Authoress: Edward Uwnhai Silverfang
E-mail: Eddie_Uwnhai@Yahoo.com
Title: Standing at the Edge
Paring: Elrohir / Legolas
Summery: Elrohir and Legolas have to survive pregnancy and birth, but they make it through it well enough!! **Completed**
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, I am merely using it for entertainment and no money is
Made from this story.
Authoress Note: Lol, Lady of Legolas, for your message, this chapter will not have any revisions, but I'll promise to make plenty of good ones in the sequel which I will start at some point in time, not sure when though. But probably after I fix up this story at ff.net. Any ways, thank you!!
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Elrohir woke up to a worm comfy feeling. There was a light, fair, and WARM body cuddled up to him. He smiled sluggishly; he had never felt this giddy.. I didn't drink that much last night. He thought to himself.
He scooted closer into that inviting warmth, and sighed in contentment, apparently that roused his lover, for Legolas mumbled something that he couldn't understand, then yawned while peering at him with big blurry blue eyes.
"Elrohir." He sighed, head falling back to said lover's chest, and that did it. Elrohir's eyes widened and, he ran from the bed, barely making it to a bowl before he lost every thing he had in his stomach.
His head was spinning and he continued to retch while Legolas came to him quickly, "What's wrong love?" He asked. Elrohir continued to retch, but when there came a pause he glanced sharply at his lover, "What's wrong? Can't you see? I'm throwing up my guts!!" He had to stop there, leaning over the pot once more while his body convulsed.
"Get father." He said right before another heavy bout of nausea. Legolas nodded and ran from the room as fast as he could. Soon he came back with Elrond, and Elrohir was found lying on his side, clutching his gut and moaning in pain.
"Elrohir?" Elrond asked, quickly kneeling on the ground beside his son. "Elrohir, what's wrong, try to tell me exactly." He said.
"My stomach, what do you think?" He yelled.
"Elrohir.. Calm down." Legolas tried.
"Calm down!!!!" He shouted. "And just how does mister all in mighty Legolas propose I calm down?!!!! Lie down and wait for it to pass? That's what I'm doing!!!!!!!" He yelled.
Elrond started to laugh, loudly, and fell back to his rump from his kneeling position. "What's so funny?" Elrohir grumbled.
"You, your acting just like your mother did when she was pregnant. She was sick a lot, and quick to anger, but she was also quick to tears and joy. I'm willing to bet you're pregnant." Elrond said.
"How long has it been since you were fertile and had sex, Elrohir?" He asked
Legolas shrugged, "That would be two weeks ago, on our wedding night."
"There you go!" Elrond replied happily. "Elrohir's pregnant." He said simply, and quite happily.
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And so it was, Elrohir was pregnant and Legolas went through the most trying time of his existence.
Elrohir would find anything he possibly could to argue about with his lover, father, friends, and other family members, and even some times if he knew he was in the wrong.
"Elrohir!!!" Legolas sighed exasperatedly, "You should not be running around like that! You're going to hurt your back!"
"I don't care! I hate being trapped in here!" Elrohir yelled.
"Elrohir, you will tonight."
"Just leave me alone!" He shot back waddling out of the room in his bulged size. The doctors were sure that either there was more than one baby, or it was one heck of a large one, Elrohir and his lover had to pay for it daily.
Elrohir would have back pains whether her took it easy or grew irritated and ran off for the day, and Legolas for hearing him complain all the time.
"Elrohir, you only have a month or two left, can you not take it easy for just that much longer?" Legolas begged.
"No." Elrohir shot back at his slowly retreating form. Elrohir had long lost the ability to see his toes, and the ability to run, he could just barely walk, but some said it looked more like a duck trying to get around.
He made his way down to the kitchens with his lover barking at his heal, trying to convince him to go back to bed. He sat down and ate a light mid lunch and then made his way out to the gardens.
Legolas trailed along the whole way, whenever he stumbled her was right there, and even though he appreciated it, he would never admit to it.
