DISCLAIMER: Haven't done this for awhile. Well, it's just the usual you
know, I don't own nobody, except Elijah Wood who currently in the same cage
as Viggo Mortenson. Personally I'm beginning to regret putting them
together, the results are rather.......unappetizing.. well anyway hope you
like the chapter.
***Special thanks goes to ****IZZYKIT*** who provided us with such a lovely name....though as you well soon find out I am STILL looking for a middle name, so please watch out for one...****
"Galáril."
"What?"
"Galáril."
"I know what you said," Aragorn said snappishly. Sometimes he didn't know what to do with his husband, "I meant, where did you come up with it?"
"I don't know it just sort of occurred to me sitting here." Legolas shrugged, looking up from the rocking chair, he was sitting in trying to get his son to go to sleep. "Do you like it?"
"I don't know, it's not bad-" Aragorn said, and then added hastily seeing Legolas' expression, "I mean it's very good, it's just that it seems weird to have a name that actually fits him. I wonder if he'll like it."
"Well we can try it out. Galáril...." Legolas whispered softly in his son's ear, and broke out in a wide grin when the boy looked up and began to giggle.
"Well I think we have a winner..but what should his middle name be?" Aragorn asked, delighted that his son had a name.
"I don't know, I guess we can worry about that later." Legolas said, and began to quietly sing Galáril a lullaby. Aragorn watched the happy scene for a moment before he got up and left the room. Legolas looked back at him worriedly, but waited till the baby fell asleep, and was safely tucked into his bed, before he went after him.
"Mela, what's wrong?" Legolas asked, concern pouring from his voice, as he found Aragorn weeping softly on the bed. In truth he was more worried about this mood swing. I mean don't get him wrong or anything, he loved Galáril more than his own life, but he wasn't willing to watch Aragorn go through ANOTHER pregnancy.
"I don't know, it's just that everything is happening so sudden. Today he has a name, tomorrow he'll have a girlfriend, and who knows what he'll be doing after that." Aragorn whimpered. Legolas' expression of concern melted, and he began to laugh somewhat hysterically.
"What, what's so funny?" Aragorn asked truly hurt by this gesture of unfeeling. Legolas looked up still laughing, saw the look on Aragorn's face, and attempted to maintain a straight face.
"I'm sorry but it's just that Galáril is barely a week old, and already you're stir crazy over him growing up." Sobering up a little, Legolas continued, "We're his parents, and he's not going to be with us forever, that much is true, but why don't we enjoy the time we DO have with him and just take it one day at a time."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right. Well, anyway I'm going to go check on Frumpy and see if he's still in the kitchen." Aragorn said and swept out of the room. Legolas stared behind him, and rolled his eyes. Aragorn was *nothing* if not melodramatic.
"You should have named him something else." Legolas jumped at the sound of a voice beneath him and looked down in shock as he saw Sam sitting beneath the bed.
"How long have you been there?" Legolas asked suspiciously. Sam shrugged and got up to his feet.
"Not long, just long enough to hear something about making out one day at a time."
"You know I don't like it when people eavesdrop." Legolas began. Sam sighed and nodded unhappily.
"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry....I just wanted to tell you some news, but with Mr. Moody over there, I wasn't sure if it was the right time." Sam said, now grinning broadly. Legolas looked at him curiously, and hid a smile.
"What is it?"
"Frodo and I are getting married!"
***Whoa! Who would have known? I"LL tell you who.....ME! Hehehehe...ok ok I know I'm a little eccentric but I'm allowed to be seeing how I churn out these chapters on a reasonable amount of time....I still need a middle name so I would appreciate any help I could get....thanx...and don't forget to review.***
***Special thanks goes to ****IZZYKIT*** who provided us with such a lovely name....though as you well soon find out I am STILL looking for a middle name, so please watch out for one...****
"Galáril."
"What?"
"Galáril."
"I know what you said," Aragorn said snappishly. Sometimes he didn't know what to do with his husband, "I meant, where did you come up with it?"
"I don't know it just sort of occurred to me sitting here." Legolas shrugged, looking up from the rocking chair, he was sitting in trying to get his son to go to sleep. "Do you like it?"
"I don't know, it's not bad-" Aragorn said, and then added hastily seeing Legolas' expression, "I mean it's very good, it's just that it seems weird to have a name that actually fits him. I wonder if he'll like it."
"Well we can try it out. Galáril...." Legolas whispered softly in his son's ear, and broke out in a wide grin when the boy looked up and began to giggle.
"Well I think we have a winner..but what should his middle name be?" Aragorn asked, delighted that his son had a name.
"I don't know, I guess we can worry about that later." Legolas said, and began to quietly sing Galáril a lullaby. Aragorn watched the happy scene for a moment before he got up and left the room. Legolas looked back at him worriedly, but waited till the baby fell asleep, and was safely tucked into his bed, before he went after him.
"Mela, what's wrong?" Legolas asked, concern pouring from his voice, as he found Aragorn weeping softly on the bed. In truth he was more worried about this mood swing. I mean don't get him wrong or anything, he loved Galáril more than his own life, but he wasn't willing to watch Aragorn go through ANOTHER pregnancy.
"I don't know, it's just that everything is happening so sudden. Today he has a name, tomorrow he'll have a girlfriend, and who knows what he'll be doing after that." Aragorn whimpered. Legolas' expression of concern melted, and he began to laugh somewhat hysterically.
"What, what's so funny?" Aragorn asked truly hurt by this gesture of unfeeling. Legolas looked up still laughing, saw the look on Aragorn's face, and attempted to maintain a straight face.
"I'm sorry but it's just that Galáril is barely a week old, and already you're stir crazy over him growing up." Sobering up a little, Legolas continued, "We're his parents, and he's not going to be with us forever, that much is true, but why don't we enjoy the time we DO have with him and just take it one day at a time."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right. Well, anyway I'm going to go check on Frumpy and see if he's still in the kitchen." Aragorn said and swept out of the room. Legolas stared behind him, and rolled his eyes. Aragorn was *nothing* if not melodramatic.
"You should have named him something else." Legolas jumped at the sound of a voice beneath him and looked down in shock as he saw Sam sitting beneath the bed.
"How long have you been there?" Legolas asked suspiciously. Sam shrugged and got up to his feet.
"Not long, just long enough to hear something about making out one day at a time."
"You know I don't like it when people eavesdrop." Legolas began. Sam sighed and nodded unhappily.
"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry....I just wanted to tell you some news, but with Mr. Moody over there, I wasn't sure if it was the right time." Sam said, now grinning broadly. Legolas looked at him curiously, and hid a smile.
"What is it?"
"Frodo and I are getting married!"
***Whoa! Who would have known? I"LL tell you who.....ME! Hehehehe...ok ok I know I'm a little eccentric but I'm allowed to be seeing how I churn out these chapters on a reasonable amount of time....I still need a middle name so I would appreciate any help I could get....thanx...and don't forget to review.***