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Chapter 7

"Legolas, Aragorn, what are you doing? What is this?" Thranduil half screamed half choked when he saw the two together. He threw himself down on the chair beside the door and tried desperately to regain himself; his breath was sharp as if he had just fought an intense battle with a mighty beast twice his size.

"I-we-uh-" Aragorn started to say but the figure underneath him was finally starting to come about again, Legolas was making soft groans and twisting as if Aragorn's weight barring down on him was too much. His eyes flirted open. Revealing the gray storm within them. The first thing that Legolas saw was Aragorn's eyes staring down at him with a mixture of relieve and disbelieve.

Thranduil had finally regained his breath again and realized that his son had finally come about again. He stood up and demanded an explanation loudly. "Legolas, what is this?"

Hearing his Father's voice, Legolas was thrown back into his surroundings. He remembered that he and Aragorn were romancing each other then his father came in and told him of Glorfindel's return. Aragorn demanded for answers and he told him everything. Everything. Tears were flooding in his eyes again. What was his father doing back in his chambers again? What now? Had his mistress during his youth back and asking for a decent dowry and leave for their bastard son to stay in Mirkwood? Then as Aragorn released him from his binding weight had he come to remember his father's question. He tried to open his mouth, but like Aragorn, he found himself speechless. A rare thing for an elf to experience.

"Speak!" Thranduil demanded.

Legolas tried to sit up, but he found a sharp pain in his back and he was unable top stand. Instead, he took his shaking gaze and looked at his father directly.

"Father forgive me. But I'm in love with Lord Aragorn." He began.

"That's what you said about Glorfindel and where's that love now?" Thranduil interrupted with a growl.

"Father please, it's different with Estel. I love him and he loves me. Glorfindel wanted me out of lust and naught more." Legolas tried to argue. Thranduil turned to Aragorn who sat on the bed his mouth at a slight gape; then he turned back to face his son.

"If you cannot trust an elf, a noble born elf at that, how then do you expect it off a mortal man?"

Legolas bit back his lips and fought tears. It was true. If a noble born elf was unworthy of his love then how does he know that a mortal human is worthy? But then he remembered Aragorn's words after their first kiss. Words about falling more and more in love with him as each day pass by. The strong desire to cradle him in his arms, to kiss him, hold him, wants-no- needs that drives him to a point of complete madness. To Legolas, it was everything that one had to know. He opened to speak and explain his memories to his father but Aragorn, feeling his endearing love tower shamelessly over his cowardly feeling began to speak in Legolas' stead unknowingly.

"I assure you King Thranduil, that my love for your son is timeless; it is a true love not a love borne out of lust. Something that I've known since I first laid eyes on him. I swear it on the honor of the kings' of men."

Thranduil scoffed and said: "What does your name and honor stand against my son's, the marked prince of the elves, name, honor, well-being and heart."

"If you cannot trust us, if you think we unworthy of your son's mere attention, think of this; If it was not for my fore bears saving the elves and this middle-earth in the first age, your son would never have been, for you yourself, however loyal, will have died upon the mighty sword that Morgoth and Sauron's slavery will have put upon you. If you feel no gratitude towards this, then it is you who deserves your son's love naught." Aragorn remarked.

Legolas looked at Aragorn, straight in the eyes and beheld a strange sight. It seemed as if Aragorn's eyes had lit up with a secret yet undying fire. An almost burning passion and sincerity. Thranduil looked taken back, defeated, a rare sight for seldom in his life had he ever been defeated.

"Very well, if my son chooses it, if it be his want, let him. I've had my say. There is truth and wisdom in your words. Words spoken carefully with pride but with an honest truth. Very well spoken Aragorn son of Arathorn.

Aragorn raised his head high and beamed positively. "Then my lord, do I have your son's love?"

"If it be his will," Thranduil answered. "But if evil befalls you, doubtless it will, dare not say that I did not warn you, but I'm sure you will get through it."

"You have my thinks, my lord."

"Your thanks, I need not. All I want is for you to take care of Legolas. He is bound to you now." Announced Thranduil.

Legolas felt his heart lift, he tried to run to his father's side and thank him, but he felt more rising, he felt sick. Instead he dashed to the window, leaned down against it and retched, heavily and noisily. Aragorn ran to his side and rubbed his back for comfort as he vomited violently.

"What's wrong with him?"

Thranduil did not answer Aragorn, he was looking down on his feet, his face contorted with an image of disbelief. Finally Legolas stopped vomiting, he rose from the window, his face had gone completely pale and his breathing was shallow and rasped. He lifted his arm and wiped his mouth on the sleeve before collapsing completely in Aragorn's arms. Aragorn gently lifted and him and laid him down on the bed.

"Well, What's wrong with him?" Aragorn yelled at Thranduil.

