A/N: Wow! I'm positively surprised for all the reviews I've got!! You just don't know how much it helps!!! I love writing, I simply love it but it is always easier to write when I know someone likes it!

jacobs_angel86: I'm more than happy you say that. : )

mejJa: I love the twins and I assure you that Elrond will find out...: )

Vuaryn: Thanks for not shooting me, I appreciate that. *grin*

para_99: No no, don't kill the plot bunnies!!!!

Fuzzy_Hobbit: You are right, the second chapter was funnier than I thought

Lomelinde: I just had to write Aragorn with breasts and yes, one reason to write Aragorn pregnant is the fact it is so rare in fan fiction.

Isilwen: Thanks for your review. You're right, one reason for me to write this fic is the fun one can make out of Aragorn and Arwen feeling crabby, hungry, emotional and whatever at the same time…it's going to happen though I'm advancing quite slowly.

Saera: I just did…: )

Sparkfi: Kiitos rohkaisevista sanoista. Musta ajatus Aragornista raskaana on alkanut tuntua aika söpöltä *hihi* 

A/N: Once more thanks to all of you!!!! I have a quite good picture of where I want this fic to lead to but it could take some time to get there     

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Aragorn let out a very deep sigh after his foster father had finally stopped gaping at him and had instead retired to the rooms prepared for him. The Isildur's heir stood on the courtyard thinking he had almost lost it. During a one lousy minute when Elrond had held him in his observing gaze Aragorn had been dangerously close to tears and confession. What was wrong with him these days? His dry lips had already formed the words "I'm pregnant" but then he had remembered what the likely consequences would have been…he shuddered to think about it and unconsciously checked with his left hand that everything…down there was still in place.

He trusted his wife wouldn't tell about his pregnancy to her father – after all he was certain she still wanted to enjoy his bed services. Now he had to ensure that prince Legolas and half of the kingdom would do the same. And then there were the twins…no doubt they would be up to something. Nervously he licked his lips and admitted himself that this time he was really deep in the hole.

"Why was Isildur so careless with the One Ring? I could have used it now!" He mumbled, sighed and rushed to find his lover.

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Two identical pairs of eyes looked to each other in a room they had retired to rest before dinner. 

"Do you think Arwen knows?" Elladan asked his brother and Elrohir couldn't help but smirk replying

"She has to. You know how she is around Estel – can't keep her hands off him." He gazed Elladan questioningly before asking the thing they were both pondering

"Who do you think is the father?"

"You mean the other father. I find it hard to call Estel a mother." Elladan remarked grinning and then scratched his neck very thoughtfully

"Hmm…it's a tough call..." He began to say but his talkative twin interrupted him almost immediately to voice his own opinion

"I say it's Éomer, the king of Rohan. They are both ruling a kingdom of their own and a relationship like this strengthens their alliance…you could say it's good for business." Elrohir started concluding but as it was his nature he soon changed his mind

"Or rather I'd say it's Faramir. Patient – healer relationships are fairly common these days." He said confident that he had got it all figured out in such a short period of time but Elladan smirked and rolled his eyes. He was paying more attention to his surroundings and didn't make any hasty decisions. So he at least thought

"No, both Éomer and Faramir are way too young. Estel likes older people. Don't you recall how he was once stalking Glorfindel?" He replied and that was the moment when the answer popped up to his head, out of the blue sky

"It has to be Gandalf! Estel was always close to him and wasn't the wizard staying in Minas Tirith some time after Estel's coronation?" He stated excitedly but much to his annoyance Elrohir burst into laughter hearing his reasoning

"It's highly unlikely Gandalf is fertile anymore." He responded and was amused to see defeat on his brother's features.

"You must be right…" Elladan murmured.

"But who is then…I don't see Estel submitting to anyone younger than he is…" He further deducted and frowned in puzzlement

"There is still Gimli and Legolas. Both are older than him." Elrohir reminded and they looked at each others in silence, their minds tracing along the twin paths as identical as their way of combing their hair. Gimli was too tiny to be submitted to so there was but a one possibility and that fitted like a glove. Age, position of power and long hair…Elrohir let out a silent approving whistle

"Not a bad choice, brother…" He whispered and equally wicked grins appeared on their faces. They had a feeling this visit was going to be fun.

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Legolas sat on the branch of a tree deep in his happy thoughts when he saw Aragorn approaching. Quickly he jumped down and ran towards him ready to hug, kiss and make love to him right then and right there. He had never been too shy to show his affections to the king of Gondor and possible audience didn't bother him. But Aragorn stopped his too eager lover with a royal wave of his arm and Legolas halted in front of him amazed

"How do you fare, prince Legolas of Mirkwood?" Aragorn asked winking his eye, trying to signal him it wasn't safe for them to be together.

"I fare fine, My Lord." Legolas didn't take the hint but decided to play along.

"though I'd fare much better if you'd allow me to…mmm…rub your back a little." He winked his both of his blue eyes laughter bubbling inside of him. Aragorn was painfully aware of his lover's closeness.

"Hush! Lord Elrond is here. He may have sent someone to spy on me. We have to act natural." He leaned forward whispering and his mouth was too close to Legolas' for the elf to avoid temptation. He placed a quick kiss to the ranger's lips and then pulled back looking very innocent

"This is natural to us." The prince said ignoring the king's words and danger they were in. Aragorn sighed. He knew these were going to be days he would always remember. But as much as he was in distress he was also getting hungry again. He wanted to eat first his lover's lips, his tongue and then his...bow and after that was done he would want plenty of chocolate.

tbc

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 A/N: It's quite possible I change the contents of this chapter later on. I'll let you know if so.