He sat down, panting heavily, on a bench, and Legolas sat next to him, pulling him over and holding him close.
"You see? Its not good for you to be gallivanting around so. Just a bit, but you should not over exert yourself like this." Legolas said.
Elrohir cringed, "Legolas?" He asked slowly.
"Yes? What is it?" Legolas did a quick check over to make sure Elrohir looked fine, he was just a bit too sweaty, and maybe a few to many lines of pain on his face, but besides that, perfectly fine.
"Legolas, some thing doesn't feel right." He said.
"What is it?"
"I don't know.. My body's," he paused, thinking, "convulsing or something.." He winced in pain. "Take me to my dad, please!" He begged.
"Yes of course." Legolas said, picking his lover up and rushing with his back into Rivendell's home, and up to Lord Elrond's study. He burst in and blushed as he realized he had just walking in on a meeting.
But he didn't hesitate, "Elrond, Some things wrong with Elrohir." He said quickly, looking down at the elf in his arms.
Elrond was up in a moment, "What's wrong?"
"Why is that the first thing that comes out of your mouth?" Elrohir complained in another wince. "We don't know, or it wouldn't be necessary to come and barge in on you!"
"All right, all right." He said in defense. "I'll be back in a moment." He said rushing out of the room with Legolas close behind.
Elrond led them to a room nearby, and Legolas set Elrohir down on the bed. Elrond check a few things, and then went out to the hall. Flagging down a servant he spoke quickly.
"I'm going to need hot and cold water, separate. A knife, a needle, and horsehair. And please see to it that some one tells the men in my study that my son is in labor. Also, a lot of clothe." He said, and the servant girl scurried off quickly to do as bid.
Elrond returned into the room, "All right Legolas hold his hand. I don't know why your giving birth now, but you are."
Exactly two hours later, Elrohir was asleep with Legolas curled up next to him, and two boys wrapped up and lying in between them.
The first had dark green eyes, and blond hair. They had named him Elwë. The second dark blue eyes, and blond hair, he was named Finwë.
Legolas was idly playing with the short brown hair on one of his twin son's head and he breathed in deep breath, smelling the distinct scent of his lover. He smiled down at his sons, and closed his eyes in relief.
He was worried when his father in law had said Elrohir was in labor, but it turned out all right, the boys were a live, albeit a bit small, but alive and so was Elrohir. But of course Elrohir had nearly broken a few bones in his hand, as it was, his hand was wrapped up to keep it strait for a time.
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Legolas woke up to the sound of crying next to his ear, loud and actually not all that annoying. Then he paused, who would be crying? Surely not Elrohir? His eyes cleared up a bit and he noticed that it was one of the two babies lying in between him and his lover.
"Elrohir?" He whispered. Elrohir stirred but did not awaken so Legolas pushed his shoulder gently. "Elrohir!" He said quietly.
Elrohir opened two groggy eyes to look at his lover, and then down at Finwë who was crying, Elwë was silently observing his parents and brother.
Elrohir shook his head back and forth as he realized that, it was now he was supposed to feed his children. He sighed, "I'm not getting out of this, am I?"
"No, but you don't want to, do you? You want to take care of them." Legolas whispered.
"Your right, but its still awkward." Elrohir said, as he sat up, picking up the crying child, he held the form up to his chest. Finwë instantly started suckling on his nipple, drinking down his 'mother's' milk.
Legolas smiled up at the sight, and sat up, bringing up his green-eyed son with him, and holding him tight. After nearly fifteen minutes Finwë fell asleep while trying to feed still, and a little murky looking drool escaped his mouth.
Legolas wiped it away and took one child, replacing it with the other, and on Elrohir's other side. Elwë started his nursing, Elrohir, sighed, "Its not as bad as I thought it would be." He said.
"We'll be fine, all four of us." Legolas whispered kissing Elrohir's lips. "We'll be fine."
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All right I've made the decision to end this story here. The twin idea came from Lady of Legolas, once again, seeing as how no one else is making requests.
