***Yeah I know it's been a little while, and I'm sorry but I haven't had
time to write the next chapter.....but it's finally here and it's
relatively long.....so enjoy it while you can.....hope you like it.***
DISCLAIMER: As always I own nothing, and Tolkien owns everything. Except for that colander I stole from his house.....that is now mine.
"Uh Frumpy?"
"What?" Frodo asked, looking up from where he was busy rubbing Aragorn's feet. Legolas had gone out to go shopping for the baby and taken Sam with him, leaving poor Frodo to tend to Aragorn all by himself.
"I think I'm having labour pains." Aragorn said, and doubled over in pain, gasping for air. Frodo backed away instinctively, and began to hyperventilate.
"NO! This can't be happening! It must be...." Frodo groped around wildly thinking for reasons that Aragorn may be having pains, "It must be that almond cake you ate an hour ago."
"No, it's not an almondy type of pain." Aragorn said, straightening up a little. Frodo realised he had been hyperventilating, and returned his breathing to normal.
"Well what are we going to do?"
"I dunno, wait for Legolas?" Aragorn shrugged, and then all of a sudden felt another contraction coming on and reached for Frodo's hand squeezing it to the verge of popping his bones out.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Frodo, wake up." Frodo, sat up in his bed, and looked around dazedly. He saw Sam sitting next to him in bed, with a worried expression on his face, but nothing else on.
"Horrible dream....horrible...." muttered Frodo distractedly. Sam's expression intensified and he took Frodo into his arms, snuggling him against his chest.
"There there, it wasn't real. Everything's ok."
"Everything's ok." Frodo repeated, and drifted back to sleep.
***MEANWHILE IN LEGOLAS AND ARAGORN'S BEDROOM***
"I don't know Aragorn is it good for the baby?" Legolas asked nervously edging away from a very eager and needy Aragorn.
"Who car-umm...."Aragorn paused seeing Legolas' eyes narrow, "I mean, Elrond said as long as it wasn't too jumpy we could do it."
"I don't know." Legolas said, shaking his head. "You're 7 months into the pregnancy. This kind of thing could damage the baby. And what if- what if....." Legolas paused dramatically, and shifted his eyes around supiciously, "What if the baby can hear us?" he whispered. Aragorn stared at Legolas in disbelief and began to laugh hysterically.
"What, what is it.....what's so funny?" Legolas demanded indignantly, with his hands on his hips.
"God in heaven, Legolas all we're doing is pottery."
***SOMEWHERE IN RIVENDELL.....***
"Father!" screeched Arwen. Elrond winced and looked up from his books. From the tone of Arwen's voice, this was not going to be a happy scene.
"What?"
"I'm back!" Arwen announced, entering the room with a kick in the air. Elrond stared at her puzzled, and Arwen's expression immediately turned to one of anger.
"You didn't even notice I was gone!" she yelled. Elrond flinched, and quickly tried to fix his blunder.
"Of course I did, er......darling. But I was just a little busy. So how was your trip to....um....how was your trip?"
"Fine, but I missed all these people. They're so much easier to boss around. The elves in Lothlorien are so.....feisty." Arwen grimaced, recalling the arguments she had had with the elves. Elrond snickered at the irony of Arwen's statement.......who was she to call anyone feisty?
"Well, anyways I'm going to go see Aragorn." Arwen said nonchalantly and headed out the door. Elrond froze thinking of the scene at Legolas' temporary home in Rivendell. He loved his nephew and his foster son, and did not want to see them die in the hands of his shudder......daughter.
"Wait, Arwen!" Elrond called, Arwen turned, now becoming irritated.
"What is it?" she snapped.
"Um, it's late you should rest first." Elrond said weakly, not able to think of any other excuse.
"Don't worry I'll sleep at Aragorn's." Arwen grinned slyly, and ran out the door before Elrond could say another word.
This was not going to be pretty.
