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Aragorn glanced up when the door opened and his young son stood there, clenching a teddy bear in his hand. Eldarion looked small in his sleeping attire and the dark locks were tousled even as the bright blue eyes met Aragorn's eyes. The boy walked into the room before flinging himself at his father.

Aragorn caught him, hearing the bells chime and announce the midnight hour. He held Eldarion in his lap, smiling with the way his son melted into the embrace with absolute trust. "What are you doing up so late, ion nin?"

"Can't you remember, Ada? It is my birthday." Eldarion bounced himself for a moment, teddy bear still in hand.

"Ah, so it is and no, you are not getting any presents until the morning." Aragorn pushed his chair away from the desk, rocking himself a little.

"Now, as you are five years old, I should be the first to congratulate you." He kissed his son's cheek before Eldarion could protest. His son made quite the show of wiping it off and sighing in disgust.

His son glared at him, eyes sparkling in just the same manner as Legolas' eyes often did; for that regard, where was his beautiful elf? "You do realize that you have been kissing Ada Las with that mouth earlier. . . ."

Not only kissing, my son

"I do realize I have been kissing my husband and your father yes, ion nin, I do. But how do you think that you will get another sibling?"

He could see that his son's curiosity was peaked and he cursed himself. He had wanted to tell his son when he was fit for marriage, hopefully in another fifty years or so. Eldarion's eyes sparkled at him just as they often did when his son came back from the kitchen with his pockets filled with sweets.

But then Eldarion flopped back down on his lap and said. "I do not really want to know. But Ada, can't you adopt another sibling then? You are king so it would be easy."

"What on earth are you babbling about, ion nin? You are not adopted." Aragorn shifted in his chair. Eldarion's weight was nothing compared to that of Legolas but it was different when his elf was on his lap. Aragorn never once had to keep his attention focussed because Legolas did that for him.

"Some children in the courtyard said that I couldn't have been born to you. Men cannot have any children. . ." Eldarion's voice quivered and Aragorn placed his fingers lightly underneath the small chin until his son met his gaze, worrying his lip between his teeth.

"Then those children were wrong. What do you know of your father?"

"Ada is a prince and he has long hair and even pointier ears then me." Eldarion's brow furred as he sought for more ways to explain his father to the man who knew his father better than anybody.

"Yes, and what else? What makes him different from you and me?"

"I don't know, Ada."

"Legolas is an elf and therefore the normal laws that apply to men don't apply to him. He was the one who bore you. It is a distinct possibility in his bloodline to bear children. You might have inherited that trait from him, though we cannot be sure. Do not listen to what other people say, my son, they will seek to hurt you and to bring you down."

Eldarion nodded, obviously satisfied with what his father had told him. He cuddled in closer.

"Ada, why are people always so surprised when I call you both Ada? Some boys say that always have to call their Ada, dad or father. . . ."

"Well, meleth, that is because of the fact that both your father and I speak elvish. We raised you in that tongue so it isn't strange that you call us both Ada. But Ada means dad and Atar means father. It doesn't really matter what the other children say, just as long as you know that we love you."

Eldarion yawned, settling a little better in the lap of the king as Aragorn's arm looped around his shoulder, pulling him closer. Eldarion laid his head against his father's chest, comforted that Aragorn hadn't sent him back to his bed yet.

Sometimes his father was too busy with paperwork and state of affairs and he barely had any time to play with Eldarion. His father tried to make time to play with Eldarion, but sometimes Legolas had to explain that Aragorn had a late council session and couldn't come and play or read him a bedtime story.

He treasured these times with his father all the more. Legolas was sweet to him but he liked it when Legolas brightened when he saw Aragorn. The way they toyed during dinner and whenever Aragorn winked at Eldarion before teasing his father.

Eldarion closed his eyes, his head rising each time Aragorn took a breath. He could feel the beat of the powerful heart close to his ear and relaxed.

Aragorn rocked in his chair, pushing himself up and down again with his feet, holding his small son to his chest. He rested his head atop the unruly locks, closing his eyes.

He opened them when the door opened and Legolas entered on silent feet, a small smile lighting his face as he saw his son on Aragorn's lap. "Was he wandering?"

The man gave him a nod, his eyes fixed upon his beloved's face and then drifting over his body. Do you like what you see?

Always, meleth nin.

You are a charmer, Estel. If only you could try to do the same with your council, then I would be so very happy.

My council is a bunch of idiots who think that birth and money make a ruler. They are wrong. Even after nearly five years they still question my leadership abilities. Some of them are still pushing their daughters forward for any sort of affiliation with the king.

The battle has gone well and the people adore you, my king

No, you are wrong. The people adore their consort and their small prince, Legolas, not their old king. He is just for show.

Legolas laughed softly at this and then fixed Aragorn with a fond smile. "Perhaps next time you can bear the child."

"I think not, my husband. I will bear other things for you but not a child. Besides, I am king"

"Yes, and if you start pulling rank then do be careful, for I am your husband and you will sleep in your office. For the remainder of the year." Legolas' musical voice was still light and the prince rested a hand on his son's back, rousing him lightly.

"Ada Las?" Eldarion's rough, sleepy voice came as the blue eyes blinked to meet those of his father.

