Hi, guys! I think I've been doing a pretty good job updating this story! It's pretty bad, considering I've been neglecting my other story. I just haven't be feeling Harry/Daphne Greegrass lately. I need to get back my enthusiasm! I've been more into Snape/Hermione. I have a few other fics if you want to check them out! :) Also, I like the way that this chapter came out. There's sex! Just a warning... LOL... I don't own anything, including the lyrics to Scarborough Fair! I reccomend listening to the Sarah Brightman version, because that's what I was listening to when I wrote this!
CHAPTER EDITED FOR CONTENT.
"Hail the victorious dead!"
They raised their goblets and shouted in agreement. Luna smiled as she caressed her belly. Legolas looked longingly towards the group of men huddled by the keg of ale. Luna touched her hand to his shoulder.
"Go. Enjoy yourself."
"I cannot just leave you alone like that."
"It's fine. I'll stay with Aragorn," Luna said, patting the dark haired man's shoulder lightly. "Now go."
Legolas left reluctantly and joined Gimli and some Rohirrim in their drinking contest.
Luna smiled at Aragorn and in Sindarin she began, "I don't think he has enough fun. After this is all over, please bring him out to do things that are fun."
Aragorn chuckled, "You should have heard Legolas these last few weeks since we left Imaldris."
"What do you mean?"
"He has told us all about how wonderful his wife is. In fact, I believe that he managed to get the entire Fellowship to fall in love with a maiden that most of them have never met."
"Really?" she asked before laughing, "I do love him very deeply."
They both stared at each other before Luna broke the silence.
"Listen, Aragorn, I know that you wanted my sister to leave with our people. I have doubts that she will do this. She is quite confident that we are going to win and that you will live. I agree with her. Why do you insist she leave so adamantly? What about your love?"
"I love her like no other. I want her to leave to protect her. I would miss her, more than anything in the world. But if she was safe, I would endure any torture."
They came to a silent agreement. She touched her belly.
"May I?" he asked.
She smiled and nodded. She took his hand and placed it where he was most likely to feel a kick. Soon enough, the babe kicked and Aragorn grinned.
"Legolas talks about the child all the time. He is very proud to become a father."
"He should be. He will be an excellent role model for our children."
Out of the corner of her eye, Luna spied the shield maiden of Rohan. She wondered for a moment whether she should leave, and soon decided it was in her best interest to stay. Aragorn looked uncomfortable in the blonde's presence. No doubt for the cause that the mortal's affections were pushed onto a man without interest.
"Luna… Hi."
Luna smiled incoherently.
"I see that the dress fits you," Éowyn said conversationally.
"Yes," Luna agreed, "I fixed it a bit. This child does make it quite difficult to fit into dresses." The two observed the long white dress she wore. It was scoop-necked with flowing sleeves. On it was an intricate silver pattern of flowers that framed her heavily swollen belly perfectly.
The three stood in an uncomfortable silence. Éowyn looked at Luna with a glint in her eyes.
"Where's Legolas?"
"Oh, he's off playing a drinking game. Over there, I believe. Look at him! Isn't he marvelous? He's such a wonderful man."
Aragorn snorted. Luna shot him a look.
"You two are exactly alike. Always blabbering about each other."
"Well, soul mates tend to do that. It happens."
"I realize that, Luna."
"Will you promise to come visit, Aragorn?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well after we've won the war," skeptical looks, "Legolas is going to become King, and I don't think we will be able to leave much. And you see; the baby will be born soon. Isn't that brilliant? What should we name him? Maybe we should name him after you, Aragorn. Everyone does love you so much!"
Aragorn shook his head, while laughing silently.
"What? I think you have strong name."
"But Luna, what if he wants to name his own children after himself?" Éowyn questioned mischievously.
"Oh no. Aragorn isn't nearly arrogant enough to do that."
They stared at each other.
"Well," began Luna, "I will see you soon." She shot a look to Legolas, "I'm going to go make sure my husband can stand. Bye, now." She kissed Aragorn's cheek and waddled away.
"How do you know her?" Éowyn asked Aragorn. She already knew of course, but she wanted to hear him say it.
"She is the daughter of the family that raised me. She's married to my best friend."
"Sing!" called Legolas cheerfully. "Show them your song. Allow them to listen to your song!"
Luna stared at Legolas. "Legolas, I don't think-"
"Please!"
She sighed and nodded.
"Luna is going to sing!"
"Sonarus,"
From her mouth came a song that warmed the soul and yet cooled the heart. It was beautiful.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine.
Tell him to make a cambric shirt.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needlework.
Then he'll be a true love of mine.
Tell him to find me an acre of land.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between salt water and the sea strands
Then he'll be a true love of mine.
Tell him to reap me a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather.
Then he'll be a true love of mine.
Are you going to Scarborough fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there.
He once was a true love of mine.
The pub was silent before they erupted into a loud applause and cheer. Luna blushed deeply before bowing as far as she was able.
"See!" he claimed, "Look at her! Isn't she swell? And look! I'm having a child! An heir!" he grinned, "Have I told you lately that I love you?"
The other men nodded.
Gimli gurgled in mirth, "Good job, laddie. Excellent for a young princeling."
"She's going to be as beautiful as her mother. Isn't she lovely? Everyone loved my wife. I love my wife. I love you."
Luna smiled and then sighed before hauling her husband back towards their chambers.
The two cuddled together and Legolas rested off his drunkenness with the night.
Pippin cried softly next to Luna.
"Pippin… Do not worry. You will see Merry again. I assure you. Do not despair, little hobbit."
He gave a watery smile, "I always make the wrong decisions!"
"It's okay, Pippin. Wrong decisions lead to right decisions. Each mistake we make is to teach us to make the right one. It is a lesson learned, and experience gained."
