Boy are you guys lucky, having me write this on my birthday. Lucky lucky lucky…J/K. I was happy to do it.

Legolas watched out of the corner of his eye as Arwen slipped from the room. Turning back to the fire he sipped at his drink and relished at the feel of a warm hand on the small of his back. He could feel Aragorn's breath on his neck and sighed. "Maybe we should retire to our rooms now." The man whispered, placing a soft kiss against the curved point of the ear. Legolas felt a shiver of passion flood his body but decided to hide this from Aragorn.

" Ah…I am so very tired, I would much like to sleep…" He answered with a grin as a drunk hobbit danced past them.

" Sleep will you? On our wedding night?" Aragorn growled into his ear. Legolas managed to keep his face placid as he nodded, taking another sip of his drink. " Trust me there will be no sleeping."

" Hm…perhaps." Legolas mused trying to look interested as Merry, Pippin and Frodo climbed up onto a near-by table, full mugs of ale clutched in their tiny hands. He groaned good-naturedly. The three chorused into a song from the Shire immediately. Though they were giving a good effort the large number of drinks they had consumed made their speech near unrecognizable. All the occupants in the room kept a look of intrigue on their faces in respect for hobbits and waited until the song was finished and they had climbed down before turning away and resuming their conversations. Aragorn smiled taking Legolas' free hand within his own.

" Now do you wish to retire?" He whispered and began to plant a trail of kissed down the Prince's exposed neck. Legolas arched his back, his cheeks turning red. He caught the glances of Elrond and Thranduil as he did so.

" Do you wish to carry on so in front of our fathers?" Aragorn drew back immediately. Legolas laughed. " Yes I do wish to go to our rooms kind sir…" This was rewarded with a large grin and Aragorn rose rather quickly before extending his hand to Legolas who laughed. " I am not so big yet that I need to be escorted around." He said before sweeping past Aragorn and disappearing into the crowd.

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" Arwen what were you doing?" Glorfindel asked upon seeing her return. She smiled sweetly.

" Nothing my love." She planted a small kiss on his lips before seating herself. " I was out taking a walk, the closeness of all these people made me dizzy." Glorfindel studied her face. It was as calm as ever, not a sign of anything registered and he sighed taking her hand.

" You…" He began but did not finish and chose to watch Elrond approach them graciously nodding to those who addressed him. Finally the Lord of Imladris reached the couple and he smiled at them sinking down into a chair beside them.

" How are you?" He asked before leaning in and placing a kiss on Arwen's cheek.

" I am well Ada…do not worry." She smiled at him and Elrond nodded.

" And you Glorfindel…how are you?"

" I am well…I have no reason to be unwell." Glorfindel laughed. " It was a wonderful ceremony…"

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" You could at least wait until we are in our room!" Legolas said grinning when he felt Aragorn's hand on his leg once more. There was a soft chuckle from behind and the pair paused in front of the familiar door.

" Well…what do you know? Here we are at our room…" Aragorn mused innocently staring at the door. Quickly he reached past the blond Elf and threw the door open. Smiling he outstretched his arms as if in an attempt to carry Legolas but Legolas shook his head.

" No, I can manage myself thank you." He laughed before walking past the man and into the room. Aragorn followed but both stopped in silence. Candles were lit and sat on every available surface. The room was bathed in the soft light. Aragorn spotted a small pitcher and two glasses sitting on the nightstand and smiled. A small paper was tucked between the three items.

" Well then…it looks as though we've had some visitors." He smiled and went over to read the paper. " For my dear son and son in law…a small gift, I hope you thoroughly enjoy, Thranduil's gift awaits in the bathroom. We wish you both a wonderful night, please spare us the details. Elrond." Aragorn finished reading and laughed. The liquid within the decanter smelled of fresh fruit and Aragorn poured two glasses, handing one to Legolas. " I am sure that it is not something that will damage the child…" Legolas nodded and sipped at it, smiling in Aragorn direction. Aragorn however took only a small drink of his own before casting a curious glance in the direction of their bathroom. " I wonder…"

' By all means go love, I'll wait here and you can tell me what it is." Legolas answered. The man smiled and then quickly made his way towards the desired location. Behind him he could hear Legolas refilling his glass and then stopped when he reached for the door handle, feeling slightly dizzy. Odd…he thought raising an eyebrow and pushing open the door. An aftertaste lingered in the back of his throat and he couldn't help but think that it was vaguely familiar. Ignoring it he pushed open the door. Their bath was filled and small rose-petals floated on the surface. This room too was draped in candles. Once again the dizziness came, accompanied by a short pain in his stomach. A wave of worry washed over him. Slowly he approached the bath and dipped his hand into the water. With a sharp cry he withdrew his hand as a horrible pain pricked it's way across his skin. The water was near boiling.

" LEGOLAS!" He called turning and running for the door. " Do not drink anymore!" He cried ignoring the agony in his hand. When he burst into the room he found Legolas doubled over on the bed, his face bathed in sweat, his features twisted in pain. One hand grasped his stomach so tightly that the knuckles were impossibly white. " No!" Aragorn moaned and ran to the Elf's side. He slid an arm beneath the slender legs and used the other to support Legolas' back. In one swift movement he had lifted him and had the shaking body cradled against his chest. Legolas looked up at him, his eyes clouded over in pain.

" What is it?" He whispered as Aragorn sprinted down the hall.

" I know not…just be still…" Aragorn answered, turning a corner and then turning once more into another hallway.

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" Wee little hobbit." Gimli laughed looking down at Pippin fondly. " Be thankful that we do not possess the hearing abilities of the elves or we would be hearing quite the earful of tonight's going-ons." Pippin looked up at him, eyes slightly unfocused.

" Wha?" He asked, the one word sounded slurred. Gimli laughed.

" Perhaps there is even a limit to the amount of spirits a hobbit can consume small Sir, perhaps it would be in your interest if you gave me your mug of ale." At this question Pippin shook his head vehemently.

" No, I don' think I will…Gimli…" He mumbled glancing down at the mug affectionately, running his thumb across the handle. Gimli was about to repeat his request but there was a sudden bang as the doors were thrown open and Aragorn ran into the room, Legolas held tightly in his arms. Distress and pain was clearly etched in the proud face. Immediately Gimli jumped to his feet.

" What happened?!" He shouted and started towards the pair but Elrond and Thranduil arrived first.

" What is it? What is wrong with Legolas?" Thranduil demanded, his eyes locked on the figure of his son. Elrond laid his hand across the Prince's brow and frowned. His eyes met Aragorn's. Quickly Aragorn explained about the 'presents'. Both the Lord's faces darkened. " Who would do such a thing?"

" It matters not now, we must get him to my rooms immediately. This morning I discovered some herbs missing from my private stores…hopefully they are those that were used in this atrocity and I will still be able to counter-act the effects."

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