***Well, I've managed to find time to write this.....I'll have to squeeze
in chapters here and there.....but I'm warning you, this week is hectic so
don't expect much. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter.***
DISCLAIMER: Last night I had a dream that I DID own Legolas....and I chained the door shut, locked everything, and- well let's just say....THAT was sadly only a dream and that I don't have the good fortune to own him. Sigh.....
"What are we going to do?" Aragorn asked, while he lay in Legolas' arms. It had been one week since Arwen's little.....spectacle, but Aragorn was still worried. Arwen was like a volcano that could stay dormant for years, then suddenly erupt, killing everyone.
"Nothing, just wait."
"But- but I'm scared.......I don't want her to hurt us." Aragorn whispered, looking left and right as if someone were listening.
"As long as I'm here no one can hurt you." Legolas said, and kissed the top of Aragorn's head. Aragorn nodded, and suddenly looked up again.
"Legolas."
"Mmm?"
"When are we going to get married?"
"Married?" Legolas asked incredulously. "Why do we have to get married?" he asked in confusion. Aragorn pulled away from Legolas' embrace and sat up.
"Of course we have to be married. What will people think if we don't ?" Aragorn asked fearfully. Legolas gaped at Aragorn for a moment and then began to laugh hysterically.
"Mela, I don't think- gasp...I don't think it matters what other people think. I mean you're obviously pregnant." Legolas said, still doubled over with laughter, gesturing at Aragorn's protruding stomach.
"Oh yeah, easy for you to say." Aragorn said with his arms crossed, "You're a *male*, you're PERFECT! They'll just think I'm the cheap whore who couldn't wait to open up her legs." Aragorn sobbed. Legolas stared at his lover in disbelief and then hugged him.
"Ok, I'm sorry, we'll get married. As long as you stop referring to yourself in feminine form. So when do you want the wedding to be?" Legolas asked, while trying to dislodge Aragorn's hand from under his tights.
"How about tomorrow?"
"TOMORROW?!" Legolas yelled. Aragorn winced and began to sulk.
"I want to get married before the baby is born. And who knows? It may decide to come out next week."
"But darling, be sensible.....how can we get everything arranged by tomorrow?" Legolas reasoned pleadingly. Aragorn turned slowly and glared at Legolas.
"I WANT TO GET MARRIED TOMORROW, END OF STORY!" he screamed. Legolas flinched and nodded meekly.
"Ok, Ok don't get your panties in a bunch, I'll call up Elrond tonight." Legolas, turned to go call Elrond but was stopped by Aragorn.
"Wait, Elrond is marrying us?" Aragorn asked, his voice now very small.
"Yeah, who else?" Legolas asked, moving towards the phone and was again stopped by Aragorn.
"But-.......*she* won't be there will she?" Aragorn whispered fearfully. Legolas sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Just because Elrond is marrying us doesn't mean that Arwen has to be here. Look if it makes you feel better.....I'll ask him to marry us here. Ok?" Legolas asked. Aragorn nodded, much relieved and let Legolas call Elrond.
Tomorrow would be the happiest day of her.....erm....*his* life.
***Hehehe, I wonder who'll crash that party......well don't forget to review.***
DISCLAIMER: Last night I had a dream that I DID own Legolas....and I chained the door shut, locked everything, and- well let's just say....THAT was sadly only a dream and that I don't have the good fortune to own him. Sigh.....
"What are we going to do?" Aragorn asked, while he lay in Legolas' arms. It had been one week since Arwen's little.....spectacle, but Aragorn was still worried. Arwen was like a volcano that could stay dormant for years, then suddenly erupt, killing everyone.
"Nothing, just wait."
"But- but I'm scared.......I don't want her to hurt us." Aragorn whispered, looking left and right as if someone were listening.
"As long as I'm here no one can hurt you." Legolas said, and kissed the top of Aragorn's head. Aragorn nodded, and suddenly looked up again.
"Legolas."
"Mmm?"
"When are we going to get married?"
"Married?" Legolas asked incredulously. "Why do we have to get married?" he asked in confusion. Aragorn pulled away from Legolas' embrace and sat up.
"Of course we have to be married. What will people think if we don't ?" Aragorn asked fearfully. Legolas gaped at Aragorn for a moment and then began to laugh hysterically.
"Mela, I don't think- gasp...I don't think it matters what other people think. I mean you're obviously pregnant." Legolas said, still doubled over with laughter, gesturing at Aragorn's protruding stomach.
"Oh yeah, easy for you to say." Aragorn said with his arms crossed, "You're a *male*, you're PERFECT! They'll just think I'm the cheap whore who couldn't wait to open up her legs." Aragorn sobbed. Legolas stared at his lover in disbelief and then hugged him.
"Ok, I'm sorry, we'll get married. As long as you stop referring to yourself in feminine form. So when do you want the wedding to be?" Legolas asked, while trying to dislodge Aragorn's hand from under his tights.
"How about tomorrow?"
"TOMORROW?!" Legolas yelled. Aragorn winced and began to sulk.
"I want to get married before the baby is born. And who knows? It may decide to come out next week."
"But darling, be sensible.....how can we get everything arranged by tomorrow?" Legolas reasoned pleadingly. Aragorn turned slowly and glared at Legolas.
"I WANT TO GET MARRIED TOMORROW, END OF STORY!" he screamed. Legolas flinched and nodded meekly.
"Ok, Ok don't get your panties in a bunch, I'll call up Elrond tonight." Legolas, turned to go call Elrond but was stopped by Aragorn.
"Wait, Elrond is marrying us?" Aragorn asked, his voice now very small.
"Yeah, who else?" Legolas asked, moving towards the phone and was again stopped by Aragorn.
"But-.......*she* won't be there will she?" Aragorn whispered fearfully. Legolas sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Just because Elrond is marrying us doesn't mean that Arwen has to be here. Look if it makes you feel better.....I'll ask him to marry us here. Ok?" Legolas asked. Aragorn nodded, much relieved and let Legolas call Elrond.
Tomorrow would be the happiest day of her.....erm....*his* life.
***Hehehe, I wonder who'll crash that party......well don't forget to review.***