Sorry, only had half an hour to write this. Suicides, doctor appointments and just problems in general have delayed me and as ordered by my therapist who keeps upping the dosage of my meds everytime I see him I have to spend more time with my mother so she bought us opening night tickets for POTC so I have to leave soon. Hope you all enjoy this not as boring as last time albeit short chapter.

Love Emily

" There is much discussion to be had, friends. It would be best if we rode with haste to Edoras." Aragorn said quickly, nodding his head in the direction of the desired location.

" Of course my lord." Faramir said respectively leaning forwards in the gesture of a bow. Eowyn remained silent, a literal statue beside the figure of her husband. Without further words the group rode forth.

They were finally within the city's walls after many hours of riding. To say the least it was a relief for Aragorn to know that they had a warm bed to sleep in that night.

He strode over to where Legolas was still perched atop his horse. " Here, let me to help you." He said with a grin, reaching up and gripping either side of Legolas' ever-growing waist. The elf wrinkled his nose in distaste.

" I am not so big yet that I need help down from my horse."

" You're wide enough, trust me on this and all the same I'd like to help you." Not wanting to cause another argument Legolas swung his leg over the side of his horse and allowed Aragorn to support him until he hit the ground, though it embarrassed him to be treated so gently in front of so many warriors. Once his feet hit the ground he pulled out of the man's grip, though he allowed him to trail a hand around his waist.

Faramir and Eowyn watched the exchange silently, though their wonder seemed to grow.

" Ah, you've finally arrived," The voice of Eomer boomed over the small company. " Welcome friends, I have had a small banquet prepared for-" But he stopped abruptly upon seeing the elf and man in such close proximity. Slowly his eyes traveled over the length of Legolas' body and widened considerably when they reached the Prince's stomach.

" Do not ask questions Eomer, we will explain while we dine, though I do hope you could set a more intimate place for it, I would prefer we tell only our close friends at this time."

" Tell your close friends-"

" Did you not hear him brother? He said he will answer no questions until we dine, hold thy tongue." Eowyn said suddenly spinning to face the figure of Rohan's king. If possible said figure seemed to shrink under his sister's withering gaze.

" Ah yes, I suppose he did, I'll have our food brought to a private chamber." He said quickly. Faramir watched the scene with a smile.

* * * *

" But it's not possible! How could it be?" For several moments Faramir's question remained unanswered.

" You lie, surely this is a joke of some kind." Eomer added. Aragorn face darkened.

" Would I lie to my close friends and allies of a matter thus? Every word I speak is the truth. Legolas carries my children." When he had finished speaking Legolas leaned close to his ear and whispered something in Elvish, leaving those at the table in confusion. Aragorn smiled and without explaining why he took Eomer's hand and placed it against Legolas' stomach.

A look of wonder slowly spread across the marksman's face. " It moved…kicked even…" He whispered softly.

" They." Legolas corrected with a smile.

Eowyn and Faramir exchanged glances. "But how is it possible?" She asked, repeating her husband's question.

" All that Lord Elrond has said is that some males of elf kind can conceive and bear children, he has not gone into details in the matter. The birth will be a natural one-"

" But how can it be a natural birth? He…has not the anatomy to give birth insofar as I know." Eomer argued. Faramir and Eowyn seconded the man's question.

" The body builds its own exit for the child, or in my own instance, children. It takes roughly a week to form so I will be well aware when it will happen." Legolas spoke with the utmost calm as he took a slice of apple from a nearby plate. There was a small silence. " We do not know how long it will be before the process begins. An eleven pregnancy lasts for a year but as you all know for a mortal it is only nine months. The twins being both leaves us with no clear time frame. I now not if they will progress at the rate of a mortal child or at the rate of an Elven child."

" And how far along are you?" Eowyn continued.

" By this point perhaps eight months on a human calendar." The Elf answered taking another morsel of apple.

" And what of Arwen?" Faramir said finally, as though it was something that needed to be discussed but he regretted the need deeply.

" She was angered, as she should rightly be." Aragorn began but paused for several seconds. "But she had her own affairs as well…I won't go into the details but we were both at fault."

" What will the people think of this?"

" We will cross that bridge when we come to it, but for now I desire nothing more than a warm bed and peace and quiet in which to sleep."

" Of course."

" We set out for the White City in two days time." Aragorn announced pushing his chair back from the table and standing. Legolas followed him in his actions and Eomer stood quickly.

" I'll show you to your room."

* * * * *

" It is a wonderful day for a departure, is it not?" Aragorn asked with a laugh and a smile. Legolas nodded, stroking Arod's nose thoughtfully. There was a companionable silence between the couple until Aragorn spoke once more. " And how are you?"

" Well." Legolas lied, hand automatically straying to his stomach. He'd felt off all morning though Aragorn would be the last person he knew he'd speak to about it. The nagging and constant worry were driving him to the edge, or perhaps over into the abyss of madness. The feeling hadn't amounted to physical pain and he preferred to keep these things to himself until he knew that it would bring harm to the children. Insofar as he knew the children were safe and healthy. Perhaps it was nerves. He dreaded facing the people of Gondor but not only them but his own people, his elves of Ithilien.

" And you lie not?"

" Nay…" Legolas' voice trailed off and he smiled appreciatively at the horse, patting it once more before glancing over his shoulder at his husband. Aragorn was checking the harnesses and equipment for what Legolas guessed to be the fifth time.

The journey would be long and above else he wanted to be able to enjoy himself instead of listening to the constant nagging and questions about his health. The wind flowed through his hair and he sighed.

In the distance he could see Eowyn and Faramir approaching. Their horses were already saddled and waiting with the others and he knew they would be leaving soon. Eowyn was regarding him silently and Legolas ducked away, further towards the small stream that they were near. A hand strayed to his stomach and gradually it strayed further until it was cradling the swollen flesh. Surprise registered clearly across his face when one finger seemed to sink farther than the others. This brought a small amount of pain with it and Legolas' brow wrinkled in confusion. Careful that no one was watching he lifted the edge of his tunic and gently probed the area. He found it almost immediately. There was an indent, or what he could describe only as a small tear on the underside of his swollen belly. Pulling his hand back he realized with a shock that blood coated the tips of his fingers. " Oh no…" He whispered softly. " Not now…"

Once more, sure that no one was watching he tore at the undergarment beneath his tunic until he was able to remove a strip of fabric. Carefully he tucked it against the opening and let his tunic fall back to cover it.

" Legolas, we depart soon!" Faramir's voice was loud and Legolas spun around, flashing the ranger a smile and a nod. Eowyn still watched him and he turned away quickly, in an effort to appear as though he was watching the water.

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