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It's short, I know! I'm sorry!


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Tricia : Lol....thanks! :D

Lanfear : What happened to your poor head? Well...we'll see about Haldir...we'll see...

poacher : thanks MMM! good to know that you read it.

*Grins* Yep, I've had some good romance lately, and so I've decided to spread the lurrve. =)

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Antonia watched the women bustle around Haldir, taking blood soaked fabric away, and bringing fresh strips of Linen, while Eoywn patched up the wound on her hip.

"Owww!" She snarled, as Eoywn pressed on it. "That hurts!"

"Hush! It isn't even deep." Eoywn made her stand, and wrapped a bandage around her hips, keeping the pad over her wound in place.

"But the baby?"

"Unless you have a womb in your hip, I'm pretty sure that the child will have suffered nothing." Eoywn smiled briefly, and patted her stomach. "Apart from having to feel it's mother fuss over a scratch."

"It was a little deeper than a scratch!"

Eoywn smiled again, and brushed her hair out of her face. "Whatever you want to call it, it won't trouble little more than you're not-so-graceful walking. Worry about the elf-lord, not yourself."

"Understood." Antonia picked up a walking stick offered to her by one of the women, and hobbled to the door...only to be made to sit on the floor.

"You are not going anywhere, young lady." A tough middle-aged woman snapped, and sat next to her.

"But...fighting...my elf...I have to help?"

"No. They have retreated to the keep, anyhow."

Antonia hobbled for the door. "Must...see...Legolas...then. We're having a child."

The women didn't bother to stop her, and she slipped into the keep, where the men were saddling horses, and mounting, and sunlight shone down into the hall.
Legolas spotted Antonia, and blinked.

"Antonia, what happened?"

"Oh, you know. Orcs 'n' stuff." Antonia quietly replied, her heart still bruised from his anger before, her unsure ness causing her voice to go quiet before him. She stared at his weary, dirty face, and the sweat causing his skin to shimmer in the dimness, and she added shyly, her voice shaking a little. "Nothing too important. We haven't lost that child, I knew nothing about until Haldir told me...in case you care."

Gimli rushed off in the background, as Legolas stepped forward. He quickly wrapped her in his arms, burying his face in her shoulder.

"Oh, melamin." He murmured, and leaned his face to the side to kiss her neck, and her ear. "Melisse, A'maelamin. Forgive me."

"Only if you do not die, melamin." She murmured back, as the horn sounded.
Legolas leapt up onto his horse, beside Theoden.

They charged forward with a yell, into the orc's fury.

Antonia crumpled to her knees, her body finally giving way to relief, and worry, and she wept on the floor there, her hands caressing the place where their life grew.

She whispered sadly. "Don't die."

Clanging of swords, and yells only answered her plea.


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Legolas hurried back to the keep, and found Antonia on her knees, where he'd left her, her dirty face streaked with tears.

"Toni..." He whispered, kneeling beside her taking her in his arms.

"Hello." She whispered back, and collapsed in his arms, the tears flowing down her face again. "I forgive you."

"I should hope so, melamin." He helped her stand, and kneeled again, kissing her stomach. "I should hope so."

"Time to leave?"

Legolas looked up, and stood quickly. "I'm not sure if you should come, melamin."

"And leave you? Nope. Forget it. I'm coming, if I have to sneak behind, alone." Antonia managed to keep her voice from shaking, as she answered him, stroking his weary face, with one hand.

"Always the stubborn one, you were." He muttered, and smiled affectionately, standing, and kissing her forehead. "This child will be trouble for us."

"He'll keep us strong, melamin." Antonia smiled. "Go him."

Aragorn came over, with Legolas's horse, and hers, and winked. "Time to go, lovers."

"Wait!" Antonia's head snapped to where Eoywn stood. "Haldir?"

"Fine, Antonia. Weak, tired, and has his pride bruised, and a scar." Eoywn smiled. "We shall send him back to his people soon."

Antonia nodded, and mounted with Legolas's loving hands helping her up.

The company rode up the steep slope together, to gaze over the dark lands of Mordor.

Gandalf spoke up, so that they could hear him. "Sauron's wrath will be terrible, his retribution swift. The battle for Helm's Deep is over. The battle for Middle-Earth is about to begin. All our hopes now lie with two little hobbits. Somewhere in the wilderness. "

Antonia smiled briefly, as she remembered their path ahead, and looked over to her elven lover beside her, already looking stronger. He was clutching the ring she'd given him so long ago, in his hand, unreadable thoughts and feelings crossing through his eyes. She sighed, as a thought passed through her mind. 'When their story ends...what then? What about me? Where do I fit, in the time before he sails away...'

They started off.