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"Eldarion, what did you ask for when you turned five?" Somehow Legolas knew that he wasn't going to like the answer as he heard his lovely four year old daughter Eleniel ask the nearly eleven year old Eldarion. His blue eyes hardened as they met the mischievous eyes of his son. The bigger boy pulled his sister to him and said.

"I asked for a sibling." Eldarion grinned cheekily and Legolas could easily see his beloved Aragorn reflected in that easy smile.

"Oh, do you suppose that I can ask for that as well?"

"I doubt that your wish will be overheard, penneth, or let us hope not." Legolas muttered softly underneath his breath. His hand brushed his flat stomach. He adored his children, he really did but he doubted that he could survive another pregnancy. (He could but he doubt he would be still fairly insane)

"Ada?" Eleniel's voice cut through his thoughts harshly and Legolas raised an eyebrow. His daughter bounced on her feet, sending her fair hair flying as she asked. "Can I have a sibling for my birthday?"

"No!"

"But Eldarion got one when he turned five." Her lower lip protruded and her grey eyes were already washed with tears. Legolas was not impressed.

He straightened his legs and patted his lap, inviting her to cuddle with him as he explained. "Eldarion did not receive a sibling, my love. The Valar saw it fit to bless your father and me with another child. . . ." And we had been practicing a lot.

"But then how will the Valar know that you want another child?" Her tiny brow furrowed in confusion and Legolas sighed before he smiled sweetly and answered.

"The Valar are very special and besides, that is a conversation we'll be having another time. Now, I do believe that it is time to get dressed for the feast tonight for the nobles that come from Rohan."

"Uncle Eomer is here." Eleniel clapped her hands and Eldarion rolled his eyes. The older boy got to his feet as he approached his elven father, picking up Eleniel's hand and swinging her up to her feet. Eldarion was a big boy and he would make his parents proud tonight, his manners would be impeccable and he would show his baby sister how it was done with adults.

Legolas lay a hand atop the curled head of his eldest as Eldarion smiled up at him. He gave his son a smile in return and the blue eyes sparkled as Eldarion pressed against Legolas' side for a moment. Eleniel skipped ahead of them before she gave an excited squeal and raced out of sight.

Legolas' eyes narrowed but a familiar mind brushed his own in a greeting and he relaxed, lengthening his strides unconsciously.

"Atar!" Eleniel was bouncing up and down, holding Aragorn's hands as the king bend down to give his daughter a kiss.

"Hello sweet one." The grey eyes sparkled as they rose to meet Legolas' as Eldarion walked forward at a more sedate pace. Lately their son had been determent to show his parents that he could be mature and be trusted with responsibility such as behaving in public.

He hated to be called little one anymore and he hated it when either of his parents sought to hug or kiss him. At first this behavior had frightened Legolas but Aragorn had been quick to explain that he had gone through a similar phase when he thought that everything his brothers did, such a ruffling his hair and stuff like that, was an embarrassing. Their son would grow out of it eventually.

"Good afternoon, ion nin." Aragorn greeted Eldarion solemnly as Eldarion nodded, answering.

"Ada." But the one thing that hadn't changed had been the word 'daddy' that Eldarion always insisted calling his human father.

"Legolas." Aragorn's voice dropped lower and Legolas shivered slightly in responds. His lips curled into a smile at the desire that still after all these years he could almost feel in Aragorn.

You never guessed what Eleniel deemed to be a good present for her fifth birthday, my love.

Do I even wish to know? Alright, the first guess, a pony.

No, the same thing that Eldarion requested.

Oh why can't your children simply request a pony?

Oh, suddenly they're my children?

Well you carried them, didn't you?

With your help I might add, or did you forget the one second that you did something that put me into that predicament? Twice, I may add.

Aragorn's lips curled into a smirk and Legolas raised an eyebrow.

So, will our daughter receive her gift?

Not if I have a say about it

So you would not even want to practice a little…

Practice is fine as long as it doesn't result in anything.

Aragorn laughed softly and then gestured with his arm. "Shall we go? Faramir will otherwise faint from stress if we are late again."

"I've no idea what you're doing to that poor man, Aragorn. You put him through so much."

"I am putting him through too much? Have you ever noticed how he almost resembles an orc commander when he orders me to work on my paperwork? I have heard the servants even address him as king now." Legolas laughed softly as he followed Aragorn inside and up the stairs.

He knew Aragorn could never rule his kingdom quite as efficiently as he was doing without Faramir. The young steward had made himself undismissable with all the work he was doing for the kingdom. Even a short holiday for Faramir resulted in an Aragorn who was ready to pull his hair out at the amount of work that he had to do on his own.

"Well, they always say that behind every good king there is an even better steward." Legolas brought up a hand to brush Aragorn's hair. The man smiled at him. Legolas did not need the bond to tell him how fond his beloved was of their young friend.

"So are you dressing me tonight?" Aragorn asked with a glint in his eyes as they neared their bedchamber. Legolas laughed at his husband, smiling sweetly as he said.

"Oh you mean to tell me that I've to dress three children today? Why don't you dress yourself with the clothes that the servants have laid out for you and then you go and dress Eldarion while I dress Eleniel? Unless you wish to fuss with her hair today?"

A look of horror crossed Aragorn's face and the man gave him a tight lipped smile as he said. "Right you are, Legolas. I. . . ."