E-mail: Eddie_Uwnhai@Yahoo.com
Title: Standing at the Edge
Paring: Elrohir / Legolas
Summery: Elrohir and Legolas have to survive pregnancy and birth, but they make it through it well enough!! **Completed**
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, I am merely using it for entertainment and no money is
Made from this story.
Authoress Note: Lol, Lady of Legolas, for your message, this chapter will not have any revisions, but I'll promise to make plenty of good ones in the sequel which I will start at some point in time, not sure when though. But probably after I fix up this story at ff.net. Any ways, thank you!!
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Elrohir woke up to a worm comfy feeling. There was a light, fair, and WARM body cuddled up to him. He smiled sluggishly; he had never felt this giddy.. I didn't drink that much last night. He thought to himself.
He scooted closer into that inviting warmth, and sighed in contentment, apparently that roused his lover, for Legolas mumbled something that he couldn't understand, then yawned while peering at him with big blurry blue eyes.
"Elrohir." He sighed, head falling back to said lover's chest, and that did it. Elrohir's eyes widened and, he ran from the bed, barely making it to a bowl before he lost every thing he had in his stomach.
His head was spinning and he continued to retch while Legolas came to him quickly, "What's wrong love?" He asked. Elrohir continued to retch, but when there came a pause he glanced sharply at his lover, "What's wrong? Can't you see? I'm throwing up my guts!!" He had to stop there, leaning over the pot once more while his body convulsed.
"Get father." He said right before another heavy bout of nausea. Legolas nodded and ran from the room as fast as he could. Soon he came back with Elrond, and Elrohir was found lying on his side, clutching his gut and moaning in pain.
"Elrohir?" Elrond asked, quickly kneeling on the ground beside his son. "Elrohir, what's wrong, try to tell me exactly." He said.
"My stomach, what do you think?" He yelled.
"Elrohir.. Calm down." Legolas tried.
"Calm down!!!!" He shouted. "And just how does mister all in mighty Legolas propose I calm down?!!!! Lie down and wait for it to pass? That's what I'm doing!!!!!!!" He yelled.
Elrond started to laugh, loudly, and fell back to his rump from his kneeling position. "What's so funny?" Elrohir grumbled.
"You, your acting just like your mother did when she was pregnant. She was sick a lot, and quick to anger, but she was also quick to tears and joy. I'm willing to bet you're pregnant." Elrond said.
"How long has it been since you were fertile and had sex, Elrohir?" He asked
Legolas shrugged, "That would be two weeks ago, on our wedding night."
"There you go!" Elrond replied happily. "Elrohir's pregnant." He said simply, and quite happily.
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And so it was, Elrohir was pregnant and Legolas went through the most trying time of his existence.
Elrohir would find anything he possibly could to argue about with his lover, father, friends, and other family members, and even some times if he knew he was in the wrong.
"Elrohir!!!" Legolas sighed exasperatedly, "You should not be running around like that! You're going to hurt your back!"
"I don't care! I hate being trapped in here!" Elrohir yelled.
"Elrohir, you will tonight."
"Just leave me alone!" He shot back waddling out of the room in his bulged size. The doctors were sure that either there was more than one baby, or it was one heck of a large one, Elrohir and his lover had to pay for it daily.
Elrohir would have back pains whether her took it easy or grew irritated and ran off for the day, and Legolas for hearing him complain all the time.
"Elrohir, you only have a month or two left, can you not take it easy for just that much longer?" Legolas begged.
"No." Elrohir shot back at his slowly retreating form. Elrohir had long lost the ability to see his toes, and the ability to run, he could just barely walk, but some said it looked more like a duck trying to get around.
He made his way down to the kitchens with his lover barking at his heal, trying to convince him to go back to bed. He sat down and ate a light mid lunch and then made his way out to the gardens.
Legolas trailed along the whole way, whenever he stumbled her was right there, and even though he appreciated it, he would never admit to it.
