So I'm happy you guys like the last chapter. I wasn't planning on writing that but I just thought what the hey. So there it is. I love you all to bits and I'm happy that some of you love me too. Any good stories I could read would be appreciated because I haven't very much time to be searching and such. Stupid physics. They kick my ass…..but we get to play with slinkies so it's fair right? Well here it is. The next chapter. Hope you all enjoy it. Not much plot development just a waste of hard drive to help me think…Anyone who wants to e-mail me with suggestions is very welcomed to do so.

Brow furrowed, Elrond ran his hand along Legolas' stomach. Legolas bit back a moan as he pressed down on his bruised side. " Be patient…" Elrond told him, pausing. He sensed a warmth and let his hand rest in the same place momentarily, his eyes closed. " Ah yes…" He smiled opening them once more.

" Do not fear…your little one is unharmed." Legolas' face relaxed visibly and he sighed leaning his head back against the pillow.

" Who was he?" He questioned softly, raising his hand and resting it upon his stomach. He gently massaged the swollen area.

" We do not yet know…all we can gather is that he is a Southron." Legolas nodded thoughtfully. "You did not escape completely unscathed, lucky though you were…you have several bruises and markings that will be painful to say the least…and you need to rest. The meeting with your father will not be a pleasant one." Legolas' head jerked up in surprise.

" My father? My father is in Mirkwood…he is not here…we will need not discuss what has happened with him."

" Alas Legolas this is something your father needs to know and I have sent for him. He will be here in two weeks time. I suggest you rest yourself. You have been through a tremendous strain." Legolas groaned, his head falling back against the pillow.

" You do not understand…my father will murder me…he will never accept this, not in an immortal's life will he accept this. I fear you have unwittingly invited my doom to your home." Legolas let his eyes close, yet kept a hand on his stomach.

" Surely you exaggerate. Now I'm sure Aragorn is anxious to see you. I will have some ice sent up to place on your sides…" Legolas groaned softly.

" Lord Elrond…I…I do not feel well…is there a chance that you perhaps have something that will settle my stomach?"

" I'm sure I could think of something young prince but for now you will have to weather your sickness. Do not forget that it is not unwillingly you came into the situation in which you find yourself."

" Do not remind me." Elrond's eyebrow arched and Legolas sighed.

" You regret perhaps your relationship?"

" Never…I am just implying that-"

" I am merely jesting with you. Aragorn will be in with you soon but I caution you to spend your time sleeping, mind you and only sleeping. You have gone through enough today…and you have yet to be careful in your indiscretions since you've arrived…if you do not wish to have the whole of Rivendell know of what happens then I suggest you do not engage in anything too…strenuous." Legolas nodded, not wanting or needing to get into a detailed conversation or argument. He wanted to sleep, yet he also wanted to talk with Aragorn. He wished to curl up in the Rangers arms and sleep safely but also knowing Aragorn he would want to discuss the event thoroughly. Sighing once more he pulled the blankets up to his chest and curled up onto his side. "Would you rather Aragorn waits before he visits?"

' N…Actually yes I would like to sleep for a few hours if you could please tell him I would be grateful." Elrond smiled knowingly.

" I will, and I will also return later to discuss the technicalities of your pregnancy as well…" Legolas yawned in answer and Elrond left the room, shutting the door softly behind him.

Out in the hall Aragorn paced restlessly. "How could this have happened? Why wasn't I watching him?" His cloak rustled as he moved. " If Elladan hadn't shot him I would have murdered that man with my bare hands. How dare he lay a hand on Legolas…"

Unbeknownst to Aragorn two sets of eyes were watching him. "Merry I can't see…why are we spying on him…remember what happened last time?" Pippin grumbled. Merry shushed him and peered out between the crack in the doorway.

" Something happened to Legolas…you heard them at breakfast. 'Go prepare Legolas' room…I hope it is nothing we cannot fix' They seemed in a right worry if you ask me. And look at Aragorn. He's pacing."

" But Merry…"

" Sh…Elrond is coming."

"Estel?" Aragorn spun around to face his foster father, worry creasing his weathered features.

" Legolas?"

" He is fine." Elrond assured placing a warm hand on Aragorn's shoulder. A deep sigh of relief escaped the Ranger and he visibly relaxed.

" And the child?"

" The child is well, everything is fine…" Elrond allowed Aragorn a moment of silence. "I have noticed a faint rounding of the Prince's stomach…he is beginning to show…" This seemed to brighten Aragorn for a moment. " But this means that you will have to explain to the others…and Thranduil how this came to be." Aragorn's eyes widened.

" Thranduil?" He spoke the name fearfully and Elrond nodded.

