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Note: I must say that I am growing very discouraged to continue this story and I do plan to end it fairly soon. Let's begin. I will start to take time leaps in the story.

"Castiel, will you please take it easy?" Legolas' voice barely rose above that of a normal voice but the well hidden layer of concern within his fair voice caught her off guard. She straightened slowly, aware of the shift of balance that her pregnancy had brought her.

Castiel glanced around the garden, at nearly seven months into her first pregnancy she felt absolutely wonderful and Legolas concern was starting to grade on her nerves. She glanced up to meet her father's amused gaze as he glanced down at her from his perch in the tree but she knew that no help would be forthcoming from his direction.

"I am just working in the garden, Legolas. There is no reason to worry about me or the child. We are both well…."

"You should be taking it easy instead of..."

"The healer suggested that exercise was encouraged."

"Not working in the garden and…."

"Legolas, will you please stop worrying? It is very annoying and it is quite unnecessary." Castiel growled, finally at the end of her patience.

Even after two years of marriage and rebuilding the colony, Legolas sometimes had a way of getting to her. She loved her husband dearly, she really did but there were times when she wished that he did not fuss to terribly.

"Many elves before me have carried children in more difficult situations then I am currently carrying ours so there is no need to worry so." She told him sharply. With two males close to her, Legolas and her father, they both made sure that she did not do anything to strenuous.

Glorfindel had come as soon as the happy news reached him and while Castiel was happy to see her father, she grew weary sometimes of the presence of the both of them in her life.

"You promised…"

"I promised nothing. You did not ask me. I promised you that I would not help with rebuilding the houses that had been destroyed in last week's storms and I am not. I am working in the garden."

"You are bending over and working hard. It can be very dangerous for the baby."

"I will know what is dangerous for the child, Legolas. Stop fussing." She hissed. Her anger was rising.

Ever since they had found out that she was pregnant, Legolas had been very concerned. He would be a loving father, Castiel was sure of it but the concern was getting to her. She spoke to Eowyn a lot and the younger woman had born her fist child last summer and Faramir had been a nervous wreck all throughout her pregnancy, Castiel was lucky that Legolas had not yet reached that stage.

But she stressed when she began to realize that this could very well happen in the next five months that she still had to go. She growled softly as Legolas' mind brushed her own.

I am sorry but I do not wish to see you or the child come to harm.

The healer has confirmed that the child is fine and that you worried too much. Please stop it, Legolas, it is annoying me.

I will try.

She did not even grace it with an answer as with a russle of leaves, Glorfindel joined them on the ground.

"Legolas, Castiel is fine. I kept an eye on her the entire time and she only just started working. I will watch over her." The older elf rested a hand on Legolas' tense shoulder and winked at Castiel. She ignored him.

"Very well then. But please promise me to take it easy, meleth nin."

"Fine done! Now get to work!" She snapped at him, allowing herself a rare indulgence of pregnancy hormones. Legolas leaned in to give her a quick kiss and for a moment Castiel remained frozen, not allowing the elf to think that she forgave him that easily but when he caressed her stomach, she allowed the motion to calm her down.

Legolas smiled one last time and then left, giving Glorfindel a nod.

The moment Legolas was away Glorfindel laughed softly and Castiel rounded on her father. "What do you find so funny?" She demanded, allowing her hands to rest on her hips. Glorfindel favored her with a smile, his blue eyes sparkling and his whole face lighting up with mirth.

"Your husband. He reminds me of Elrond every time that his wife was pregnant. And he reminds me of myself when your mother was pregnant with you."His voice dropped a little and he regarded her fondly.

"You were worried when mother was pregnant?"

"Yes, I was very concerned, like most males are. You trust in your bodies and we have no idea what is happening or what you are feeling. It is a habit shared by most soon to be fathers."

"And you are not concerned now?"

"I am, but it is manageable. I know you well enough to know that you will never willingly endanger yourself or your child." Glorfindel smiled at her.

Castiel forced herself to smile back. She had wondered at time if she could become a good mother. Could she give her child what it would need or would she fail in her task?

She could barely remember her own mother because she had been small when she had sailed with Glorfindel to the mortal lands of Middle Earth. Now she missed her mother the most, to ask for advice or to simply speak about all the different aspects of being pregnant.

She spoke often with Eowyn but it was different. Eowyn could not remember her mother either and it was welcome to speak to another who had been in a similar situation as herself. She knew that Arwen and Aragorn had yet to be blessed with a child but she knew that the king would welcome a child in his life and Gondor would dote over any small prince or princess born to their beloved king and queen.

King Thranduil had made arrangements to come for a visit as soon as the child was born and Legolas was looking forward to showing his father what he had done with the colony and how proud they were with what they had achieved here.

She winced as the baby kicked her ribs sharply and rubbed her enlarged stomach. The baby responded well to her and Legolas' touches but sometimes he was a little bit too active for her taste, especially at night when she longed for sleep.

"Is the child making a fuss?"

"Yes, it is as active as his father." She winced as Glorfindel smiled at her and looked away for a moment before he said.

"It reminds me of you when you were in your naneth's womb. You were always active during the night, preventing many from sleeping. You only settled down when we sang to you." Glorfindel was smiling broadly now; his gaze far away and lost in memories.

"That would be the one thing that Legolas has not tried yet, singing." Castiel walked towards the grassy area and sat down, Glorfindel following her.

"I think the prince may just wait until the elfling is born." Glorfindel gestured towards her belly.

"I do hope so. I am not sure that I am fully comfortable with being serenades to." Castiel smiled as the baby calmed underneath her hand. Legolas had the same effect on the child, calming it when Castiel could not and often she became frustrated when the child refused to allow her to sleep.

"You do realize that your trouble with sleeping will grow worse as the month's progress."

"I do try to nap whenever I can." She confessed, blushing a little. She wasn't as tired as she had anticipated being but she knew that as she grew bigger it would be harder to find a comfortable spot to lie down.

"I will watch over you if you wish to sleep. I am sure that Legolas will be very pleased with you."

"He will not let me hear the end of it." Castiel plucked at the grass underneath their legs, quick fingers starting to weave it into a necklace.

"I will not tell him, I promise." His daughter merely hummed softly and Glorfindel took the change to fully look at her. She looked beautiful to him, quickened with life and glowing. She looked happy and content, even when she grumbled with Legolas' constant concern but Glorfindel could understand the prince, he had been no different.

Castiel leaned against him and Glorfindel wrapped an arm around her, allowing her to find a comfortable spot to nap against him. She finally settled with her head against his thigh, one hand brushing her blond hair as her eyes glazed over.

Glorfindel stared down, too lost in memories of a similar time with his wife on the shores of Valinor. He glanced up when he heard the sound of footsteps approach. Legolas was coming their way. The prince smiled briefly at him and then settled to kiss Castiel's forehead.

Unlike Glorfindel had expected, Legolas merely sat down beside them, not inclined to move Castiel and to wake her up. In the end the prince settled for allowing himself a brief nap as well and Glorfindel found himself watching over both children but he knew, he didn't mind in the slightest.

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