***I hope you guys are happy with this chapter as it's longer then the last
one......and for all of you that e-mailed me to tell me you don't like
mpregs or slash....guess what? NOBODY CARES! I'm not forcing you to read
this..I happen to like the way this is turning out and if you have a
problem with males being pregnant......go away. For everybody else.....hope
you like this chapter.***
"Legolas!"
Legolas bounded up from the ground where he moments before lay sleeping, and turned his head from side to side, trying to decipher where the danger was. He then, with his keen elf eyes, spotted Aragorn keeled over on the ground heaving his guts out.
"Darling! What happened? Are you okay?" Legolas asked, concern filling his voice. Aragorn looked up weakly.
"What is it look like? I must have eaten something weird." Aragorn said, trying to remember what out of the many MANY things he had eaten, had sparked the vomiting. Legolas sat for a moment and then it hit him.
"Mela," he said softly, trying to keep from laughing, "It's just morning sickness."
"What?" Aragorn's blank look just made Legolas want to laugh even more.
"Morning sickness estal. It happens when you're pregnant. You throw up."
"How do you know?" Aragorn asked suspiciously. This "morning sickness" thing sounded totally bogus, not to mention frightening to him. He probably just had a hangover.
"One of my servants was a midwife too. She was always spouting out all this stuff. Didn't you know?" Legolas asked, very much surprised when Aragorn shook his head sadly.
"Well how long is this stupid sickness supposed to last? A week.....two?" Aragorn asked drearily.
"Umm...actually it's everyday. Sometimes it ends by the sixth month......and sometimes not. AHHHH!" yelped Legolas as he ducked just in time to miss Aragorn's attempt to punch his light's out.
"You.....IT WAS YOU! It's all your fault." Aragorn accused, making excessive finger pointing gestures towards Legolas. Legolas shrank away truly hurt.
"Don't worry Aragorn, I'll be here by your side all the while." Aragorn calmed down a bit, and sat down to digest this new piece of information. Meanwhile, Gimli had gotten up and was back to his chanting, and rocking.
"Stupid everybody, waking Gimli up. Gimli no happy. Stupid Frumpy and Sammy......stupid man.....stupid Gandalf, never lets me have any fun. Gimli Gimli Gimli......no no no........happy happy happy." Chanted Gimli. Legolas and Aragorn both looked up, glanced at each other worriedly, and looked back to Gimli.
"Uh Gimli?"
"What?" Gimli grunted.
"Are you talking about yourself third person?" Legolas asked.
"Yeah, so what if I am? Gimli can do whatever Gimli wants to do." Yelled a very angry dwarf lord. Legolas turned away and rolled his eyes.
"Ok....then."
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"Any sign of Frumpy?" asked Aragorn wearily. It had been five days since they had set out from Rohan in search of the stupid fat gay hobbits, and still no sign of them, except for the trail of sticky white liquid and lembas, that they had been following.
"No, and his name is Frodo." Legolas said, just as weary of the journey, and the midnight awakenings by Aragorn to go make him something to eat. Legolas was so fed up, he felt like running off and joining Frodo. Ew wait, no he didn't.
"Stupid Frumpy."
Legolas sighed and continued walking. All of a sudden he saw something shiny flash ahead of him in the forest. Then again. It was almost as if the flashes were in some sort of rhythmic movement. Coming a little closer, Legolas saw that they were not just flashes, but the ring, and two hobbits engaged in a rather carnal activity.
"Well, looks like we found them."
***Yeah! More Frumpy for all......hm...I can't think of a name for Sam though.....or Gandalf.....I would appreciate one.***
"Legolas!"
Legolas bounded up from the ground where he moments before lay sleeping, and turned his head from side to side, trying to decipher where the danger was. He then, with his keen elf eyes, spotted Aragorn keeled over on the ground heaving his guts out.
"Darling! What happened? Are you okay?" Legolas asked, concern filling his voice. Aragorn looked up weakly.
"What is it look like? I must have eaten something weird." Aragorn said, trying to remember what out of the many MANY things he had eaten, had sparked the vomiting. Legolas sat for a moment and then it hit him.
"Mela," he said softly, trying to keep from laughing, "It's just morning sickness."
"What?" Aragorn's blank look just made Legolas want to laugh even more.
"Morning sickness estal. It happens when you're pregnant. You throw up."
"How do you know?" Aragorn asked suspiciously. This "morning sickness" thing sounded totally bogus, not to mention frightening to him. He probably just had a hangover.
"One of my servants was a midwife too. She was always spouting out all this stuff. Didn't you know?" Legolas asked, very much surprised when Aragorn shook his head sadly.
"Well how long is this stupid sickness supposed to last? A week.....two?" Aragorn asked drearily.
"Umm...actually it's everyday. Sometimes it ends by the sixth month......and sometimes not. AHHHH!" yelped Legolas as he ducked just in time to miss Aragorn's attempt to punch his light's out.
"You.....IT WAS YOU! It's all your fault." Aragorn accused, making excessive finger pointing gestures towards Legolas. Legolas shrank away truly hurt.
"Don't worry Aragorn, I'll be here by your side all the while." Aragorn calmed down a bit, and sat down to digest this new piece of information. Meanwhile, Gimli had gotten up and was back to his chanting, and rocking.
"Stupid everybody, waking Gimli up. Gimli no happy. Stupid Frumpy and Sammy......stupid man.....stupid Gandalf, never lets me have any fun. Gimli Gimli Gimli......no no no........happy happy happy." Chanted Gimli. Legolas and Aragorn both looked up, glanced at each other worriedly, and looked back to Gimli.
"Uh Gimli?"
"What?" Gimli grunted.
"Are you talking about yourself third person?" Legolas asked.
"Yeah, so what if I am? Gimli can do whatever Gimli wants to do." Yelled a very angry dwarf lord. Legolas turned away and rolled his eyes.
"Ok....then."
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"Any sign of Frumpy?" asked Aragorn wearily. It had been five days since they had set out from Rohan in search of the stupid fat gay hobbits, and still no sign of them, except for the trail of sticky white liquid and lembas, that they had been following.
"No, and his name is Frodo." Legolas said, just as weary of the journey, and the midnight awakenings by Aragorn to go make him something to eat. Legolas was so fed up, he felt like running off and joining Frodo. Ew wait, no he didn't.
"Stupid Frumpy."
Legolas sighed and continued walking. All of a sudden he saw something shiny flash ahead of him in the forest. Then again. It was almost as if the flashes were in some sort of rhythmic movement. Coming a little closer, Legolas saw that they were not just flashes, but the ring, and two hobbits engaged in a rather carnal activity.
"Well, looks like we found them."
***Yeah! More Frumpy for all......hm...I can't think of a name for Sam though.....or Gandalf.....I would appreciate one.***