Hey ya'll! I'm sure you guys thought that I had abandoned this story on such a cliff hanger. I have recently been dealing with some personal issues that have made me emotionally incapable of writing this story. I know how dramatic but hey it is what it is. Anyways where were we…. Oh yeah! Let's go this is gonna get good. You know I don't own LOTR or any of its counterparts. *******************

The first couple of days into the journey were enjoyable to say the least and, There was much laughter and merriment from all of them even Elya. She was still woozy in the mornings but that seemed to be improving more and more every day. She knew she would have to tell Boromir about her condition because her stomach would soon be giving her away. She half- heartedly believed that a small bump was already starting. Though she told herself it was probably from the increase in food; the others had laughed it off saying that she had acquired this new appetite from the walking. She did not know what she was going to do in her later stages since she was already collapsing into her blankets every night and easily sleeping through the night.

Later that week Elya pulled Boromir aside and told him everything. After she finished she felt tears running down her face. She was crying! She never cried about anything and here she was sniffing and carrying on like a little girl. Boromir had a look of such shock on his face that it took a full five minutes before he could say anything at all. She waited anxiously hoping he didn't pass out from the shock or become extremely angry with her. He suddenly reached out and pulled her into a hug stuttering and trying to put a sentence together all at the same time.

"you're….. a baby? Why didn't you….. Are you? A baby….." He continued on like this for a long time. She finally freed herself from his tight grip.

"It's ok. We'll arrive at Gondor long before I will be giving birth I would have had to have made that journey anyway. Personally I would trust these men to protect me and the baby better than some strangers." It was a poor argument, but it had a valid point. The other members of the Fellowship had sat listening with battered breath wondering what direction this was going to go. The idea of not turning around and taking Elya back to Rivendale seemed to be causing Boromir actual pain. He just wanted to know that she was safe, and he knew that her safety had to be second to Frodo's in everyone elses mind. He also could not…. Would not send her back on her own, and the fellowship could not lose two valued members.

"You will be careful and if we ever run into trouble you stay within arm's length of me." Boromir hadn't meant to seem over bearing or controlling, but he couldn't live with himself if something happened to her. He was stunned when she nodded her head in agreement without any argument at all. She needed him and he needed her; neither was capable of moving on without each other.

That night was spent wrapped in each other's arms. He smiled into her hair and she held his hand. They whispered and giggled with each other; they were in total bliss. It was a beautiful sight to behold. He took his hands and ran his fingers through her silky red hair. She closed her eyes and let her head lay on his chest listening to his heartbeat. She felt herself start to drift off to sleep when he gently pushed her from her position of curled up on her side against him to flat on her back. When she looked up at him with a surprised look on his face he lowered his mouth to her belly and whispered to the baby that lay just inside her. She once again felt tears prick at her eyes as she observed the touching scene. Finally they both fell asleep tomorrow they would be at the base of the mountain where their real journey would begin.

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