Authors Note: Hi all thank you to everyone that reviewed I am really
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with the fic and of course speed up the rate of my typing.
Bruised Lady: Thank you for pointing out my grammar mistakes (that's what happens when I rely on my computer spell/grammar check to much.) I have gone back and changed the last two chapters, thanks again.
Gershwhen: It was my aim when I first started this fic, to have Legolas stay a strong character all the way through so it's nice to know that I have managed to achieve it thanks for reviewing!
Chapter Nineteen
Legolas raced down the stairs as quickly as his exhausted body would allow closely followed by seriously concerned Estel. They pushed there way through the guests in the main hall, Estel managing to mutter apologies as his lover plowed in to bewildered elves.
They were not far from the main door when they were pushed violently open revealing a fuming elf. His long blond hair in complete disarray as he stepped into the room, which had fallen eerily quiet. He seemed to scan the room in a single glance. He had a strong build and his eyes although his grey eyes appeared hard they also sang of an ancient wisdom and youthful passion that seemed to pierce through the hearts of every elf he made eye contact with.
Lord Elrond was conveniently already close to the door. He stepped forward demanding what was in all of Middle earth was going on.
"I demand to see my son." Was all that he received as an answer.
"Ada." Legolas called out rushing forward, and grasping his father by the arm, attempting to pull him back towards the door.
"Legolas." The young elf was suddenly encased in two unbelievably strong arms, which refused to let him go. He could hear Estel close behind him, heavy breathing from their run betraying his presence.
"Are you well!" The king asked, scrutinizing his son's body from head to toe. "I left as soon as your letter arrived."
"Yes Ada I am fine let us."
"You do not look well." His father interrupted pulling and arm back to reach up and run his hand across Legolas's forehead in much the same fashion as Estel had done only moments before.
"Please Ada let us go some where less public and I shall explain everything." He pleaded; the last thing he wanted was to be questioned in front of the entire population of Rivendell as well as its guests.
"You may use my study." Elrond said stepping up beside them. "I welcome you to Rivendell King Thranduil I will show you the way to my study, those you have traveled with may join the celebrations there is plenty of both food and drink for all. I am sure you must all be weary."
Although he did not speak King Thranduil nodded his head in thanks and followed the elf Lord across the room, his arm held tightly around his son's waist. Turning his head Legolas indicated for Estel to follow them.
"How did you arrive here so quickly?" Legolas half whispered to his father as they walked through the still silent hall.
"We left as soon as your letter arrived and did not stop until we arrived." He answered loudly making sure that all around them was aware of their conversation. "I would not wait in my palace waiting for news while my youngest son faded away far from home."
"No wonder you look so tired maybe we should discuss this in the morning after you have had time to rest." Legolas suggested, unconsciously trying to leave as much time as possible before speaking to his father.
"No, I am here and we will speak now, do you truly believe that I could rest not knowing what is happening." His stern gaze made it clear that the conversation had ended.
As they exited the room they could hear the sound that erupted from it. Those inside obvious stunned and unsure as to what had just occurred.
"Here." Elrond instructed. He opened the door to the study allowing the other to step into the room before him before he followed them. The lord directed them all to a seating area and pulled out a bottle of wine and three glass from a near by dresser placing them upon a small table in front of them. "I will leave you in peace and will return to the festivities but I am not far away if you have need of me." He looked meaningfully towards Legolas.
"Thank you Lord Elrond we appreciate your generosity." Legolas smiled, and the elf lord left closing the door behind him.
King Thranduil regarded Estel with a look of annoyance.
"Who is this and why does he stay?" He demanded.
Legolas sighed softly, pushing his aggressive father into one of the chairs, the furthest from where Estel had chosen to sit.
"He is my lover, the father of my child. Estel this is my father Thranduil King of the Woodland Realm, Ada this is Estel foster son to Lord Elrond." Legolas was more than a little frustrated at his father's antagonistic tone and mannerisms.
"A son of man, Legolas have you lost your senses completely?"
"Father you will calm down or we will not have this conversation now." Legolas through an apologetic look towards Estel, the man shook his head in response, no apology was necessary.
"How could you allow yourself to become pregnant?"
It was clear that the king was not listening to him.
"ADA." Legolas all but shouted, Thranduil finally looked at him. "If you remain quiet Estel and I will be able to explain everything to you, you may say what you will afterwards but please let us speak."
