*Enter MovieLeggy (the real, proper PJ one played by Orlando Bloom who is
SO NOT PREGNANT and never ever ever will be) wearing a long-suffering
expression*
Beta-Reader: Hi Legolas! What's up?
MovieLeggy: Being slandered, apparently.
Beta-Reader: Oh, shut up and read fazy's disclaimer. You're fun to bully.
MovieLeggy: *grabbing bow* What?!
*fazy looks up and sees Movieleggy and smiles wickedly*
fazy: Hi Movieleggy! We were just talking about you!
*fazy waves, then ducks to avoid a stream of eggs, flour n rotten cabbages being flung at her, courtesy of Movieleggy.*
fazy: Awww.. So touchy today?!? I thought Elves were nice, sweet, forgiving people *grins*
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Warning: Male Pregnancy Fic. No making out, no kissing, nothing even vaguely explicit, but if the idea of male pregnancy grosses you out then for the love of god, go find another fic that won't offend your sensibilities. This is definitely not for you.
Gondor: With the onset of labour, Legolas can no longer remain in denial about his pregnancy. RoTK, post coronation but before Faramir marries Eowyn. Movieverse, cos bookleggy isn't so fun to toy around with. He'll kill me before I even *think* about messing with him. Movieleggy is much MUCH more fun to bully... Also starring Faramir & Eowyn, with some reminders of Boromir thrown in.
And as before, //... \\ indicates a person's thoughts. (Responses to reviews at bottom.)
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Life!
Chapter 2
Legolas sat perched at the edge of his bed, watching, as the evening gray splashed streaks of red across the cool stone walls of his chamber. A red sunset... what did that mean? Blood? Yes, maybe. The redness of it all was so oppressive. Red... crimson... he had a sinking feeling that his own life blood would be spilt by morning. He shuddered.
//I'm not ready for this,\\ he thought fearfully. //I'm not ready.\\
Again he felt his body crumple up as his dread got the better of him. Choking back his sobs, he let himself fall limply back into bed. //No,\\ he whispered to his silent pillow. //Not me. Not now. Why? Why haven't I woken up yet?\\
He closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them he would be cast into a different world-- a real world-- but the growing pangs of another contraction abruptly ended his hopeful fantasy. No, there was no other world. Not this time. That was the dream, and this was the reality. And he would have to live with it.
//No!\\ he screamed in his mind. //NO! No, it was impossible, no, no, no, no, yea gods, please no!\\ He flipped onto his back and stared helplessly at the peeling white plaster of the ceiling. "No," he whispered. "No," he said again, more strongly this time in an effort to convince himself. It didn't work.
Turning around, he grabbed at the nearest pillow and pounded at it with his fists. "NO!" he cried, pummelling at the soft fluffiness, desperately attempting to release his tension before it consumed him thoroughly. He wasn't used to this. He was an elf, for crying out loud. He wasn't used to being bested by his own misgivings. He couldn't deal with this!
Part of him wanted to fling the pillow vehemently across the room and just scream his frustration to the universe, but his breeding refused him even that. He was too proud an elf to stoop so low. No, Legolas could not afford to throw a childish tantrum. He would never be able to look himself in the glass again if he did.
A knock at the door, and a whispered voice. Someone muttering under their breath... Legolas shook his head to clear his mind and focused on steadying himself. It would not do to let himself slip up now. More banging, and a strong voice this time, telling him-- no, ordering him-- to open the door.
But Legolas did not want to open the door, did he? No. He wanted to be left alone. "Go away," he whispered wretchedly. "Just... go away." He closed his eyes and tried to ignore it but the incessant pounding refused to stop.
"Legolas!" Aragorn barked, and Legolas shuddered to hear a touch of irritation in the voice of a usually sedate man. No doubt Aragorn was getting impatient of standing outside knocking. "Legolas!"
Legolas buried his head beneath his pillows and covered his ears in a futile effort to make Aragorn leave, but it was a silly, childish gesture and Legolas knew it. He wished that Aragorn would just go away. He didn't know if he would be able to look the Man in the eye and lie to him outright, but he couldn't bear the thought of Aragorn knowing the truth. Some things were better left untold.
"Legolas, if you don't open up I'm going to have to break this door down," Aragorn said firmly. "Now are you going to let me in or not?" Legolas squeezed his eyes shut even tighter and willed him away. "You're not going to open this door?" the dreaded voice came again. "Legolas?" Still Legolas did not respond. "Are you sure?" Silence, as Legolas kept himself as still as possible, hoping against hope that it might just cause time itself to freeze.