" He will arrive in two weeks time. He knows not why I have summoned him, I will leave that task with you and Legolas. I will merely stand as a mediator and to prevent him from harming either of you." The last sentence was spoken with a hint of laughter and Aragorn groaned.

" I do not want nor need to tell the king of Mirkwood that I have impregnated his son if I plan to live to see the birth."

" Ah…I will not let him harm you grievously if I so may intercept but alas this responsibility falls solely on you and Legolas. It was your doing that has brought this on…"

" Yes, yes I know…can I-"

" The Prince is sleeping and has asked me to tell you to wait three hours time before you visit. As for now I wish you to accompany me to my chambers, We need to discuss what happened and how that man came to be in Imladris." With a long look towards the door of Legolas' chamber Aragorn followed Elrond down the hall. There was a brief silence in the empty corridor and then suddenly a door opened and two small figures fell out into the hallway. Their bright little eyes were wide with shock and their cheeks flushed.

" A child? Legolas is with child?!" Pippin exclaimed in utter confusion. " How could that happen? He is a male!"

' I don't know, don't ask me. Oh gods…what…what are we going to do?" Their voices filtered through the beautifully carven hall as did their footsteps as they raced back towards the dining hall.

" Do you think Arwen knows? That's why she was so upset at breakfast? How could Aragorn and Legolas do that?" Pippin said as they turned the corner. There was a loud crash and muttered cursing.

Frodo sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his head curious to see the identity of his assailants. "Frodo? What are you doing here?" Merry asked. Frodo sighed a tired smile coming to his face.

" Why Merry and Pippin, I should have known it was you. My dear hobbits you have yet to be in a place and not cause trouble or pain…and in this case both." He rubbed the back of his head ruefully. "Why were you in such a rush?"

" We just were…I thought you were breakfasting with the others." Merry answered picking himself up and reaching a hand out towards his cousin. Frodo accepted it gratefully.

" I came to see if Legolas was well…it is rare occasion that an elf stays in bed on a day like this."

" How can Legolas be well? He's having a baby." The word flew out of Pippin's mouth before he could stop them. Eyes grew wide and a hand flew up to cover the cause of trouble.

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" This is grave indeed. No man has yet to enter our home unless given permission." Elladan said his hands folded on his lap. " And Elrohir and I took the liberty to patrol the borders after what happened and we found no way he could have possibly entered."

" Ah…then it is as I feared. We have a traitor under our roof." Elrond sighed. Galadriel had remained silent for the entire dialogue but spoke suddenly.

" This person is closer to you than you think." As she spoke a sadness seemed to emanate from her words and all faces turned to her.

" Do you know who this person is?" Aragorn asked. " I would gladly punish the said person myself." Galadriel shook her head gracefully, her golden hair in flowing rivers about her shoulders.

" Nay King Elessar…I cannot say." Cannot say or will not say? Aragorn thought angrily and took to fiddling with the sleeve of his over-robe. " I cannot say." She repeated and Aragorn felt immediately ashamed of his anger.

" Well me must find this person to stop another such occurrence." Gandalf said. " In his condition Legolas can not afford to be injured or attacked."

" In his condition?" Elrohir inquired innocently gazing up at his father. " Is there something about our friend that you have not told us? Is something amiss with Legolas?"

" Not so much amiss my son…" Elrond spoke slowly.

" Legolas is carrying my child." Aragorn blurted out. Elladan and Elrohir gazed at their brother, not so much surprised but amused. Their expressions were not unlike their father and Aragorn bowed his head.

" Ah…is that why he's been acting so strange?" Elladan said. " Thranduil will not be pleased with this. Not at all. I daresay you will survive his wrath. Arwen has been a misery lately, poor Glorfindel." Aragorn nodded.

" Yet I do not regret our actions."

' He never said you did." Elrohir answered.

" Can we please get back to the business at hand. What of this traitor? How will we find him?" Gandalf rose from his chair. " I believe a thorough search of the house may perhaps wield answers but also careful observation of-" But the sentence went unfinished as the study door burst open followed by a whirlwind of leather, metal and coarse dark hair.

" What about this baby business?! I have just been informed that Legolas is carrying someone's child!" And the meeting found itself facing a very angry dwarf, his battle-axe glinting in the morning light. A dark fire burned in his eyes.

" Gimli, I can explain." Aragorn said slowly backing up against the desk. Several people bowed their heads and Gandalf sighed.

Did I answer any questions? I bet I didn't…I can't even remember. How sad is that? Oh well. Tell me what I missed and I'll try to write them up in the next chapter somehow. Until next time (which I haven't the faintest idea of when)