A/N: Happy Wednesday, all! Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 13 : An Echo

"My son does not yell," Fanya denied bluntly. "My son… expresses his opinions loudly." Legolas had just informed his wife of the goings-on of the morning, as they were sharing a cup of wine between the two of them.

"Here you are wrong, my love. Elfaer was yelling, quite bellowing, and had just given Alagos a good knock to the jaw," Legolas replied with amusement. He was a little surprised that his quiet son bore the bellowing trait that so frequented their family.

"Bellowed? He must have been angry."

"I have never seen the likes before, my dear," Legolas consented. He took the cup from Fanya, refilled it and took a sip. He set the cu down and reached over to his wife, plucking her from her spot and settling her on his lap. He kissed her shoulder lovingly and entwined their fingers together. He loved nights such as this, with just him, his wife, and the stars above them.

"I love you," he said, wishing he could make the words hold every ounce of himself and his affection. Fanya smiled warmly and replied, "I love you, too," before kissing him lightly on the nose. Legolas wrapped his arms around his wife and they sat in contemplative silence, each thinking of different and varying things before Fanya broke into the silence.

"Where is Elfaer now?" she asked with a mother's worry in her voice.

"He is on the cliffs," Legolas replied. "Or was. Ana told me earlier."

"Now who is the nosy one?" Fanya teased.

"I lay the blame on you. I was perfectly content keeping to myself before you came along," Legolas replied with dignity.

"Perfectly content? You wouldn't leave me alone no matter how much I begged," Fanya scoffed.

"That was persistence, my dear, not nosiness," Legolas corrected. "There is a difference."

"I concede a victory to you, my dear prince." Fanya smiled, simply unable not to when they spoke so lightly. The scars of war did not fade quickly and Legolas carried many. She knew she was fortunate to have such a strong husband.

They sat in harmony for a little while longer until Legolas realized something. He had been resting his head on Fanya's chest, listening to her heart beat, when he thought he had heard something familiar, but distant, like an echo…

"My love is something different?" Legolas asked, perplexed and anxious as he slowly made old connections.

"What?" Fanya asked, clearly playing dumb. "What exactly is so different?"

"You! You're…" He pressed his hand to her stomach and gave a mental push. To his delight and astonishment, a tiny little push pushed back. "You're pregnant! You're pregnant!" Legolas whooped and jumped up to lift Fanya up and twirl her around. "Great gods, Fanya, when?" he pressed pulling her close and kissing her firmly.

Fanya laughed and glowed in a way only a mother could. "A few weeks, that is all. He has been waiting for his daddy to realize he exists," she practically gushed.

"He? A boy! Another boy! Oh Fanya, I love you, I love you, and a thousand times over again." He drew her in for a long kiss, and there they stayed for a long time after.

A/N: Awww! I love Fanya and Legolas. So it turns out they have a(nother) baby in their future!

Y'all be sure to enjoy your week and I'll update again on Saturday!

-Ivy

3/4/09