Legolas could clearly remember the last time that Aragorn had helped Eleniel get dressed and the way she had wanted her hair. In the end it had resulted in a sobbing three year old daughter storming into the hall in the middle of the feast, screaming at the top of her lungs that she wanted her other father to fix her hair because he could do so much better than the king. Aragorn had been hot on her heels, his own clothes in disarray because he wanted to catch his daughter before she made it to the feast . . . needless to say, Faramir had not been amused, and neither had the council.

The clothes had been laid out on the bed and they were beautiful clothes. They were also his best clothes and Legolas groaned silently. Eleniel always made a mess of herself and this would ruin her clothes. He would have to see if the servants had laid out different clothes for the children.

He dressed quickly, not turning around to admire Aragorn's body. He would know for a fact that they may not make it in time.

"Damnation." Aragorn swore and Legolas turned. His husband was still bare to the waist, staring at the tunic he held in his hands. It was a dark red, embroidered with golden flowers. Legolas raised an eyebrow and Aragorn growled. "They laid out the wrong tunic. . ."

"What is wrong with it then?"

"It isn't my color." That statement caused Legolas to blink. He blinked again and then his laughter escaped him. He doubled over, holding his sides as the laughter intensified. This was just too amusing.

"And what is so funny?" Aragorn growled out, a bit put out. Legolas straightened after a moment as he answered.

"Meleth, you never cared how you looked before so why should you care now? It is just a tunic, one you look very handsome in as you know very well." Aragorn glared and hissed.

"The color is not right for my complexion." Biting back a curse and cursing his husband quite loudly in his head, Legolas snatched away the tunic, marched to the closet and snatched up the navy blue one Aragorn adored. He threw it at the bemused man and snapped.

"Get dressed!"

"But Legolas. . ."

"What is it, Aragorn? Is it so impossible for you to dress yourself? We've got two little children that still need to be dressed and you're whining about your own clothes. You sound like Eldarion."

"I do not!" The man pouted.

"You do! Now get dressed and then dress your son!" Legolas left the room, growling under his breath about childish men and their ways.

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"Eleniel, you'll leave that ribbon in your hair or the Valar help me, you'll wear your hair unbound and I care not if you cry, scream, punch or kick me but you will stay in your room then and won't attend the party at all. I'm sick and tired of this!" Legolas snapped a good two hours later in which he had managed to dress his daughter, and change her hairstyles about ten times.

He was beyond his normal level of patience and ready to throw in the towel, literally. Eleniel turned beseeching eyes upon him but Legolas' glare did not soften. It was high time that they went downstairs.

"Come along now!" He snapped, growling when his daughter touched the single braid Legolas had finally made. It resembled his own hairstyle and she should be happy with her or else she would not be going at all.

"Yes, Atar." She whispered.

Legolas' eyes finally softened and he rested a hand on the hair that resembled his own hair color, except the hair was thicker and courser then his own. "That is very good then, Iel nin, are you ready to dazzle everybody?"

She glanced up, a smile lighting her face before she tucked her hands in his. Together, beautifully dressed, they went downstairs towards the feast.

Xx

"Eldarion, stop fidgeting." Aragorn muttered underneath his breath, resting a hand on his son's curly head. He could feel how Eldarion shifted his weight underneath his hand but he knew that his son could hear him.

"But where is Ada and Eleniel?" Eldarion whispered back a little bit louder for he knew that Aragorn's ears were not as keen as Legolas' hearing.

Aragorn looked around at the assembled nobleman and said. "I believe that they will be here soon."

He took another sip of his wine; he certainly hoped that his husband was going to here soon. He had no idea what was taking them so long but it was starting to bother him.

Legolas, where are you?

There was no reply, as there had not been for the past two hours and Aragorn was ready to step up to a guard and tell them to locate their prince when the trumpets sounded. Aragorn glanced up towards the doors and he could not help the smile that came to his face when his beloved and beautiful husband came into the room. Legolas seemed to glow as his eyes beheld Aragorn.

"Ada looks nice." Eldarion commented, his attention already divided as he searched for a way to relieve his boredom. Aragorn glanced down quickly at his son's head and smiled briefly before Eleniel cried out.

"Ada!" She threw herself at him and Aragorn bent down to catch her. Her momentum knocked him off balance and on his behind, the glass of wine in his hand nearly unbalanced but a quick handed servant snatched it out of his hand before he could drop it.

Laughing softly, hearing the gasps from the nobles in the room and Faramir's audible sigh, Aragorn buried his face in his daughter's silky hair as he heard Legolas' soft chuckle. He raised his eyes to meet his husband's amused ones.

"Don't I look nice, Ada?" Eleniel asked, glancing up at him.

"Yes, you look very nice." Aragorn told her, unable to keep the smile off his face.

And how do I look, my husband?

Aragorn's eyes met Legolas' and he smirked, replying

You look good to me whatever you wear, my beloved.

Legolas' smirk was feral and Aragorn knew that he would reap his reward later when the night was over. And as he got to his feet and set Eleniel back upon her own, the feast had never been so long as he kept himself preoccupied with thinking of ways to keep the fire in his beloved's eyes going, preferably forever.

That is it for now. I hope you liked it and I need ideas because I'll be ending this story within a maximum of 10 chapters. Review of course.