

I am just so glad that I do not have get up for the night time feeds.

Legolas point of view:

The twins are three days already. All Aragorn does is complain about his lack of sleep. I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from snapping at him and reminding him that I am the one went through the pain of labour and had the children that I am the one who has to get up five times a night to make absolutely sure that they are alright and to feed them.

When the healers told me about wet nurses, I refused to hand my children over to them. I want to nurse them myself. While I produce milk, I will carry on feeding them. It just feels so right that I do this for Laireloth and Estalado. Already I love my children so much.

Aragorn claims to be upset that I have a greater bond with our children, but he will not listen, or is not willing to listen, when I say that if he changed the diapers feed them and carried them to; then maybe he to would be close.

I know he loves our son and daughter, so I know that in time we will have the perfect family.

So why is it that he only complains about his lack of sleep, when all he does is snore as he is doing right now?

Normal point of view:

Legolas groaned loudly as is husband tried to shake him awake. "Legolas, it is morning, the morning meal will be ready in a minute. You need to wake up."

Legolas sat up and met Aragorn's grey eyes.

Aragorn tried to kiss him, but Legolas moved swiftly away and went to greet their children. "Hello, my Darlings." Picking up Laireloth he quickly changed the nappy and dressed her in a soft pink cotton robe before moving on to Estalado. By the time he was finished with the twins Aragorn was nagging at him to hurry up.

Finally, Legolas had had enough and snapped at Aragorn. "Elbereth, Aragorn, enough! Just take the twins and go down to the hall. I will meet you there." He tiredly rubbed his eyes, not turning around as Aragorn left the chamber.

Legolas finished getting ready, he then crossed to mirror. Suddenly a memory hit him, one that took his breath away. He saw himself in front of a mirror, smashing it with his elbow. An old memory from two years ago, that still haunted him.

Legolas slumped to the floor, the weight of the memories too much for him, holding his left hand holding on to his right wrist. Looking down he could see the faint white scars on his wrist. "Why do I feel like this?" He shakily stood, leaning his forehead against the cool surface.

Once he had gathered himself, he looked at his reflection and was shocked at what he saw reflecting back.

The Elf that looked back him resembled him and yet he looked nothing like him. His long blond hair seemed dull and dimmed, quite unlike the glowing, floating creation it normally was. His hair was still slightly shorter in some places courtesy of Rohans Lords and his ears were missing. Actually, only the tips of his ears were missing. The spell that Gandalf had performed on them could not fool a mirror or any reflective surface. Neither did they work on a person who already knew about Legolas' mutilated ears.

Legolas grimaced and pulled his hair forward to cover his ears. Pulling on a brown tunic along with black leggings, Legolas made his was down to the Great Hall, where he fully expected the twins to be eagerly waiting for their morning meal.

He had at first been very embarrassed about feeding the twins from his slightly raised chest, but his family, including Faramir and Eowyn had put him at ease about him.

Legolas had taken to wearing very long and loose; he normally hated these robes, all the time. He had decided that they were the best thing to hide his still slightly swollen stomach and his more than prominent chest.

Once Laireloth had had her fill and been expertly winded he handed her to Elladan before accepting Estalado from Elrond and settling back once more settled down to feeding him.

"When do you expect your family to arrive, Legolas?" Elladan asked between cooing to his niece.

"I do not know. I would not expect them for at least a few more days. Even then I have no idea who is coming. If they all come there will be no one to look after Eryn Lasgalen." Legolas looked down hearted, he missed his family; Elrohir took Estalado from his Naneth.

Elrond smile at the twins antics as they played with the younger twins. Laughing Legolas shifted his robes back into place and slowly began to eat the pieces of fruit that were lying ready on a platter in front of him.

Aragorn smiled at his husband and they both felt the tension leave them. For days neither had smiled at the other and both were tired and irritable.

Legolas continued to laugh, delighted at the faces the elder twins were pulling at the babies.

Elrond watched all of this and decided to broach a subject that until know had been stirred clear of, none wanted to upset the Prince and this could very well upset him

"Aragorn, Legolas have you given any thought as to how you are to your children?" He tried to sound casual.

Aragorn looked in puzzlement at his foster father. "We are their parent's Ada; I would have thought you knew that by their birth."

Legolas though understood clearly what the older Elf was discreetly asking. "Aragorn, I think that what Lord Elrond is trying to ask is if we are both to be called Ada or will I be called Naneth. Is that correct, my Lord?"

"Yes, Legolas, it is and I ma sorry if I have offended you."

Legolas gave a smile to let him know no offence had been taken. Aragorn meanwhile was still worried. "We never thought of that!" At Legolas' quirked eyebrow and look of amusement he quantified. "I never thought of that."

"I have, though. I have always felt that children should have a Naneth. I never really knew mine I want my children to have theirs. I would be happy and proud to be called their Naneth."

Elladan and Elrohir looked as if they would take this chance to tease Legolas about his comment, but were cut off by the arrival of the Hobbits, Gimli and Gandalf.

"Do you see, Aragorn? All that fussing about being late and we were not even the last to arrive at the table!" Legolas' smile was bright.

At that moment Laireloth began to cry. Aragorn took her, trying to calm her back into sleep. Hearing his sister cry, Estalado began to cry too. Legolas dealt with him, watched by a multitude of Uncles and Aunts, both real and adopted and one very proud Grandfather.

Legolas began to softly sing a lullaby, one so well know from his childhood. Aragorn felt his daughter calm in his arms and soon both she and her brother were lying contentedly asleep.

Legolas stood gently taking the two babies in his arms and made to take them to their chambers and settle them down. He stopped as he passed Aragorn and placed a gentle kiss on his lips whispering. "I Love you and I am so sorry for snapping at you."

Aragorn smile gently and replied. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Melleth."

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