Outside, Aragorn sighed. "Alright then..." he trailed off, and for a moment, Legolas allowed himself to hope. Perhaps Aragorn had given up and gone off in search of more productive things to do with his time. He was after all, a busy man, and there was more to kingship than sitting on a throne looking prettily butch all day.
Within seconds however, Legolas heard a muffled thud, followed shortly by another, stronger thump. Aragorn was throwing himself at the door. He might hurt himself trying to break down that door, or at the very least bruise his shoulder getting it open, and Legolas had not the heart to let that happen. Not when Aragorn was doing that out of concern for him.
"Alright, stop it," Legolas said at last. "Stop. I'll open the door."
For the first time in his long elven life, Legolas truly learned what it was like to feel his age. He closed his eyes. Fists which barely minutes ago were tearing at the feather pillow now came to bunch in the silky material as another agonizing wave swept over him more potently than the last. The pains were getting stronger and more powerful, and again he felt the fear bite deep. What if it got stronger, and stronger, until it was so unbearable it drove him insane? What if he lost his mind? He could just see it now: Legolas of Mirkwood driven crazy by... but no, no. Hundreds of women of all races gave birth every day, and they didn't go insane. What reason had he to think it would happen to him?
But it was already happening, wasn't it? He was already loosing his mind to the fear. More than ever, Legolas felt he was fighting a loosing battle. He felt vulnerable and out of his depth in such women's matters. Oh the pain, the fear, it was tearing him apart, and yet he had not the strength left to fight it. His entire being felt weary and frail, stretched out like an already thin and tearing threadbare piece of cloth forced too often through the wringer.
Oh yea gods, what reason had he to have believed that he would ever find himself in such a fix in the first place? Males didn't get pregnant. They shouldn't. It was unnatural, and here, Legolas smiled in spite of himself. That phrase always reminded him of the hobbits, and of Samwise in particular. 'It was unnatural.' Heh. That odd little gardener always held anything his old Gaffer was against to be 'unnatural'. It was endearing, and Legolas chuckled to himself.
But enough of that. Aragorn was waiting.
Fighting against his fatigue, he dragged his weary limbs over to the door, and somehow or other, managed to muster up enough strength to heave the heavy bolts aside. But it seemed that even that simple action left him drained, for he turned his back on the door and wordlessly retreated back to his favourite seat under the window.
"It's open," he whispered when he was seated, just loudly enough for Aragorn to catch. Legolas felt dead. Even his voice felt dead. Sighing softly to himself, he let his head droop and breathed in relief as his long golden hair fell across his face, a tangible silk screen that hung about his features, softly shielding him from the rest of the world.
"Legolas?"
Legolas looked up to see Aragorn kneeling before him, his face a twisted mask of emotions. "Legolas... tell me," he began, his voice gentle but strained. "What the.. what were you thinking?" he sighed standing up abruptly, his annoyance steadily increasing. "Headache?" he cried, and laughed incredulously. "What do you take us for, a bunch of pottering idiots? Elves don't *have* headaches. Do you have any idea what we had to do to keep Elrond himself from bounding up after you!"
Turning his back towards Legolas, Aragorn clenched his fists and barred his teeth to the wall, releasing his pent-up frustration before turning back to Legolas. "My apologies. I should be concerned-- I *am* concerned, but... why didn't you tell... how could you... don't you have the slightest idea how worried everyone is? Did you think we would just leave and not care if we knew that something was bothering you? After all we've been through together... don't you trust us?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
And for a second, Legolas was truly tempted to spill his heart out to Aragorn. It would be such a relief to have someone else know about his condition, someone he loved and trusted and could confide in. Someone to support him and share his burden... But no, Aragorn would not understand. He would try to be kind and sympathetic, but he would not understand.
Instead, Legolas rearranged his features into a joking grimace. "It's just that my father keeps pestering me to get married," he lied. "And I can't seem to get it off my mind. Even when he's not actually here I feel him... silently tormenting me." He grinned and sighed. "He's always been such a... a... *strong* presence in my life. I can't shake it off, though goodness knows how much I want to."
He felt Aragorn's gaze drilling into him. There was no way Aragorn would be convinced by such an incredible tale. After all, his relationship with his father had never bothered Legolas before. What right had he to think Aragorn would believe that it bothered him now? No, he would never be able to fool Aragorn.