The king nodded slowly letting out a deep calming breath; he loved his son and would give him his chance to explain.
~*~
It took a while to explain everything to a point to which the elf king could understand and calmly process especially as no matter what he had promised Thranduil could not help but interrupt with demanding questions about the well being of his son.
Eventually once everything had been said they all sat in silence, both Thranduil and Estel sipping from their glasses of wine. Legolas having been advised to avoid the wine until long after the pregnancy was over glared at both of them.
"So, how far a long are you?" Thranduil asked shifting in his chair, glancing over at his son whose hand was securely entwined with a hand belonging to the man at his far side.
"Not far, it will not begin to show for a few more weeks or so yet." Legolas answered relieved that his father had been reassured enough by their explanation to consider the idea.
"You do realize that you must be bonded before the birth of the child. I will not have my first grandchild an illegitimate one." He stated chancing a glare towards Estel.
"We have already discussed this." Estel met the king's gaze. "I will willingly bind myself to your son."
"Not out of obligation you will not, I will not have my son forced into a loveless marriage!"
"Ada now you are just being contradictory and you know well that it would be anything but a loveless marriage, surely you can see that with your own eyes." Legolas sighed, clearly frustrated.
Thranduil shook his head before standing up. He stepped over to where Legolas was sitting and pulled his son into a tight embrace.
"I can not believe that you have grown up so fast my green leaf." He whispered in to his son's ear. He glared over Legolas shoulder at the young man still sitting beside them. 'Hurt him and I will make sure that you experience a painful death.' He mouthed silently to Estel making sure that Legolas was completely unaware of what was being said.
'I would never hurt him.' He mouthed back, his expression sincere.
The king smirked, his warning clear.
'You had better not.'
Both started as Legolas suddenly fell limp against his father.
"What is wrong Greenleaf?" Thranduil asked, clutching his son closer to him.
No answer was forth coming, and Estel stood walking round the king to see what was wrong.
"He has collapsed," Estel gasped checking the pale features of the now unresponsive elf. "It's the pregnancy it puts strain on his body." He explained worriedly. "I will fetch a healer."
~*~
TBC.
Bruised Lady: Thank you for pointing out my grammar mistakes (that's what happens when I rely on my computer spell/grammar check to much.) I have gone back and changed the last two chapters, thanks again.
Gershwhen: It was my aim when I first started this fic, to have Legolas stay a strong character all the way through so it's nice to know that I have managed to achieve it thanks for reviewing!
Chapter Nineteen
Legolas raced down the stairs as quickly as his exhausted body would allow closely followed by seriously concerned Estel. They pushed there way through the guests in the main hall, Estel managing to mutter apologies as his lover plowed in to bewildered elves.
They were not far from the main door when they were pushed violently open revealing a fuming elf. His long blond hair in complete disarray as he stepped into the room, which had fallen eerily quiet. He seemed to scan the room in a single glance. He had a strong build and his eyes although his grey eyes appeared hard they also sang of an ancient wisdom and youthful passion that seemed to pierce through the hearts of every elf he made eye contact with.
Lord Elrond was conveniently already close to the door. He stepped forward demanding what was in all of Middle earth was going on.
"I demand to see my son." Was all that he received as an answer.
"Ada." Legolas called out rushing forward, and grasping his father by the arm, attempting to pull him back towards the door.
"Legolas." The young elf was suddenly encased in two unbelievably strong arms, which refused to let him go. He could hear Estel close behind him, heavy breathing from their run betraying his presence.
"Are you well!" The king asked, scrutinizing his son's body from head to toe. "I left as soon as your letter arrived."
"Yes Ada I am fine let us."
"You do not look well." His father interrupted pulling and arm back to reach up and run his hand across Legolas's forehead in much the same fashion as Estel had done only moments before.
"Please Ada let us go some where less public and I shall explain everything." He pleaded; the last thing he wanted was to be questioned in front of the entire population of Rivendell as well as its guests.
"You may use my study." Elrond said stepping up beside them. "I welcome you to Rivendell King Thranduil I will show you the way to my study, those you have traveled with may join the celebrations there is plenty of both food and drink for all. I am sure you must all be weary."