***Well, I'm tired now and have to go. I hope to put the next chapter up soon but you never know, so no promises. Don't forget to review!***
DISCLAIMER: As always I own nothing, and Tolkien owns everything. Except for that colander I stole from his house.....that is now mine.
"Uh Frumpy?"
"What?" Frodo asked, looking up from where he was busy rubbing Aragorn's feet. Legolas had gone out to go shopping for the baby and taken Sam with him, leaving poor Frodo to tend to Aragorn all by himself.
"I think I'm having labour pains." Aragorn said, and doubled over in pain, gasping for air. Frodo backed away instinctively, and began to hyperventilate.
"NO! This can't be happening! It must be...." Frodo groped around wildly thinking for reasons that Aragorn may be having pains, "It must be that almond cake you ate an hour ago."
"No, it's not an almondy type of pain." Aragorn said, straightening up a little. Frodo realised he had been hyperventilating, and returned his breathing to normal.
"Well what are we going to do?"
"I dunno, wait for Legolas?" Aragorn shrugged, and then all of a sudden felt another contraction coming on and reached for Frodo's hand squeezing it to the verge of popping his bones out.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Frodo, wake up." Frodo, sat up in his bed, and looked around dazedly. He saw Sam sitting next to him in bed, with a worried expression on his face, but nothing else on.
"Horrible dream....horrible...." muttered Frodo distractedly. Sam's expression intensified and he took Frodo into his arms, snuggling him against his chest.
"There there, it wasn't real. Everything's ok."
"Everything's ok." Frodo repeated, and drifted back to sleep.
***MEANWHILE IN LEGOLAS AND ARAGORN'S BEDROOM***
"I don't know Aragorn is it good for the baby?" Legolas asked nervously edging away from a very eager and needy Aragorn.
"Who car-umm...."Aragorn paused seeing Legolas' eyes narrow, "I mean, Elrond said as long as it wasn't too jumpy we could do it."
"I don't know." Legolas said, shaking his head. "You're 7 months into the pregnancy. This kind of thing could damage the baby. And what if- what if....." Legolas paused dramatically, and shifted his eyes around supiciously, "What if the baby can hear us?" he whispered. Aragorn stared at Legolas in disbelief and began to laugh hysterically.
"What, what is it.....what's so funny?" Legolas demanded indignantly, with his hands on his hips.
"God in heaven, Legolas all we're doing is pottery."
***SOMEWHERE IN RIVENDELL.....***
"Father!" screeched Arwen. Elrond winced and looked up from his books. From the tone of Arwen's voice, this was not going to be a happy scene.
"What?"
"I'm back!" Arwen announced, entering the room with a kick in the air. Elrond stared at her puzzled, and Arwen's expression immediately turned to one of anger.
"You didn't even notice I was gone!" she yelled. Elrond flinched, and quickly tried to fix his blunder.
"Of course I did, er......darling. But I was just a little busy. So how was your trip to....um....how was your trip?"
"Fine, but I missed all these people. They're so much easier to boss around. The elves in Lothlorien are so.....feisty." Arwen grimaced, recalling the arguments she had had with the elves. Elrond snickered at the irony of Arwen's statement.......who was she to call anyone feisty?
"Well, anyways I'm going to go see Aragorn." Arwen said nonchalantly and headed out the door. Elrond froze thinking of the scene at Legolas' temporary home in Rivendell. He loved his nephew and his foster son, and did not want to see them die in the hands of his shudder......daughter.
"Wait, Arwen!" Elrond called, Arwen turned, now becoming irritated.
"What is it?" she snapped.
"Um, it's late you should rest first." Elrond said weakly, not able to think of any other excuse.
"Don't worry I'll sleep at Aragorn's." Arwen grinned slyly, and ran out the door before Elrond could say another word.
This was not going to be pretty.
***Well, I'm tired now and have to go. I hope to put the next chapter up soon but you never know, so no promises. Don't forget to review!***