Legolas shifted uncomfortably. A heavy silence now hung over them, the silence of a confidence suddenly snapped. He was lying and Aragorn knew it. He had never lied to Aragorn before, and towering before him, the King of Gondor did not look pleased. //Aragorn is disappointed in me,\\ Legolas thought brokenly. //Bitterly disappointed. I can see it in his eyes.\\
"Legolas," Aragorn began, his voice strangely devoid of emotion, but before he could proceed with his interrogation, a page knocked respectfully on the wide-open door and bowed deeply.
"My liege, King Eomer of Rohan would like a word with you."
// Thank the Valar!\\ Legolas thought, grateful for the distraction. Already he could feel the beginnings of another contraction, and he honestly did not think he could hide it from Aragorn this time. //Let him leave now. Please.\\
"Can it not wait?" Aragorn sighed, much to Legolas' dismay, but the page simply bowed in reply and said nothing. Legolas wanted to cry out-- the pains were growing-- but still he forced himself to keep his face as serene as he could. //Go away!\\ he begged in his head. //Elbereth, oh please, let the page bring Aragorn away with him!\\
Aragorn sighed and bit his lower lip, torn for a moment between his duties as a leader and his concern as a friend, but quickly came to a decision. He rose and made for the door, and watching, Legolas could have wept in relief. He paused however, in the doorway and turned back to face him.
"Legolas," he said, his eyes gentle and sad. "Remember your friends. Remember that we will always be there for you. Do not shut us out, Legolas. It pains us that you still do."
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fazy just loves to say the word 'Gondor'. It's got a beautiful sound. Gondor. Gondor. Gondor. Fight for Gondor! All hail the Lords of Gondor! Man, people would fight and die for an identity like that. FOR GONDOR! FOR GONDOR!!! FOR GONDOR!!!! Man, that was random. Haha. But Mel asked where the story was set so I went to edit the little fic summary at the top, cos I didn't realise it didn't say, and the last thing I typed was Gondor, and man, I love that word!
Anyway, thanx for the reviews guys! *hugs reviewers happily* You know, initially I wasn't sure whether I should just write this as a single chapter fic and leave it as that, but so many people either asked for or assumed there will be a continuation that I went ahead developing a proper plot. Haha. Well, the story was already thought of actually, just waiting to be written, but chapter 1 was so nice just like that that I seriously thought of making it a stand alone thing. *grinz*
Oh, and just in case there are any outraged moms/ medical students who want to bash my head in for not doing my research, Legolas' 'fatigue' doesn't come from the labour. It's supposed to be because of the emotional drain which then translates itself to an actual physical weakening of the body as he feels his strength gradually leaving him.
Okay, ON TO THE REVIEWS!!!!
Cheysuli: yay! Thanks! *hugs Cheysuil* Yupyup. There will be more. A *lot* more.
Mel: whoa, deep man! Haha. Well, I guess the way orlando played him in the movies, there are only 2 ways to read movieleggy: as a sad product of bad acting skills or as a privet elf with a complex personality and one heck of a psychology. And since bookleggy IS kinda cool and mysterious, I'd give orli the benefit of the doubt and say he acted well, eh? *grinz* Lets see. who the father is? Well, that may be a bit difficult. I'm trying to figure that out myself. He wont tell me, the little bastard. ;D But no, you can rest assured that its certainly not Aragorn. I'm more than a little sick of Legolas/ Aragorn slash. Its been done to death, and if you ask me, they don't make that cute a couple ANYWAY. Haha. And while I cant see him creating a child with a random person he does not trust either, he didn't exactly expect to actually *ahem* create a child, did he? *double grinz* (((I like the fact that the story so far does not revolve around sex.))) yay! Me too! *grinz* About the time period, I've kinda edited the fic summary at the top. Thanx for the feedback! You rock man! *hugs Mel*
Christina Miller: *fazy shrugs* man, I gave you guys a chapter warning. It says loud and clear in both the summary AND the chapter warning that the fic's about male pregnancy. If you think its so sick, why force yourself to read this junk anyway?
