Aragorn rushed to their suite of rooms and found Arwen wrapped in a blanket seated near the window.

She looked so serious that he chose to break the tension with a little humor.

"What's this, an elf caught off her guard?"

She turned, remembering the time she had said something similar to that and saw her husband standing there, arms crossed leaning against the doorway and smiled.

"I have to apologize. I've been such a fool and I should have trusted you."

He crossed the room in two strides and came to kneel in front of her.

"Yes you should have." He reached out and tucked a stray hair behind her ear, his fingers pausing to trace the delicate curves of it.

"Arwen, despite what you have said on occasion that I'm nearsighted on matters of importance, I do have eyes."

He laid his hand on her cheek and his voice softened. "Lle tyava quel?

She covered his hand with her own. "We're fine."

For a man who prided himself on the quickness of his ranger skills, it took him a moment to catch his wife's choice of words.

"We're?" He looked at her still flat stomach. "Who . when . how?"

Arwen burst out into the sweetest laughter that Aragorn had ever heard.

"manka amin." He waved a hand to cut her off and smiled as he caught himself stuttering. "A . lye laito.."

She nodded. "Yes, our baby."

Taking his hand in hers, she laid it on her stomach.

"My tough warrior, you'll soon have another heart to have in your keeping."

His voice was near to failing as he looked up at his wife.

"Arwen?"

She grinned. "I love you Estel."

He leaned in and claimed her lips with his own. As he allowed himself to show in his kiss just how much he loved and cherished his wife, he remembered saying to her once that while they spoke easily in common, it was in elvish that he found it easier to express his heart, his emotions when it came to her.

"Amin mela lle."

*~*~*~*

"Why not."

Arwen and Eowyn looked at Aragorn as if he had grown two heads.

"I'm serious. It would be nice for once to have the ability to walk through a crowd as a normal human instead of the King of Gondor."

Faramir nodded, watching as Arwen went to the window to look out.

"I think we can manage to have your guards dressed as civilians and to blend in with the crowds."

Eowyn looked at her husband. "You're agreeing with him?"

Faramir nodded. "Why does that surprise you love?"

Arwen smiled. "Tis the time for surprises. Sometimes its best to just allow them to be."

Aragorn nodded and gestured to his wife. "You shouldn't be near an open window. You'll catch your death of cold."

"I'm pregnant not sick and you can't keep me in swaddling cotton Estel."

Faramir's eyes widened, seeking Aragorn as Eowyn came to Arwen's side, clucking about all things maternal.

Pulling him aside, Faramir spoke quietly. "What of what I told you?"

Aragorn watched his wife. "We'll find more information on this prophecy, I won't have her happiness clouded by rumors or innuendo. For all we know, it could be myth and nothing more. Do you understand Faramir? I don't want Arwen knowing anything until I know something."

The other man nodded and they went to join their wives.

*~*~*~*

"What if I hadn't been who I am?"

Arwen paused, her dark hair tied back with a scarlet ribbon bounced merrily on her shoulders. "Then I wouldn't love you for I wouldn't have known you."

Aragorn reached out and tweaked the fall of dark obsidian curls. "Somehow I think that not totally true, hearts know their mates, or so I once was told."

Arwen turned and grinned. "Who told you that?"

He drew her to him for a kiss that soon had her boneless in his arms. "My wife."

She grinned. "I can't believe you remembered that." Aragorn smiled. "Of course I remember everything you have said or done. It helped to comfort me when we were apart."

Arwen studied him with a smile. "The longer that I know you my Elessar, the more I realize that I truly don't and the surprises come more and more frequently."

He smiled and let out a low chuckle. "Aye, I am your Elessar and your Estel so why not continue giving you surprises?"

She shook her head. "You make me dizzy m'lord."

He drew her closer, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. "As so it should be."

Arwen turned her head slightly and saw a figure in white staring at them.

"Gandalf?"