A/N: Finally, an update! Sorry about the long wait. We misplaced the notebook we had the update written in.
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Seeing as how the elves of Lorien had used their supply of jam to save Gandalf from the homicidal king of Gondor, Frodo happily spent his spare time in the kitchen making more. Every now and then Pippin would keep his fellow hobbit company and act ad a taste tester since Frodo's jam was one of the few things the younger hobbit managed to keep in his stomach.
Anyway, on one such occasion when Pippin was going to keep Frodo company, the two hobbits were on their way to the kitchen a couple days after the incident with Aragorn chasing Gandalf (that little show had prompted the elves to take away all his weapons) when they heard loud voices through a closed door they were passing. Tip-toeing over, they pressed their ears to the door and shamelessly eavesdropped on the conversation.
Two voices were recognizable as Celeborn and Galadriel. The third wasn't recognizable by either hobbit, but Celeborn and Galadriel called him Thranduil. The name sounded familiar to Frodo but since he was preoccupied with being pregnant (and making jam) he couldn't remember where he'd heard it before.
"Calm down Thranduil," Galadriel was saying, "It wasn't me who used the potion this time. It was Mithrandir. I had no reason to want revenge on any of the…males who are pregnant."
"You should have gotten ride of the potion after you used it on me!" Thranduil shouted, then rephrased his words, "Nay, you never should have made it in the first place! What possessed you to make a male pregnancy potion anyway?"
"You know why, Thranduil. As my beloved…" That last word was said meaningfully, "Celeborn knows why I made the neutering potion."
Celeborn winced, "Aye, and I made sure you never had a reason to use it again…or at least never got the opportunity."
Thranduil heaved a sigh, "We're getting off the subject of the male pregnancy potion here. Hello Celeborn! He's your son as well! You should care about this…"
"I do, Thranduil," Celeborn said, "But it was you who made me promise never to tell him about you and I. What can I do without him finding out he is the result of the very potion that Mithrandir used on him?"
Outside in the hall Frodo and Pippin took off, heading to the talan they shared with the other six pregnant males. They may not know who exactly Thranduil was, but they weren't stupid, they knew he had something to do with one of the pregnant elves. Which one they weren't sure, but they'd find out soon.
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When the hobbits reached the talan they leaned against the wall and tried to catch they're breath while the others completely ignored them. Aragorn was moping about the loss of his weapons, Boromir seemed to be trying to knit a baby blanket (and was crying because he was failing miserably), Eomer was searching the cupboards for honey presumably (his latest craving was apples and honey, not too bad really), Faramir was still pouting about how hard it was to get jam cleaned up, Haldir was throwing daggers at a very well drawn picture of Gandalf hung on the wall and Legolas was…well…Legolas.
Frodo shook his head and got everyone's attention by clearing his throat and gasped, "We…just…walking past…a room…"
When Frodo stopped, needing to re-supply his lungs with air, Pippin finished with a nod, "Heard…elves talking…about pregnancy…potion."
Legolas cocked a brow, "What about it?"
Frodo, having caught his breath, said "Apparently, we aren't the first victims. It turns out Galadriel used it on another elf for some reason."
Haldir tilted his head, "What reason? The elf must not have been from Lothlorien or I would have known about it."
Pippin shook his head, "I don't think the elf was from Lothlorien."
Frodo nodded his agreement, "From what I gathered of the information, the child knows nothing about it so the elf in question never told him."
"Wait, you know the child is male?" Legolas asked.
Pippin nodded that time, "Yep, and it's either you or Haldir, because they were talking about the pregnancy potion being used."
Both Haldir and Legolas tensed and chorused, "Do you know this elf's name?"
Both hobbits nodded and said, "Thranduil."
Legolas paled. Thranduil?
"Thranduil?" Haldir asked, not really surprised considering his ada had left for Valinor with his naneth several centuries earlier, "And who, dare I ask, was the…other father?"
"Celeborn." Pippin piped up innocently.
Legolas let out a whimper…before dropping to the floor in a dead faint. Haldir burst out laughing. The four humans all looked confused (well, except for Aragorn who was just plain shocked). Frodo suddenly grinned evilly.
"I just remembered where I've heard the name Thranduil before," he said, "He's Legolas father."
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Thanks for the great reviews. Once again, sorry for the long wait.
