Authors Note: Thank you all so much for your reviews and Leggylover once I've finished this fic I will write you an alternative ending with a Leggy/Lysander pairing!

Chapter Ten

"Elladan!" Legolas called out. He had dismounted sometime ago leaving Lysander and his horse, so that he was now picking his way through the blood and limb covered ground towards the other elf. "Elladan!" He called out for the second time finally gaining the others attention.

Looking up Elladan frowned.

"Legolas, are you well?" The blond elf was almost stumbling; he did not look steady on his feet.

"Yes, I am fine." Legolas insisted although in truth he felt utterly exhausted.

"Are you sure?" Elladan asked as he neared the blond elf. "You look very pale." He reached up and ran his hand across Legolas's forehead. "And you are burning up!" He exclaimed, pulling his hand away quickly. "How long have you been feeling like this?" He demanded.

"Not for long, I am just tired Elladan, now where is Estel?" Brushing the questioning off, more concerned with the where about's of his lover.

"He was injured, I saw Elrohir rush him back to father so that. Legolas!" The blond suddenly went limp, collapsing in front of him. Elladan's elven reactions were the only thing saving Legolas from hitting the ground.

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"Elladan I am well, do not disturb your father he has far more important matters to be dealing with." Legolas protested for what seem like the hundredth time since he had awoken in Elladan's arms on horse back while racing back to Imladris.

He was now sitting on the edge of a bed in an area partitioned off of the large healer's chambers. All he really wanted was to see Estel, but Elladan refused to let him leave until he had been examined.

"I wish to see Estel Elladan, let me see him and I will return later to see your father perhaps at a less demanding time for him."

"If I were to let you do that my dear friend you would conveniently forget to return and schedule an appointment with my father or any of the other healer's. I know you to well Legolas."

"Elladan, Legolas what seems to be the problem?" The elven Lord made his entrance around the fabric partition and stood still shifting his glaze between the two younger elves.

"Father." Elladan sounded relieved. "Legolas collapsed on the battle field and now insists that it was nothing, I find it some what difficult to believe him."

Elrond frowned and stepped closer to the bed.

"Yes, it is unusual for a seemingly healthy elf to suddenly collapse." He laid his hand upon the prince's forehead while beginning to question his son. "Were there any other symptoms?"

"He looked very pale and when I touched his skin it felt like it was burning, he of course brushed it off saying that he was merely tired."

"I trust you rested well last night?" Elrond asked turning back to Legolas who was scowling. He did appreciate being talked about as though he was not there.

"I did my lord." He answered reluctantly.

"Then it is also unusual that you should feel so tired."

"But my lord the battle was indeed strenuous and with the journey as well."

"I see." Elrond interrupted and looked towards Elladan. "Then you my son must also be weary from the battle."

"Not extensively father, the battle was tiring but."

"Then we must find the source of your discomfort my young prince." The elven lord interrupted again. Elladan shook his head in amusement. "My son would you leave us for a few moments, perhaps check on how Estel is recovering?"

"Yes father." He obeyed, instantly leaving the room.

Elrond turned back to the blond elf that seemed to have resigned himself to the questioning he expected to come.

"Do you have any other symptoms to add to those already spoken of?" He asked moving to sit down beside Legolas on the bed.

"Aye, last night while walking through the corridor I felt suddenly dizzy and weak, as though all my energy had suddenly left me, but it was over quickly I just put down to exhaustion."

"Do you know of anything that would cause these symptoms to occur?" He asked softly.

Legolas sighed and stood from the bed moving over to a large window a short distance away. Staring out of it he could see many elves returning for battle all expressions filled with happiness at their success. He wished his life could be that simple.

"Yes, one." He paused turning to look at the elven lord. "But it should not be occurring yet it is not my time."

"Our bodies do not always stick to a time table Legolas, you are in love and so your body has decided that this is the right time."

"But I am not ready." He almost shouted, the desperation in his voice was evident. Quieting his voice slightly he turned to stare out of the window again. "How can I be responsible for a child I am scarcely a millennia over my majority, hardly more than a child myself."

"Do you really believe that?" Elrond's calm voice was soothing and Legolas sighed again before returning to sit on the bed.

"How will Estel react? He does not even know that I am able to bare young."

"He will be supportive as you know he will. He is well aware that a few male elves still have the ability to produce infants so it will not be as greater shock as you expect."

"But we have only known each other such a short time!"

"The time was long enough for you to fall in love how much time do you need?" Elrond had an answer for everything it seemed.

Finally recognising that he had to concede to the elven lord he smiled gently, suddenly thinking of the effects this child would have on his future and that of those around him.

"You do realise that my father will have kittens when he hears of this."

Elrond grinned.

"I look forward to being present when you tell him."

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TBC.