"You're very wise, My Lady."
"I am pleased you think so, Master Pippin."
"I like you, Luna," he blushed.
"I like you too, Pippin."
He hopped from the bench and rocked on his heels before shuffling away towards the stables where he was supposed to meet Gandalf.
"Goodbye, Peregrine. I'm sure that your future is one of fortune."
The baby kicked up a storm that morning. Not only did it effectively awaken Luna but also Legolas. He touched the bump in wonderment, watching as he skin rippled slightly with the kicks.
"He's going to be a strong boy," Luna whispered with a grimace.
"How hard is he kicking, little wife?"
"Far too hard," she whispered.
Legolas leaned down, "Young one, I have qualms that you are torturing your mother right now. She's a wonderful person, and I'd hate for you to hurt her. No son of mine would be hurting his mother like such."
The kicking stopped.
"See? Legolas whispered, "He loves you too much to hurt you." He kissed the large pouch and caressed it softly. "I hope you know how much this means to me, little wife. It pleases me to know end… I am grateful that you are willing to give me this child."
She kissed his cheek, "I am more than willing to give you anything you should please."
"I will give you anything you fancy."
"Then will you let me come to the encampment?"
Legolas visibly cringed, "I suppose it couldn't do you harm. You cannot walk, nor can you ride your horse. If you can use that thing you do… I suppose that it can be allowed."
She clapped her hands and smiled. "Thank you, husband."
"I do give you anything."
"Yes… Will you show me how much you give me?" she teased, kissing his nose as he bent over her body.
"I'll show you anything you like, little wife."
"Really?" she teased back has he let his nose linger on her neck.
"Well, my love, elves love things that are beautiful."
"Really?" she asked again, in mock shock.
"Of course. It's only one of the many reasons I'm enraptured by you…" He peppered kisses on her collarbone as he worked the ties on her dress. "There are many reasons, you see, Luna, that I'm so captured by you."
"You're just so…" he faltered, "Beautiful. Amazing… The perfect mother to our child."
CONTENT REMOVED.
"I love you, Luna, truly. For many reasons I adore you." He reached over and put his hands on her engorged belly. "I love you, and I love this child. You have given me everything I could ever want.
Luna hugged Lord Elrond tightly.
"Your sister refused to leave." Elrond began gravely. He did not like her decision, and she knew. He also did not like the fact that his other daughter left the House of Galadriel to Helm's Deep.
"I know. I did not think she would." Luna smiled and caressed the babe.
"It is unwise," Elrond observed.
"It is love," Luna disagreed, "Love is stronger than any force in this world."
"Yes," Elrond agreed, for he knew it was true.
"I would not leave Legolas."
"I know."
"I love you, father. Tell Arwen I love her as well."
"I love you, as well," after a moment he added, "Stay safe." He was very worried for her.
"Legolas will take care of me."
"I know."
They shared a look.
"Goodbye, father."
Legolas put a soft kiss to her forehead before standing to leave the tent.
"Where are you going?" she asked, sitting up to watch him.
"I am to follow Aragorn into the mountains." He pulled his quiver onto his back and slid his knives into their sheaths.
"I will come." She stood and walked towards him, taking his hand into hers.
He shook his head adamantly. "No. It's not safe."
"I'll be fine," Luna reasoned.
"You could be hurt. The child could be hurt. I won't allow it."
"I'm coming with you, no matter what you say, Legolas. I have faith. Nothing will happen." She kissed his chin and reached behind her to grab her wand and the small purse she had charmed to hold her things. She stripped herself of her nightgown and changed her undergarments. She reached into the bag and pulled out a flower patterned blue velvet empire waist dress that covered her neck from the cold. On top of it she clasped together a black velvet cloak lined in fur.
"Let's go."
Legolas sighed and allowed her to follow him to the mountain.
"We're coming with you."
"Luna?" Aragorn questioned, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm coming as well."
"But-"
"I cannot live without my husband for a moment longer."
The quartet delved into the darkness of the mountain.
"Luna, take my hand. Do not lose me."
"Lumos Maxima!"
"Who enters my domain?"
Luna looked around for the voice. A ghost appeared before them, but she held her ground. Many ghosts came and circled around them.
Legolas put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Now you shall die."
Legolas let an arrow go, and stood in front of his wife to protect her.
"What say you?"
"You must fight!" Luna trilled.
Legolas gestured for her silence, pleading with her to be quiet.
"And what would a woman know?" the King sneered.
"I would know! You must protect yourself. If you do not fight now, you will be cursed forever!"
After they left the Paths of the Dead, Legolas turned to Luna. "Can you apparate yourself to Gondor? I will not have you in open battle."
She sighed, "Yes, I can do this. Shall I bring word to Gandalf that you come with many men?"
Aragorn nodded. "Tell him such. Thank you."
"Now go," Legolas whispered, kissing her cheek.
Seconds later she found herself standing next to Gandalf, who was telling Pippin to make himself sparse.
"Luna! You as well. Bring yourself to safety. This is no place for you."
"I can help. I bring a message from Aragorn. He brings an army of dead. Rohan is also coming. They shall be here soon."
"This is good news. Now follow Pippin."
Luna ran to the Citadel as fast as her legs could take her and perched outside in a perfect aiming point.
She looked at the sky. "Please, friends…Hear me. Hear my call! Come to me! You are needed. Save this world as you have saved your own!"
A blinding light came from the heavens bathing The City of Kings in a sheet of bright light. It burned through orc flesh, and nursed the wounded back to health.
From the rays a glitter of gold fluttered and in the blink of an eye, a group of people appeared staring into the eyes of the one who called for them.
Her friends.