farflung: YAY! ME TOO! Haha. Well, usually I like it, tho sometimes it grosses me out as well. And YES, I do think its SUPER satisfying. Only in fanfic can we get our revenge! Muahahahhahaaa! Aw, scrap the 'revenge' and replace it with 'gender equality' will ya! It'll sound more politically correct that way. =D And I dunno about you, but I'd love to see movieleggy freak out. Yes, I'm sick and evil. Sue me! ((( Now of course we want to know who, where, when and what sex the baby is and how many babies there will be.))) who... you gotta wait fer that. I have an idea who but I'm not sure if I should use it cos of the plot twist, or maybe I shall, but the idea of a Mystery Father does have its appeal as well... where, in Gondor... you'll get a more precise ans when the time comes *grinz* (hint, hint. Think of title. Then think of cycle of life. Bearing in mind they're in Gondor. Guessed yet?) ..... what sex, well, oh, it never occoured to me! Darn, gotta sleep on it. Thanx for pointing it out tho... and how many babies? Well, one. It's bloody rare to get elven twins, isn't it? And if they do then it's a huge big whopping thing. No way I'm gonna tweak Tolkien like that! *fazy pales and slithers towards the door*
Ivory Novelist: YAY! Sure! Thanks for dropping by, am really glad u liked it. *hugs Ivory* And haha, a pretty bit does happen to him. c",)
Haldir's Heart and Soul: sssh! He's not telling me, not yet. Well, I have a faint suspicion of who the father might be, but we gotta wait till his kid's born for a sorta visual confirmation. Features, and the like. Hair. Sorta. Well have to see what happens.
Potter41: Yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes, I'm writing some more! Haha. But I'm getting the fic beta read so it might take some time between chapters. Especially since my beta's busy with her maths project at the moment...
Das Blume: haha! Thanks man! And yeah, now it has a second chapter. ;D Hopefully it's as acceptable as the first. I did address in one major plothole in the first chapter tho, the fact that elves dont have headaches. Haha. Oh well, we live and learn... =D
Beta-Reader: Hi Legolas! What's up?
MovieLeggy: Being slandered, apparently.
Beta-Reader: Oh, shut up and read fazy's disclaimer. You're fun to bully.
MovieLeggy: *grabbing bow* What?!
*fazy looks up and sees Movieleggy and smiles wickedly*
fazy: Hi Movieleggy! We were just talking about you!
*fazy waves, then ducks to avoid a stream of eggs, flour n rotten cabbages being flung at her, courtesy of Movieleggy.*
fazy: Awww.. So touchy today?!? I thought Elves were nice, sweet, forgiving people *grins*
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Warning: Male Pregnancy Fic. No making out, no kissing, nothing even vaguely explicit, but if the idea of male pregnancy grosses you out then for the love of god, go find another fic that won't offend your sensibilities. This is definitely not for you.
Gondor: With the onset of labour, Legolas can no longer remain in denial about his pregnancy. RoTK, post coronation but before Faramir marries Eowyn. Movieverse, cos bookleggy isn't so fun to toy around with. He'll kill me before I even *think* about messing with him. Movieleggy is much MUCH more fun to bully... Also starring Faramir & Eowyn, with some reminders of Boromir thrown in.
And as before, //... \\ indicates a person's thoughts. (Responses to reviews at bottom.)
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Life!
Chapter 2
Legolas sat perched at the edge of his bed, watching, as the evening gray splashed streaks of red across the cool stone walls of his chamber. A red sunset... what did that mean? Blood? Yes, maybe. The redness of it all was so oppressive. Red... crimson... he had a sinking feeling that his own life blood would be spilt by morning. He shuddered.
//I'm not ready for this,\\ he thought fearfully. //I'm not ready.\\
Again he felt his body crumple up as his dread got the better of him. Choking back his sobs, he let himself fall limply back into bed. //No,\\ he whispered to his silent pillow. //Not me. Not now. Why? Why haven't I woken up yet?\\
He closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them he would be cast into a different world-- a real world-- but the growing pangs of another contraction abruptly ended his hopeful fantasy. No, there was no other world. Not this time. That was the dream, and this was the reality. And he would have to live with it.
//No!\\ he screamed in his mind. //NO! No, it was impossible, no, no, no, no, yea gods, please no!\\ He flipped onto his back and stared helplessly at the peeling white plaster of the ceiling. "No," he whispered. "No," he said again, more strongly this time in an effort to convince himself. It didn't work.
Turning around, he grabbed at the nearest pillow and pounded at it with his fists. "NO!" he cried, pummelling at the soft fluffiness, desperately attempting to release his tension before it consumed him thoroughly. He wasn't used to this. He was an elf, for crying out loud. He wasn't used to being bested by his own misgivings. He couldn't deal with this!
Part of him wanted to fling the pillow vehemently across the room and just scream his frustration to the universe, but his breeding refused him even that. He was too proud an elf to stoop so low. No, Legolas could not afford to throw a childish tantrum. He would never be able to look himself in the glass again if he did.