~Becky and Brina~
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Seeing as how the elves of Lorien had used their supply of jam to save Gandalf from the homicidal king of Gondor, Frodo happily spent his spare time in the kitchen making more. Every now and then Pippin would keep his fellow hobbit company and act ad a taste tester since Frodo's jam was one of the few things the younger hobbit managed to keep in his stomach.
Anyway, on one such occasion when Pippin was going to keep Frodo company, the two hobbits were on their way to the kitchen a couple days after the incident with Aragorn chasing Gandalf (that little show had prompted the elves to take away all his weapons) when they heard loud voices through a closed door they were passing. Tip-toeing over, they pressed their ears to the door and shamelessly eavesdropped on the conversation.
Two voices were recognizable as Celeborn and Galadriel. The third wasn't recognizable by either hobbit, but Celeborn and Galadriel called him Thranduil. The name sounded familiar to Frodo but since he was preoccupied with being pregnant (and making jam) he couldn't remember where he'd heard it before.
"Calm down Thranduil," Galadriel was saying, "It wasn't me who used the potion this time. It was Mithrandir. I had no reason to want revenge on any of the…males who are pregnant."
"You should have gotten ride of the potion after you used it on me!" Thranduil shouted, then rephrased his words, "Nay, you never should have made it in the first place! What possessed you to make a male pregnancy potion anyway?"
"You know why, Thranduil. As my beloved…" That last word was said meaningfully, "Celeborn knows why I made the neutering potion."
Celeborn winced, "Aye, and I made sure you never had a reason to use it again…or at least never got the opportunity."
Thranduil heaved a sigh, "We're getting off the subject of the male pregnancy potion here. Hello Celeborn! He's your son as well! You should care about this…"
"I do, Thranduil," Celeborn said, "But it was you who made me promise never to tell him about you and I. What can I do without him finding out he is the result of the very potion that Mithrandir used on him?"
Outside in the hall Frodo and Pippin took off, heading to the talan they shared with the other six pregnant males. They may not know who exactly Thranduil was, but they weren't stupid, they knew he had something to do with one of the pregnant elves. Which one they weren't sure, but they'd find out soon.
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When the hobbits reached the talan they leaned against the wall and tried to catch they're breath while the others completely ignored them. Aragorn was moping about the loss of his weapons, Boromir seemed to be trying to knit a baby blanket (and was crying because he was failing miserably), Eomer was searching the cupboards for honey presumably (his latest craving was apples and honey, not too bad really), Faramir was still pouting about how hard it was to get jam cleaned up, Haldir was throwing daggers at a very well drawn picture of Gandalf hung on the wall and Legolas was…well…Legolas.
Frodo shook his head and got everyone's attention by clearing his throat and gasped, "We…just…walking past…a room…"
When Frodo stopped, needing to re-supply his lungs with air, Pippin finished with a nod, "Heard…elves talking…about pregnancy…potion."
Legolas cocked a brow, "What about it?"
Frodo, having caught his breath, said "Apparently, we aren't the first victims. It turns out Galadriel used it on another elf for some reason."
Haldir tilted his head, "What reason? The elf must not have been from Lothlorien or I would have known about it."
Pippin shook his head, "I don't think the elf was from Lothlorien."
Frodo nodded his agreement, "From what I gathered of the information, the child knows nothing about it so the elf in question never told him."
"Wait, you know the child is male?" Legolas asked.
Pippin nodded that time, "Yep, and it's either you or Haldir, because they were talking about the pregnancy potion being used."
Both Haldir and Legolas tensed and chorused, "Do you know this elf's name?"
Both hobbits nodded and said, "Thranduil."
Legolas paled. Thranduil?
"Thranduil?" Haldir asked, not really surprised considering his ada had left for Valinor with his naneth several centuries earlier, "And who, dare I ask, was the…other father?"
"Celeborn." Pippin piped up innocently.
Legolas let out a whimper…before dropping to the floor in a dead faint. Haldir burst out laughing. The four humans all looked confused (well, except for Aragorn who was just plain shocked). Frodo suddenly grinned evilly.
"I just remembered where I've heard the name Thranduil before," he said, "He's Legolas father."
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Reply to reviews…
Thanks for the great reviews. Once again, sorry for the long wait.
~Becky and Brina~