"Yes, I am here, ion nin. Happy Birthday to you." Legolas gave his son a quick peck on the cheek before giving his mate another one, this time on the lips. Aragorn responded well, as he always did, just not with the same hunger because of their son.

Lately Eldarion had been asking questions, questions they didn't want to answer just yet even if they never lied to Eldarion. By the darkening of Aragorn's eyes, Legolas knew that the man remembered the same talk that had once happened in Elrond's household. Somehow it had scarred the poor king for life.

Thranduil had always been open about the subject, lecturing Legolas on safety, discretion and purity. Love was something that happened to the elves as well as any being in Middle Earth, but Thranduil had hammered on the fact that this was a precious gift.

Aragorn had been a virgin when they had consummated the wedding, and while Legolas was not, the elf was always faithful to his lovers. There hadn't been many people he had loved in his life and none so much as he loved Aragorn. If the man died, Legolas was not sure what he would do.

The grey eyes of his beloved were locked with his own and Legolas smiled. "Shall we take Eldarion to see his present or make him wait until tomorrow morning?"

Aragorn groaned when their son bounced off his lap, suddenly wide awake. Legolas had his hand on Eldarion's shoulder in a moment, stopping the five year old's exited bounce. His eyes flew back to Aragorn's face and the man shuddered at him. There really wasn't anything else to say.

Aragorn lifted Eldarion the moment they walked into the garden on their way to the stables. His son shivered in the cool air and Legolas wordlessly wrapped a cloak around Eldarion, keeping the little one safe and warm.

They proceeded towards the stables, entering silently as the stable guard startled awake, nodding when he saw the royal couple. Eldarion was peering over Aragorn's shoulder at the horses. Some snorted at them while others were drawn to Legolas' hand, butting against it and seeking to be caressed by the smiling elf.

Legolas had long left their side, instead drifting over to caress the horses. Aragorn rolled his eyes and whispered. "Your father is crazy about horses, it is quite disturbing actually."

Eldarion giggled, trying to find his father's big brown horse. Aragorn had once taken him riding and the little half elf had loved it.

"But why are they so drawn to Ada?" Eldarion peered at his elven father, smiling at Legolas when the consort waved at him.

"Because all animals are drawn to the elves, ion nin. It was always the case. Elves have a way with animals, just like you have a way with the cats and dogs in the citadel. Wherever you go they always follow you and you alone. I once had to clean the council chambers because it was filled with dogs that had followed you home. You wanted to keep them as pets." Aragorn was walking to a stall a little further away.

By the time they had reached it a white head came out. The pony blinked up at Aragorn and then whinnied at him just as Aragorn encouraged Eldarion to run his hand over the velvet nose.

The young boy tightened his grip upon his father before Aragorn sank down upon his knees and then Eldarion allowed the horse to sniff his hand.

"That is your horse, Eldarion and soon you will receive training in riding. But I want you to promise me that you will not go riding on your own, is that understood?"

The boy nodded feverishly and too fixed upon his own horse. The small lips curled into a smile before Eldarion threw his arms around Aragorn. "I love him, Ada."

"Her, ion nin. It is a girl." Legolas rested a hand on Aragorn's shoulder and then continued. "But usually the animals are drawn to the hidden light of the elves. Sometimes that light can shine more brightly, such as in woman once they are pregnant. . . ."

Aragorn's head snapped back and the man lost his balance, falling down on his behind, Eldarion still clenched to him. The man's thoughts were jumbling; did the elf mean what he had just said?

Legolas smiled sweetly at him and allowed Eldarion to grasp his hand as he lifted his child and settled him upon his hip. Eldarion was happily chatting about his horse and Legolas glanced back down at Aragorn.

The man was still glancing up at him, a confused expression on his face. "Soon, Eldarion, it will be time to make use of that old room of yours again. Would you like to help me clean it out?"

Eldarion nodded at his father and then slumped over, his exhaustion finally catching up with him. Legolas allowed Eldarion to put his head on the older elf's shoulder and Eldarion drifted off, still mumbling about the horse.

In a moment Aragorn was up on his feet and he had cornered his elf, asking. "Is it true?"

"Is what true, Estel?" Legolas' voice was soft but his blue eyes were sparkling.

"That what you said. Are you pregnant?"

The elf merely smiled sweetly at him and then nodded once. Aware of the precious bundle in Legolas' arms, Aragorn carefully slid his arms around Legolas' waist, placing one hand on his husband's flat stomach. "You are, aren't you?" Aragorn breathed his warm breath a rush against Legolas' ear. The elf shuddered.

"It is the second part of Eldarion's birthday gift and we have been trying so hard." Legolas buried his face against Aragorn's chest, enjoying the closeness of his husband.

"Were you trying to save the baby for my birthday gift?" Aragorn joked as the royal couple walked back to the family wing.

Eldarion was quickly put to bed, Aragorn placing the teddy bear back in the crook of his son's arm. Together they watched as Eldarion shifted before mumbling something about horses and went back to sleep.

Legolas smiled at Aragorn and as the man followed him back to the bedroom, taking care to express his happiness over their new child and, while the child might be born on a birthday of its own, Aragorn knew that it was one of the greatest gifts Legolas could give him.

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