Okay, chapter eight. Yay. 84 reviews…stupid info on ff.net says 70-something…but I counted and it's 84 and my stats say that so I'm very excited. As it has come to my attention, or actually to be frank I've known for a while the Aragorn Legolas thing has been done to death…(tho there will always be a group of fans to read my work I hope **hint hint**)for my next fic I will try a different pairing…of course involving Legolas…All my stories will be about him. Any suggestions would be welcome, Oh and can someone please tell me or suggest how the wedding should go…I don't know that much about Elven ceremonies.. so any help would be appreciated. I love you all.

Legolas sat comfortably on Aragorn's lap, leaning back against the firm chest as rough callused fingers worked hard to braid the shining hair. " He'll be here in hours." Legolas mumbled closing his eyes. Aragorn nodded.

" I know I know… Lirimaer." Aragorn whispered and leaned down, placing a soft kiss on the prince's exposed neck. " Why must you tempt me so when I try to concentrate?"

" I try nothing Sir…" Legolas smirked, his worry fading momentarily. " You just seem entranced with my natural beauty." A smile creased Aragorn's face.

" Entranced is a good word…" He disentangled his hand from the blond tendrils and wrapped an arm around Legolas, patting his stomach affectionately. " Though it seems a little too censored for what I was thinking…"

"Aragorn my father will be under the same roof as we are in a mere few hours and with us rests the task of telling him that you have gotten me into the condition I am in, out of wedlock while married to another and that you wish to wed me. Not all the kisses in the world can rid me of my nervousness." He folded his arms stubbornly over his chest. Aragorn merely smiled and reached out, taking both the prince's hands in his own.

" Are you sure about that?" Legolas's frown wavered momentarily. " And it was not all kisses that were in my mind…"

" Really…how interesting…" Aragorn nodded pulling Legolas in for another kiss, his hand straying to the golden locks once more, though he did not intend to braid them. Legolas moaned softly as Aragorn eased him back against the cushions, not breaking the kiss. Once again his hands began to unbutton the silk tunic revealing the milky white skin beneath. Showering Legolas's chest with kisses he moved steadily downwards, placing an exceptionally long kiss on his stomach. " I do not think the baby should be witness to this." Legolas mumbled, his eyes half closed. Aragorn laughed.

" Our baby cannot yet see."

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" Don't you two look pretty." Gandalf smiled at Merry and Pippin who sat in the corner of the hall with identical looks of unadulterated hate. " But such a look is not becoming of you two. Hardly a way to meet royalty."

" Hardly a way? Gandalf this is unnecessary. This is ridiculous." Pippin gestured dramatically to his costume, of which was a pink embroidered dress.

" Well you said anything so this time it's your fault." Merry grumbled. His own dress, a flattering shade of pale purple was intricately beaded and glittered in the lamplight. " But I never in a million years thought he would do this. We are Thains and masters. This is hardly suitable for us to meet a king and the father of one of our friends."

" And it was hardly suitable to spy on your friends." Merry took to grumbling choice words under his breath and Gandalf watched amused as Pippin attempted to walk, the long flowing skirt making it a near impossible task.

The house of Rivendell was in a rush. The best tapestries were hung, flowers chosen by Elrond himself were everywhere and candles cast a soft light over the vast corridors. Beautiful songs drifted through the halls and everyone seemed to be in a good mood. All were wearing their best clothes, all save two small exceptions.

" I have half a mind to go talk to Aragorn about this." Merry stood, nearly tripping over his hem. Glorfindel, who seemed to appear out of thin air shook his head.

" I would not do so if I were you." He advised with a smile. " I really wouldn't."

" And why not?" Pippin asked, crossing his arms. The sleeves of the dress were far too long and hid his hands from view as he stood staring defiantly at the Elven Lord.

" Because I as an Elf have better hearing than most and I advise that you do not go up to that room…" Pippin looked confused for a brief second and then wrinkled his face in disgust.

