Hey guys, finally a new chapter, I'm so sorry it took so long but I had doctor stuff and school stuff etc. So here's the next chapter, lol as far as the Vampire chronicles go I think Louis & Lestat and Armand & Daniel are the cutest couples, I know Armand and Daniel got tired of each other but when they were together they were so great…I love it. Oh well here's the next chapter so I hope you like it, it's a little bit longer so please refrain from strangling me like last time.

" And you trust me to believe that you know nothing of who sent for you and that…Larimier was it you said, is that was you called your companion killed by the Prince? That he was the only soul among you three who knew the identity of your sender?" Elrond asked calmly. His dark hair framed his face perfectly as usual and he did his best to look regal and for the famed Half-Elven it was hardly a mean feat. He folded his arms across his chest, nestling them against the navy blue velvet.

" Yes…I swear that only he had possession of the map, he burned it sometime ago after having memorized it. We were only following him for there is power in numbers." An amused laugh came forth from Elrond and his eyes twinkled momentarily.

" Power in numbers, you sir realize that we ourselves not only are Elves and skilled assassins but we also number into the hundreds…how can three men over-throw Imladris?" The young man flushed furiously. Elrond arched his eyebrow suddenly. " Are there others coming?" He asked, all humor gone from his voice.

" I know not!" The man cried desperately when the grip of his captor tightened. Elrond searched the face of his captive thoroughly before realizing that he spoke the truth. The youth was petrified.

" How old are you?"

" Nineteen." Was the surprised reply.

" And your name?"

" Branden…" The mortal's voice trailed off and he looked at the ground. Elrond sighed as if suddenly wearied and then waved his hand dismissively.

" Take him to his cell…and send for Estel and the Prince…and some wine if it's possible." The Elf nodded curtly and then led the young man from the room, thankfully with less force than the first.

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" Would you leave it be!" Legolas said exasperatedly as he fought to pull his hand from Aragorn's grasp. The man laughed.

" Just one small look and I promise that I will let you be." He tugged at the white bandages. Legolas glared at him and pulled hard on his arm.

" Your highnesses." A melodious voice spoke from the doorway and the two lovers looked up to see a tall elf standing in the doorway. " Lord Elrond requests your company in his chamber." Estel nodded.

" Alright, come Legolas." Aragorn pulled the Prince to his feet and then they walked, hand in hand down the hall. The Ranger knocked softly on the wooden door and then pushed it open. Elrond sat at his desk and smiled at the couple.

" You requested to see us?" Legolas inquired sitting down in a near-by chair.

"Ah yes…I believe I promised to talk to you about your pregnancy…and it completely slipped my mind. But I have some time now." Aragorn sat down next to Legolas and looked expectantly at his father. "Now I'm sure the most pressing matter you two are thinking about is the actually birth itself, and how it will come to pass, for I'm sure that you've noticed Legolas does not have the necessary anatomy to deliver the child." Legolas nodded.

" Well it's actually quite simple. Your body will build a birth canal during the week leading up to the actual birth. If you do begin to experience the pains of labor before the birth canal has formed we will have to remove the child ourselves."

" Remove?" Aragorn repeated. " And by remove…"

"While Legolas is under the influence of a powerful sleeping draught I myself will remove the child from his body…" Legolas seemed to quiet at these words and stoked his stomach absently. " As for when the child will be born…I would under normal circumstances ell you over the span of a year, due to the fact that it is the time it takes an Elf to carry a child to term yet the fact that the child is a hybrid changes this somewhat."

" Changes this how?" Aragorn asked. "Legolas is the one who carries the child, would it not be the same as in an Elven pregnancy?" Elrond shook his head.

" Nay, the child is a hybrid so it may be ready to be born before the time expected of an Elf. Though I know it is no shorter than nine months it could still possibly wait a year…"

" How long…" Legolas asked, his voice trailing off. Elrond regarded him silently for a moment.

" You wish to know how far along you are?" Legolas nodded, biting his bottom lip absently, one hand securely on his stomach. " Well if you let me examine you it will be easy to determine." Aragorn sighed and made like he was about to rise from his chair. " You do not have to leave Estel unless Legolas asks it, and he has not. Now Legolas can you please stand." Legolas did what he was told and stood awkwardly in the beautiful room, not sure what was expected of him.

" He won't bite." Aragorn laughed meriting a long silent glare. Elrond ignored the comment.

" Can you remove you tunic please?" Once more Legolas obeyed and then stood quietly before them letting his gaze drift over to Aragorn. He jumped slightly when he felt Elrond's hands on his stomach. " Relax young one…I will not harm you." Elrond chuckled good-naturedly and began to poke and prod various areas on and near Legolas' stomach. The Prince stood completely still until Elrond pulled back and seemed to study him for a few moments. " I am not certain but I do believe you are perhaps beginning your fifth month. It is hard to tell because males tend not to grow big until the final months…" Legolas nodded quietly once more.

" Is there anything else you wish to know love?" Aragorn questioned, his eyes never leaving the pale body. Legolas shook his head.

" Nay, I would much like to eat something…for once during this trial I am without the feeling of being ill and I fully intend to use this time to my advantage." He explained with a small smile as he replaced his silken tunic.