A knock at the door, and a whispered voice. Someone muttering under their breath... Legolas shook his head to clear his mind and focused on steadying himself. It would not do to let himself slip up now. More banging, and a strong voice this time, telling him-- no, ordering him-- to open the door.
But Legolas did not want to open the door, did he? No. He wanted to be left alone. "Go away," he whispered wretchedly. "Just... go away." He closed his eyes and tried to ignore it but the incessant pounding refused to stop.
"Legolas!" Aragorn barked, and Legolas shuddered to hear a touch of irritation in the voice of a usually sedate man. No doubt Aragorn was getting impatient of standing outside knocking. "Legolas!"
Legolas buried his head beneath his pillows and covered his ears in a futile effort to make Aragorn leave, but it was a silly, childish gesture and Legolas knew it. He wished that Aragorn would just go away. He didn't know if he would be able to look the Man in the eye and lie to him outright, but he couldn't bear the thought of Aragorn knowing the truth. Some things were better left untold.
"Legolas, if you don't open up I'm going to have to break this door down," Aragorn said firmly. "Now are you going to let me in or not?" Legolas squeezed his eyes shut even tighter and willed him away. "You're not going to open this door?" the dreaded voice came again. "Legolas?" Still Legolas did not respond. "Are you sure?" Silence, as Legolas kept himself as still as possible, hoping against hope that it might just cause time itself to freeze.
Outside, Aragorn sighed. "Alright then..." he trailed off, and for a moment, Legolas allowed himself to hope. Perhaps Aragorn had given up and gone off in search of more productive things to do with his time. He was after all, a busy man, and there was more to kingship than sitting on a throne looking prettily butch all day.
Within seconds however, Legolas heard a muffled thud, followed shortly by another, stronger thump. Aragorn was throwing himself at the door. He might hurt himself trying to break down that door, or at the very least bruise his shoulder getting it open, and Legolas had not the heart to let that happen. Not when Aragorn was doing that out of concern for him.
"Alright, stop it," Legolas said at last. "Stop. I'll open the door."
For the first time in his long elven life, Legolas truly learned what it was like to feel his age. He closed his eyes. Fists which barely minutes ago were tearing at the feather pillow now came to bunch in the silky material as another agonizing wave swept over him more potently than the last. The pains were getting stronger and more powerful, and again he felt the fear bite deep. What if it got stronger, and stronger, until it was so unbearable it drove him insane? What if he lost his mind? He could just see it now: Legolas of Mirkwood driven crazy by... but no, no. Hundreds of women of all races gave birth every day, and they didn't go insane. What reason had he to think it would happen to him?
But it was already happening, wasn't it? He was already loosing his mind to the fear. More than ever, Legolas felt he was fighting a loosing battle. He felt vulnerable and out of his depth in such women's matters. Oh the pain, the fear, it was tearing him apart, and yet he had not the strength left to fight it. His entire being felt weary and frail, stretched out like an already thin and tearing threadbare piece of cloth forced too often through the wringer.
Oh yea gods, what reason had he to have believed that he would ever find himself in such a fix in the first place? Males didn't get pregnant. They shouldn't. It was unnatural, and here, Legolas smiled in spite of himself. That phrase always reminded him of the hobbits, and of Samwise in particular. 'It was unnatural.' Heh. That odd little gardener always held anything his old Gaffer was against to be 'unnatural'. It was endearing, and Legolas chuckled to himself.
But enough of that. Aragorn was waiting.
Fighting against his fatigue, he dragged his weary limbs over to the door, and somehow or other, managed to muster up enough strength to heave the heavy bolts aside. But it seemed that even that simple action left him drained, for he turned his back on the door and wordlessly retreated back to his favourite seat under the window.
"It's open," he whispered when he was seated, just loudly enough for Aragorn to catch. Legolas felt dead. Even his voice felt dead. Sighing softly to himself, he let his head droop and breathed in relief as his long golden hair fell across his face, a tangible silk screen that hung about his features, softly shielding him from the rest of the world.
"Legolas?"
Legolas looked up to see Aragorn kneeling before him, his face a twisted mask of emotions. "Legolas... tell me," he began, his voice gentle but strained. "What the.. what were you thinking?" he sighed standing up abruptly, his annoyance steadily increasing. "Headache?" he cried, and laughed incredulously. "What do you take us for, a bunch of pottering idiots? Elves don't *have* headaches. Do you have any idea what we had to do to keep Elrond himself from bounding up after you!"