" Oh god…not again…they will never stop." Gandalf laughed, placing a hand on Pippin's shoulder.

" My dear hobbit it has been nearly three weeks since your experience…you are highly over-exaggerating." Pippin didn't seem to think so but grew quiet anyways and stared mutinously at the pink monstrosity he had been forced to wear out of fear of death. Merry glared quietly at everyone and everything in sight, including Elrond who had come sweeping into the room in velvet over-robe of deep blue.

" Where are they?" He questioned ignoring the hobbits and glancing around the room. He tilted his head sideways towards a corridor and frowned. " They are supposed to be getting ready…they will be the death of me. Thranduil will have my head on a platter for allowing this to happen."

" Do not fear my friend." Gandalf smiled supportively, his face crinkling. " I believe all will go well…"

" Then you are the optimist I am not..." Elrond glanced over at a servant hurrying by. " Are the candles in the dinning hall lit?"

" Yes Sir." He replied with a curt nod of his head.

" Good, thank you then." And the servant hurried on.

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" I can't believe you!" Legolas fumed, his hair in wild disarray as he struggled into his leggings. "My father is coming up the lane and we're not even dressed!" Aragorn was fastening his tunic and glancing hurriedly at the window.

" Can't believe me! You weren't exactly stopping my advances." He answered angrily. He did the last clasp and began searching hurriedly for his over-robe. Legolas was lifting up blankets and pillows in a frantic state, his face flushed to a dark crimson. The glimmering blond hair fell in rivulets around his shoulders and in his face against the gleamingly white skin. Aragorn stopped momentarily to watch.

" What's wrong?"

" My tunic is gone…and I can't find anything!" Legolas' voice had lost its edge and he sounded on the verge of tears. Aragorn sighed.

" Legolas your things are right here on the back of the chair…" He spoke softly, sympathetically. A soft breeze blew into the room and ruffled Legolas' hair. Aragorn held his arms out towards the Elf and slowly Legolas approached before allowing Aragorn to encompass him with the warm strong grip he was so used to. " Everything will be all right…they can wait several minutes for us…" He kissed the top of Legolas' head tenderly before cupping a hand under his chin and raising it so their gazes met. " Alright?" Legolas nodded and once again allowed Aragorn to help him into his tunic, fuss over him and sooth him. Apart of him was ashamed at the fact that he was acting every bit of a child, or an invalid. Not the stoic, noble prince he was supposed to be and yet another part craved the attention and needed it.

" I am alright." He mumbled after a minute before pulling out of the embrace. Aragorn raised an eyebrow concerned but Legolas waved his hand dismissively. " It was silly of me to be so upset. As I can see you were right, my clothes lie where you said they did. The others can wait while we prepare." Aragorn stood still as his betrothed began to dress once more with a slow pace, his eyes downcast.

" Legolas…" His voice trailed off.

" I am fine Aragorn." Legolas snapped, deft fingers tying the silver strings of his shirt. Aragorn crossed his arms.

" No you're not." He said gazing intently at his partner. " Why would you lie to me?" Legolas turned to look at him, anger flaring in his deep sapphire eyes. Aragorn was taken slightly aback but did not move or show sign of giving in.

" I am not LYING!" Legolas shouted and suddenly his faced paled and he clutched at his stomach. Groaning he took a step back, hitting the edge of the bed. A cry of surprise mingled with pain escaped his lips as a sharp flame spasmed in his chest and stomach.

" Legolas, what's the matter?!" Aragorn cried out in alarm, his face shrouded in worry. Legolas sat down heavily, his chest heaving.

" N-Nothing." He managed before a shrill cry broke free. Aragorn felt his forehead and was surprised to find it hot to the touch.

" I will fetch Elrond, do not move." He turned and sprinted out of the room and down the hall, leaving many confused, dazed and annoyed servants in his wake.

Lirimaer- Lovely one