" Very well." Elrond smiled wearily. " Be off then. If there is anything I wish to discuss I will have you summoned once more." Legolas smiled gratefully and then made his way to the door, pausing to wait for Aragorn.

" Go on, I must speak with Elrond and then I'll join you." Legolas nodded and then disappeared down the hallway. Once the Prince was out of sight Aragorn turned to Elrond. " I must leave in three days time if I'm to journey back to Gondor, and I fear in stupidity Gimli, Legolas and I traveled here alone on foot…and with the problem of the men who continually seem to find this place and in light of Legolas' condition I fear it is an inadequate means of travel."

" I've thought of it too and I have arranged for a small party of Elves to accompany you three to the borders of Rohan, for Thranduil takes a different path to Mirkwood, Once in Rohan I assume King Éomer will provide protection and lodgings for you. All we need do is send word." Aragorn nodded.

" And the ceremony?"

" Well if you must leave in three days time then I suppose we will be up half the night planning it won't we." Aragorn laughed. " On your way to the dining hall would you please send word to King Thranduil that we have some work to do?"

" Alright then, if you need any help then all you need do I call-"

" Don't worry, all will be well my son."

" And I do not think I need tell you this but I would prefer a less-"

" Frugal…feminine wedding?" Elrond finished for him. Aragorn nodded. " Do not fret…it will be to your liking. Now I suggest you and your prince take lunch now because I will have the tailors sent to you in an hour's time. You cannot expect me to allow you to wear that to your own wedding." He made a point of gesturing to the drab green tunic Aragorn wore. " Now, off with you."

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" Are you sure you're going to eat all that lot?" Pippin asked gesturing to Legolas' plate with hungry eyes. Legolas nodded taking a bite of apple and swallowing quickly.

" Master Took I have hardly eaten over the past few days and I am positively starving. Let us not forget that I must now take in nourishment for two." He patted his stomach for emphasis before smiling at Pippin who sat low in his chair, arms crossed.

" I was only suggesting that I may help you-"

" If you are that hungry then I suggest you pay a visit to the kitchens and stop harassing me or let me assure you I will cause harm to-"

" Fine fine…I'm going. You don't need to make me feel any less wanted than I already am…come on Merry, Frodo. Let's leave him alone. To the Kitchens!" Pippin jumped down from his chair closely followed by Merry and Frodo in a race towards the kitchens. Legolas laughed before spearing his salad with a fork.

" Hungry are we?" A deep voice spoke from the doorway and Legolas smiled in Aragorn's direction before swallowing another mouthful of salad. He listened absently to Aragorn's approaching footsteps, taking a sip of water from his glass. The footsteps stopped behind his chair and he felt a warm hand grip his shoulder loosely while the other one reached for a slice of cheese.

" Aye, very and the future of Gondor is in trouble lest it's King halts his pillage of a certain Prince's food."

" Alright I understand, I will get my own." Aragorn sank down into the chair next to him. "The wedding will take place tomorrow." He said reaching up to twirl a small blond braid around his finger.

" I thought as much…" Was the muffled answer for Legolas' was once more enjoying his salad. Aragorn laughed.

" The tailors will come to see us in an hour or so father says…we were instructed to dine and then go to your chamber and wait." Legolas nodded swallowing. He could feel Aragorn's hand stroking the back of his head and leaned into the touch, not resisting when he felt Aragorn's lips on his own and then a hand on his leg. He sighed deepening the kiss and leaned back in his chair knowing full well he'd feel Aragorn's weight upon him any minute.

" AH! People need to eat here you know! Stop that right now!" The loud voice of a hobbit rang out through the room and Legolas felt with a pang of anger Aragorn draw away. "Now that's more like it thank you very much." Merry said scrambling into a chair, arms full of food. He dumped it onto the table before seating himself properly. Legolas' glared silently at him as the other two hobbits sat on either side of he and Aragorn.

" Now Aragorn, I thought you of all people would know what is decent and what is not…in a dinning hall no less." Frodo lectured with mock sternness before biting into his leg of lamb. Aragorn did not answer him and merely contented himself with running his hand long the inside of Legolas' thigh, watching as the Prince tried to eat without squirming. The hobbits tucked into their food zealously but stopped when Legolas gave a small gasp, his cheeks turning red.

" What's wrong?" Pippin asked and then noticed that Aragorn's hand had long since disappeared under the table. " Hey you! That's it. Out! Out I say. Take your food and leave! I do not want to witness that while I try to eat thank you, out now!" Frodo and Merry nodded in agreement with him, both on the verge of laughter.

" Aye…You two take those activities elsewhere." Frodo managed before dissolving into a fit of giggles at the look on Pippin's face when Legolas' yelped, jumping slightly in his seat. Laughing heartily Aragorn rose and then reached out his hand, helping Legolas to his feet.

" Come my Prince, it appears hobbits cannot understand the love that is ours." He picked up the plate of food and then he and Legolas left.

" Oh the nerve…" Pippin grumbled swallowing a mouthful of ale. Frodo only continued to laugh.

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