AN: I thought I mentioned how this was different from the original Lotr story I know I wrote it down but I must not have uploaded it. This story takes place after the fellowship destroyed the ring. The main difference is that Aragorn and Arwen were never engaged. In this story Aragorn and Arwen are brother and sister. I have nothing against Arwen or her and Aragorn's relationship just in this story it's convenient so that's the way it is. Aragorn's relationship is with Legolas. And he breaks up with him a few weeks after his coronation. Also Aragorn has enough elf blood in him to be immortal. And lastly no one sails West at the end, not Frodo, not Elrond, no one.
Legolas waited until Adnilem had left the room than he got up from the bed grabbed his bag and flung it on his bed so that it opened. He began to run around the room like a headless chicken ripping things out of his drawers and throwing them onto his floor. He needed to leave before his father found some excuse to lock him in his room. He had a long trip and he needed to get a lot of supplies into a relatively small bag. He wasn't worried though, he had been in the fellowship of the ring packing was something that came rather easily to him. Once he had clothes, he got his bow and knives out of his closet (where else would you keep them?) he grabbed a second bag and headed out the door. His first stop was the healing rooms. He began to gather several healing herbs that he would need for a long journey into the wilderness when he heard sounds through the closed door to the healer's room cautiously he leaned up to the door and listened. He heard muffled voices and stilled so he could hear, it became apparent that his father was once again consulting with the healer. While he was evesdropping he overheard a conversation that revealed some interesting facts about his pregnancy. Leaning in a close as he could to the wood he pressed his ear to the door and stilled his breath so he could hear what was being said.
"So exactly how long will this pregnancy of Legolas's last" said a voice that Legolas recognized as his father's.
"It's hard to say for sure" responded a higher voice that must have been the healers "There have been very few documented cases of male pregnancies, those that have been recorded ussually last the normal year. But like I said it's impossible to be sure." The healer sighed rather dramatically "He is about halfway to term but as I have no idea when the child was conceived I have no way of knowing when it's to be born. Also we have to take the sire's race into consideration........"
"What do you mean 'the race of the sire'" demanded his father "The sire is elven. Legolas would never lower himself to bed with one of the lesser races"
"With all due respect my lord" said the healer blandly "You said the same thing when you first heard that your son was pregnant. For that matter you said the same thing when you learned that your son had joined the fellowship of the ring"
Legolas couldn't make out what his father was muttering but heard phrases like... damn dwarves, and .....damn Elrond floating throug the door.
"Any way my lord" the healer said interupting Thranduil's rant "We should assume his Pregnancy to be a year in length but makes plans for if that is not the case."
Legolas heard another indistinguishable mumble and heard his father give a self resigned sigh. He copuld almost see his father straightening up and composing himself.
"Do you have any idea how this happened" he heard his father ask the healer although he sounded as though he already knew the answere.
"No" said the healer regretfully "It must have been through some form of magic though either a potion or a spell. But it would be impossible to tell when this happened or how or even if it was done deliberatley or not."
"What do you mean deliberatley?" his father yelled "How could it not have been deliberate"
Legolas quietly agreed with his father.
"Legolas could have inadvertently wandered into some sort of enchanted place and not even realised he had" replied the healer calmly "Such things have happened before you know. There are places that we do not know about that have magic older than the oldest of elves."
"I certainly hope it wasn't deliberate." said Thranduil in such a tone as to suggest incredible pain and death for anyone who's fault it was. "You said that Legolas would most likely give birth in sixth months" asked his father. The healer didn't reply but Legolas could only assume that he nodded because his father just continued talking. "Well exactly how is he suposed to give birth, I mean are you going to have to cut him open or what?"
Legolas frowned and pressed closer to the door. This was something he had been wondering about to.
"Not at all" the healer said cheerfully "You see the main part of the magic is that now your son has a womb. He doesn't have the necesarry parts ro give birth however. But when it comes time to give birth those parts will grow. Probably a few days before he actually goes into labour.
"And after labour" his father asked somewhat timidly.
"After the labour is over his body will go back to normal" said the healer "He will of course still be fertile"
"You mean he will still be able to have children" said his father sounding quite upset.
"Yes" said the healer "But don't worry all those birth control potions will work on him"
"There will be no need for potions" sadi his father sounding somewhat murderous "Because there will be no encounters that would make this situation repeat itself."
"My Lord " said the healer "with all due respect, Legolas is well past his majority. Whatever he chooses to do in bed is no ones bussiness except his and whoever he's with. Besides what are you going to do, lock him in a chasity belt"
Legolas could tell by the thoughtful silence that his father was actually considering the idea he prepared to move away when a choice comment made him freeze.
"By the way my lord I forgot to tell you" said the healer "I believe that there are twins"
Twins Legolas considered this development as he stood up.
Being careful to be extremely quiet Legolas stepped away from the door and crept down the hall to the stairs. His last stop in the palace was the kitchen where he began to put in his bag food and other provisions that he would need on a long journey. Most of this was Lembas because as cute as he was Legolas was not that good of a cook. You just do not get that many culinary skills living in a palace where are your meals are prepred for you. Or from being on patrol with soldiers who thought that cooking and building fires was below the work of a prince. They thought he should do something more fit for his station, like supervising.
He also gathered honey fruits some dried meat and sweets. Lets face it no one should be out in the woods without candy, Legolas had already done that once in his life and that was one time to many. Satisfied that he had everything he needed Legolas made his way out to the stables. Saddling his horse so that she could carry all of his supplies and riding out in to the forest of Mirkwood posed no problem.
He was also confident that he could ride without leaving a trail. The problem was that while he may have had the earlier reassurances that he could give birth normally, he suddenly noticed that he knew nothing about giving birth. He was however smart enough to realise that to give birth unaided on the forest floor was out of the question. He needed to find a place to go with people he knew who wouldn't rat him out to his father.
Aragorn was out of the question because Legolas knew that when Aragorn found out he was pregnant he would immediately decide to marry him out of obligation. Legolas did not want a relationship like that. The hobbits were also disqualified because some how he did not relish the idea of Merry and Pippin finding out about his condition, also he had been to the shire before it was very hard to keep a secret there. If he didn't want every hobbit in all of middle earth to know of his condition he best not go there. This left only one option and luckily it was the last place his father would think to look. Taking a deep breath Legolas steered his steed and took off.
***********Somewhere in Caves Near Helms Deep*************
A young dwarf child and his dad awaken at the exact same moment. The young one looks at his dad and tugs on his small but impressive beard. "Dad I just got a feeling off imminent impending doom"
"I know son" said the dad "So did I"
"What do you think it means" the child asked snuggling against his father.
"I don't know son" the dad replied hugging his child close "But I'm scared"
Author's note: Sorry it took me so long to update. I could give you several reasons involving hockey, band and school but the truth of the matter is I'm lazy. I have a lot of ideas but when I try to write them down I get rather easily distracted the and characters are left to run amok in my head. I'm sorry and will try to get the next chapter out sooner. One more thing who came up with the term plot bunny. It was explained to me a little while ago but I still can't shake the mental image of some poor girl desperately trying to write while being pounced upon by rabid pink bunnies. Then again maybe I'm just strange..... What am I saying? I KNOW I'm strange