"Perhaps it is time that I tell you son." He started to say.

"Tell me what father?" Legolas tried to sit up but he fell back, too sick to stand. Aragorn carefully lifted his head and placed several pillows behind it. He clasped Legolas' hand with his and held it tight.

(A.N. I'm only making up these dates, but the elvish names for the months are all correct)

"Legolas you were not born on the month of Lotesse in truth you were born on Carmie." Thranduil continued, "Before your birth, the Lady Galadriel received an omen; the elf born on the first Alduya of Cermie was destined to be the mother of two kingdoms, mortal and elf-kind."

"What are you saying?" Legolas whispered.

"You were born on that day, you were the only one in truth. At first we thought that it could not be possible for you were male and could not bear child. But after Glorfindel came and you were got with child did we realize that it was truly you was the prophet of this omen."

"Do not speak in riddles father"

"I do not speak in riddles, I speak as plain as I can."

"Then what do you mean by all this talk of omens, my lord!" yelled Aragorn.

"Legolas is carrying you're child." When he said this, Thranduil's voice was an unsuspected calm.

"What?" Legolas' voice was trembling and his lips quivered.

"We have reason to believe that the two kingdoms that the omen spoke of is human and elf. Aragorn you are the destined king of men, and Legolas, you are the prince of elves, the last prince of elves. Any child that you two have will be heir to the two kingdoms whether he or she will be mortal or ageless." He went on.

Legolas shook his head while muttering: "No-No I can't be-"

"You are my son- but there is another matter before you. The lord Glorfindel will be here in approximately two months, he's staying in Fornost for now; his herald came the day before yesterday. I suspect you've been with child for about a month, am I correct?" Thranduil said.

The two lovers thought for a moment then both nodded their heads. "Yes it was more than a month ago when we first-" Aragorn started, but Legolas cut him of by clutching his hand tighter,

"By then, the size of your stomach and your unusual weight will be quite noticeable. How can we hide your unborn child from Glorfindel after all, you are still his spouse and therefore how it goes in his lands his by right." Inquired Thranduil.

"One trouble after another," moaned Legolas, "How did I get myself into this?"

"It's truly not your fault, it's your destiny mellyn." Aragorn squeezed his hand and placed a light kiss on his sweaty forehead. "Don't let your heart be troubled as of yet." Legolas managed a weak smile, he turned back o the King and gazed at him, long and steadily before saying: " Father, please, lay these troubles on us some other time"

"Of course, I'll leave the two of you be, Legolas get some rest" Thranduil bowed low exiting the room.

"Why did father hide this from me?" Legolas asked quietly, tears beginning to pour down on his face again. Aragorn felt a stab of grief and pity for his lover and anger at himself, he saw his eyes red from so much weeping, his face as pale as snow and lips as red as blood, he looked like a much more beautiful but sadder version of the character in the children's story called "Snow white" Aragorn could almost feel the pain, suffering and torture played on Legolas, he couldn't bear it to go on.

"Shhhhh.." He whishpered gently, caressing Legolas' pale cheek. He bent his head and kissed him, relunctantly at first then open mouthed and hungry when his lover did not reject it. He let his hands carelessly wander down Legolas' chest and stomach. He felt him shivering slightly at the touch.

Legolas knew that he truly was with child. He knew from all the unnoticed signs. He felt more tears flooding him, remembering the first time with Lalaith, it was all pain and blood, more than he had ever seen at any battle he's been in. But the tears didn't come, either because they could spare no more or because this time it was with Aragorn, not a lustful pig. The thought was more than comforting. He found himself returning and deepening Aragorn's kiss and tugging at his hair pulling him closer, wrapping his arm around him. The kiss grew more arousing as they clung to each other in the fiery hear, exchanging long and desperate kisses. Neither knew or cared.

Soon they both lay, panting, Aragorn's head resting on Legolas' stomach. He could feel a small bump on it that wasn't there before. He kissed it gently than caressed it with his hands while muttering, "I love you mellyn." again and again. It was some time before he realized that Legolas was asleep, much like the child in him. He carefully unwounded his arms set about his wait and got up. He picked up his clothes, dressed and then strode out silently closing the door behind him.

He reached his room, which lay, directly underneath his lover's. Remembering the peaceful tranquility that the room's solitude offered, he fell back on the bed and lay down. Tears swept him, chocking him, his breath catching in his lungs. He reached for a pillow and held it as if it was dear to him. The tears overwhelmed and they poured shamelessly down his cheeks making him weep loudly. His heart and soul set on a tragic mix of emotions, rocking him back and forth like an uneasy child before he too fell back into sleep.
Okay that was not suppose to happen, I swear I had other things planned, but I guess this is what happens if I let my pen wander around writing like Virginia woolf (Nicole kidman's wearing hobbit feet on her nose)

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