He sat down, panting heavily, on a bench, and Legolas sat next to him, pulling him over and holding him close.
"You see? Its not good for you to be gallivanting around so. Just a bit, but you should not over exert yourself like this." Legolas said.
Elrohir cringed, "Legolas?" He asked slowly.
"Yes? What is it?" Legolas did a quick check over to make sure Elrohir looked fine, he was just a bit too sweaty, and maybe a few to many lines of pain on his face, but besides that, perfectly fine.
"Legolas, some thing doesn't feel right." He said.
"What is it?"
"I don't know.. My body's," he paused, thinking, "convulsing or something.." He winced in pain. "Take me to my dad, please!" He begged.
"Yes of course." Legolas said, picking his lover up and rushing with his back into Rivendell's home, and up to Lord Elrond's study. He burst in and blushed as he realized he had just walking in on a meeting.
But he didn't hesitate, "Elrond, Some things wrong with Elrohir." He said quickly, looking down at the elf in his arms.
Elrond was up in a moment, "What's wrong?"
"Why is that the first thing that comes out of your mouth?" Elrohir complained in another wince. "We don't know, or it wouldn't be necessary to come and barge in on you!"
"All right, all right." He said in defense. "I'll be back in a moment." He said rushing out of the room with Legolas close behind.
Elrond led them to a room nearby, and Legolas set Elrohir down on the bed. Elrond check a few things, and then went out to the hall. Flagging down a servant he spoke quickly.
"I'm going to need hot and cold water, separate. A knife, a needle, and horsehair. And please see to it that some one tells the men in my study that my son is in labor. Also, a lot of clothe." He said, and the servant girl scurried off quickly to do as bid.
Elrond returned into the room, "All right Legolas hold his hand. I don't know why your giving birth now, but you are."
Exactly two hours later, Elrohir was asleep with Legolas curled up next to him, and two boys wrapped up and lying in between them.
The first had dark green eyes, and blond hair. They had named him Elwë. The second dark blue eyes, and blond hair, he was named Finwë.
Legolas was idly playing with the short brown hair on one of his twin son's head and he breathed in deep breath, smelling the distinct scent of his lover. He smiled down at his sons, and closed his eyes in relief.
He was worried when his father in law had said Elrohir was in labor, but it turned out all right, the boys were a live, albeit a bit small, but alive and so was Elrohir. But of course Elrohir had nearly broken a few bones in his hand, as it was, his hand was wrapped up to keep it strait for a time.
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Legolas woke up to the sound of crying next to his ear, loud and actually not all that annoying. Then he paused, who would be crying? Surely not Elrohir? His eyes cleared up a bit and he noticed that it was one of the two babies lying in between him and his lover.
"Elrohir?" He whispered. Elrohir stirred but did not awaken so Legolas pushed his shoulder gently. "Elrohir!" He said quietly.
Elrohir opened two groggy eyes to look at his lover, and then down at Finwë who was crying, Elwë was silently observing his parents and brother.
Elrohir shook his head back and forth as he realized that, it was now he was supposed to feed his children. He sighed, "I'm not getting out of this, am I?"
"No, but you don't want to, do you? You want to take care of them." Legolas whispered.
"Your right, but its still awkward." Elrohir said, as he sat up, picking up the crying child, he held the form up to his chest. Finwë instantly started suckling on his nipple, drinking down his 'mother's' milk.
Legolas smiled up at the sight, and sat up, bringing up his green-eyed son with him, and holding him tight. After nearly fifteen minutes Finwë fell asleep while trying to feed still, and a little murky looking drool escaped his mouth.
Legolas wiped it away and took one child, replacing it with the other, and on Elrohir's other side. Elwë started his nursing, Elrohir, sighed, "Its not as bad as I thought it would be." He said.
"We'll be fine, all four of us." Legolas whispered kissing Elrohir's lips. "We'll be fine."
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All right I've made the decision to end this story here. The twin idea came from Lady of Legolas, once again, seeing as how no one else is making requests.