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" I can find nothing wrong." Elrond looked completely bewildered. " You are in fine health for someone of your condition." The news seemed to do little to hearten the prince who lay on the bed quietly, a subdued look on his face. " Fear not…he will come around and see reason…although young one you must try to see things in his perspective as well." Elrond was rewarded with silence and turned his gaze to Aragorn who stood by the window. Having raised the King Elrond could easily find the look of anger that seemed so well hidden. " I would advise you to rest right now…just relax and if the pains return, summon me at once." Legolas nodded mutely and Aragorn cast a worried glance in the direction of the bed.

" Thank you." He smiled wearily at Elrond before turning around once more.

" I have other matters to attend to but as I said…"

' Summon you if anything goes wrong…or if anything pains him." Aragorn finished. Elrond nodded and then rose. He opened his mouth as if to speak once more before leaving but decided against it and departed.

"He hates me." Legolas spoke after a moment's silence. Aragorn turned confused.

' Elrond?" He questioned and then crawled up onto the bed beside him. Legolas shook his head.

" My father…don't be stupid." Aragorn frowned.

" If my time and attention is not being appreciated then I will take it elsewhere." Legolas didn't so much as laugh at the gesture of humor. He merely sighed and looked up at Aragorn impatiently. "I am only trying to make you feel better my love…I know it's hard to have a parents disapproval." Legolas accepted the offered arm and cuddled up against Aragorn, his head nestled in the crook of his arm.

" I don't know what to do…"

" Just sleep." Aragorn whispered, a finger trailing along the Prince's cheek. "I will be here should any problems arise…" Legolas nodded, yawning and let his eyelids droop. When he slept with eyes open Aragorn, despite the knowledge that all was well felt uneasy and Legolas had grown accustomed to sleeping with his eyes shut. A silence filled the room for what must have been the hundredth time in the Ranger's tired mind. Legolas' light breathing was a comfort though and he settled back against the pillows, his head resting atop that of his lover. Though he tried to remain awake his eyes slowly closed and a hand found it's way to the Elf's slightly swollen stomach.

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The sound came again and Legolas struggled to remain asleep, trying desperately to hold onto the fleeting visions of his home and the forest he had loved so much. Yet peace would not find him and he stirred at the sound as it came once more, a timid knock on the door, not loud enough rouse perhaps a mortal. It was made for the ears of an Elf.

Sighing he pulled himself from his lover's embrace, careful not to disturb Aragorn's slumber. The King was wrought with worries and Legolas was careful to allow him his rest. He knew all to well the strain the following week would bring to their relationship.

He pulled on a silk robe and tied it firmly around his waist before trying to make some semblance of his hair, which to his chagrin was in disarray. Smoothing it tiredly he went to the door, opening it gently and peering out into the hall. Thranduil stood before him, forever the mighty king of Mirkwood yet Legolas could sense a feeling of guilt. It brought hope though he did not show it.

" Father." He said politely trying to appear attentive. Sleep tugged at his senses but he pushed it back.

" Legolas I wish to speak with you alone." He said stepping back to allow room for the Prince in the corridor. Legolas accepted quickly and shut the door silently behind him before turning to face his father.

" Of course." He answered. There was a small silence before Thranduil turned and began to walk with an elegant haste down the hall, Legolas obviously intended to follow. When they reached the dining hall they veered to the left and out into the gardens. The moonlight spilled over the landscape casting a silver shadow on everything. " What would you like to speak to me about?" Legolas inquired cautiously.

" I fear I acted too brashly earlier. By looking at you I can clearly see that you love King Elessar." There was a slight pause in the explanation and Legolas tried to hide his eagerness. " And he appears to love you as well. There are few men who would dare confront me in my fury." Legolas grinned slightly. "And I have thoroughly thought through the political aspects of this and it does create an eternal alliance between the two realms…and it would restore the alliance of Men and Elves…"

" That it would."

" The wedding must happen soon before word of this gets out." Legolas nodded. Another silence fell on the pair and they stopped walking. Thranduil ran his hand down the trunk of a slender birch and sighed. "You are far too slender for someone with child." The statement caught Legolas off guard.

" I would suspect the conditions for a male to be different than those of a she-Elf." He pointed out. Thranduil shook his head.

" That may be but it worries me."

" It is merely the sickness. It will pass and I have been eating." Thranduil turned to look at Legolas.

" May I?" He asked. The Prince was surprised that his father would ask permission for anything of his sons but none the less found composure enough to nod his head. Almost hesitantly the King placed a slender hand on his son's stomach and grinned. "I can feel it." He seemed suddenly ecstatic but frowned in worry when Legolas yawned. " You are weary you should return to your chamber and rest." Legolas knew his father too well to protest and allowed himself to be led back into the house.

His father walked him to his rooms and bid him goodnight before leaving the younger Elf to himself. Unable to suppress another yawn he entered the room and crawled back into bed beside Aragorn. This time his movement caused the ranger to mumble in his sleep. Smiling lovingly Legolas placed a tender kiss on his cheek before lying back down and closing his eyes.

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" Well you're in a fine mood this morning my Prince." Aragorn mused watching as Legolas hummed softly, working small braids into his hair. " I feared you would be upset by your father's reaction last night." Legolas shook his head.

" Nay, my father came to speak with me last night. All is well. He will approve." Aragorn froze when he was standing, a look of disbelief on his face.

" Prey repeat yourself…I believe I misheard you."

" You heard me well enough." Legolas answered with a smirk. Aragorn's eyes widened even farther if possible.

" How so?"

" He says he was too rash in his decision and does see the benefits. Though he has one condition…" Legolas allowed his voice to trail off watching amused as Aragorn tried to remain patient. After a moment the Ranger sighed.

" Will you not tell me? Oh you are a wicked creature." He cried.

" Aye, but I am your wicked creature. He only bids that we wed with the utmost haste…He wishes it done before the end of the week." Aragorn nodded.

" Then it is happening!" He smiled and ran to Legolas, lifting the blond in his arms. He swung him around the room.

" SET ME DOWN!" Legolas cried though his anger was thwarted by his laughter.

" Your majesty!" A voice spoke from the doorway and Aragorn stopped in mid-twirl. Legolas hit the ground softly and stood by Aragorn looking questioningly at the Elf who stood in the doorway.

" Yes?" Aragorn inquired.

" Lord Elrond wishes to have meeting. He says it is of the uttermost importance." Brow creasing in concern, Aragorn nodded.

" Have some breakfast and I will find you later." He instructed to Legolas before following the messenger out of the room.