Although he did not speak King Thranduil nodded his head in thanks and followed the elf Lord across the room, his arm held tightly around his son's waist. Turning his head Legolas indicated for Estel to follow them.
"How did you arrive here so quickly?" Legolas half whispered to his father as they walked through the still silent hall.
"We left as soon as your letter arrived and did not stop until we arrived." He answered loudly making sure that all around them was aware of their conversation. "I would not wait in my palace waiting for news while my youngest son faded away far from home."
"No wonder you look so tired maybe we should discuss this in the morning after you have had time to rest." Legolas suggested, unconsciously trying to leave as much time as possible before speaking to his father.
"No, I am here and we will speak now, do you truly believe that I could rest not knowing what is happening." His stern gaze made it clear that the conversation had ended.
As they exited the room they could hear the sound that erupted from it. Those inside obvious stunned and unsure as to what had just occurred.
"Here." Elrond instructed. He opened the door to the study allowing the other to step into the room before him before he followed them. The lord directed them all to a seating area and pulled out a bottle of wine and three glass from a near by dresser placing them upon a small table in front of them. "I will leave you in peace and will return to the festivities but I am not far away if you have need of me." He looked meaningfully towards Legolas.
"Thank you Lord Elrond we appreciate your generosity." Legolas smiled, and the elf lord left closing the door behind him.
King Thranduil regarded Estel with a look of annoyance.
"Who is this and why does he stay?" He demanded.
Legolas sighed softly, pushing his aggressive father into one of the chairs, the furthest from where Estel had chosen to sit.
"He is my lover, the father of my child. Estel this is my father Thranduil King of the Woodland Realm, Ada this is Estel foster son to Lord Elrond." Legolas was more than a little frustrated at his father's antagonistic tone and mannerisms.
"A son of man, Legolas have you lost your senses completely?"
"Father you will calm down or we will not have this conversation now." Legolas through an apologetic look towards Estel, the man shook his head in response, no apology was necessary.
"How could you allow yourself to become pregnant?"
It was clear that the king was not listening to him.
"ADA." Legolas all but shouted, Thranduil finally looked at him. "If you remain quiet Estel and I will be able to explain everything to you, you may say what you will afterwards but please let us speak."
The king nodded slowly letting out a deep calming breath; he loved his son and would give him his chance to explain.
~*~
It took a while to explain everything to a point to which the elf king could understand and calmly process especially as no matter what he had promised Thranduil could not help but interrupt with demanding questions about the well being of his son.
Eventually once everything had been said they all sat in silence, both Thranduil and Estel sipping from their glasses of wine. Legolas having been advised to avoid the wine until long after the pregnancy was over glared at both of them.
"So, how far a long are you?" Thranduil asked shifting in his chair, glancing over at his son whose hand was securely entwined with a hand belonging to the man at his far side.
"Not far, it will not begin to show for a few more weeks or so yet." Legolas answered relieved that his father had been reassured enough by their explanation to consider the idea.
"You do realize that you must be bonded before the birth of the child. I will not have my first grandchild an illegitimate one." He stated chancing a glare towards Estel.
"We have already discussed this." Estel met the king's gaze. "I will willingly bind myself to your son."
"Not out of obligation you will not, I will not have my son forced into a loveless marriage!"
"Ada now you are just being contradictory and you know well that it would be anything but a loveless marriage, surely you can see that with your own eyes." Legolas sighed, clearly frustrated.
Thranduil shook his head before standing up. He stepped over to where Legolas was sitting and pulled his son into a tight embrace.
"I can not believe that you have grown up so fast my green leaf." He whispered in to his son's ear. He glared over Legolas shoulder at the young man still sitting beside them. 'Hurt him and I will make sure that you experience a painful death.' He mouthed silently to Estel making sure that Legolas was completely unaware of what was being said.
'I would never hurt him.' He mouthed back, his expression sincere.
The king smirked, his warning clear.
'You had better not.'
Both started as Legolas suddenly fell limp against his father.
"What is wrong Greenleaf?" Thranduil asked, clutching his son closer to him.
No answer was forth coming, and Estel stood walking round the king to see what was wrong.
"He has collapsed," Estel gasped checking the pale features of the now unresponsive elf. "It's the pregnancy it puts strain on his body." He explained worriedly. "I will fetch a healer."
~*~
TBC.