Turning his back towards Legolas, Aragorn clenched his fists and barred his teeth to the wall, releasing his pent-up frustration before turning back to Legolas. "My apologies. I should be concerned-- I *am* concerned, but... why didn't you tell... how could you... don't you have the slightest idea how worried everyone is? Did you think we would just leave and not care if we knew that something was bothering you? After all we've been through together... don't you trust us?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
And for a second, Legolas was truly tempted to spill his heart out to Aragorn. It would be such a relief to have someone else know about his condition, someone he loved and trusted and could confide in. Someone to support him and share his burden... But no, Aragorn would not understand. He would try to be kind and sympathetic, but he would not understand.
Instead, Legolas rearranged his features into a joking grimace. "It's just that my father keeps pestering me to get married," he lied. "And I can't seem to get it off my mind. Even when he's not actually here I feel him... silently tormenting me." He grinned and sighed. "He's always been such a... a... *strong* presence in my life. I can't shake it off, though goodness knows how much I want to."
He felt Aragorn's gaze drilling into him. There was no way Aragorn would be convinced by such an incredible tale. After all, his relationship with his father had never bothered Legolas before. What right had he to think Aragorn would believe that it bothered him now? No, he would never be able to fool Aragorn.
Legolas shifted uncomfortably. A heavy silence now hung over them, the silence of a confidence suddenly snapped. He was lying and Aragorn knew it. He had never lied to Aragorn before, and towering before him, the King of Gondor did not look pleased. //Aragorn is disappointed in me,\\ Legolas thought brokenly. //Bitterly disappointed. I can see it in his eyes.\\
"Legolas," Aragorn began, his voice strangely devoid of emotion, but before he could proceed with his interrogation, a page knocked respectfully on the wide-open door and bowed deeply.
"My liege, King Eomer of Rohan would like a word with you."
// Thank the Valar!\\ Legolas thought, grateful for the distraction. Already he could feel the beginnings of another contraction, and he honestly did not think he could hide it from Aragorn this time. //Let him leave now. Please.\\
"Can it not wait?" Aragorn sighed, much to Legolas' dismay, but the page simply bowed in reply and said nothing. Legolas wanted to cry out-- the pains were growing-- but still he forced himself to keep his face as serene as he could. //Go away!\\ he begged in his head. //Elbereth, oh please, let the page bring Aragorn away with him!\\
Aragorn sighed and bit his lower lip, torn for a moment between his duties as a leader and his concern as a friend, but quickly came to a decision. He rose and made for the door, and watching, Legolas could have wept in relief. He paused however, in the doorway and turned back to face him.
"Legolas," he said, his eyes gentle and sad. "Remember your friends. Remember that we will always be there for you. Do not shut us out, Legolas. It pains us that you still do."
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fazy just loves to say the word 'Gondor'. It's got a beautiful sound. Gondor. Gondor. Gondor. Fight for Gondor! All hail the Lords of Gondor! Man, people would fight and die for an identity like that. FOR GONDOR! FOR GONDOR!!! FOR GONDOR!!!! Man, that was random. Haha. But Mel asked where the story was set so I went to edit the little fic summary at the top, cos I didn't realise it didn't say, and the last thing I typed was Gondor, and man, I love that word!
Anyway, thanx for the reviews guys! *hugs reviewers happily* You know, initially I wasn't sure whether I should just write this as a single chapter fic and leave it as that, but so many people either asked for or assumed there will be a continuation that I went ahead developing a proper plot. Haha. Well, the story was already thought of actually, just waiting to be written, but chapter 1 was so nice just like that that I seriously thought of making it a stand alone thing. *grinz*
Oh, and just in case there are any outraged moms/ medical students who want to bash my head in for not doing my research, Legolas' 'fatigue' doesn't come from the labour. It's supposed to be because of the emotional drain which then translates itself to an actual physical weakening of the body as he feels his strength gradually leaving him.
Okay, ON TO THE REVIEWS!!!!
Cheysuli: yay! Thanks! *hugs Cheysuil* Yupyup. There will be more. A *lot* more.
Mel: whoa, deep man! Haha. Well, I guess the way orlando played him in the movies, there are only 2 ways to read movieleggy: as a sad product of bad acting skills or as a privet elf with a complex personality and one heck of a psychology. And since bookleggy IS kinda cool and mysterious, I'd give orli the benefit of the doubt and say he acted well, eh? *grinz* Lets see. who the father is? Well, that may be a bit difficult. I'm trying to figure that out myself. He wont tell me, the little bastard. ;D But no, you can rest assured that its certainly not Aragorn. I'm more than a little sick of Legolas/ Aragorn slash. Its been done to death, and if you ask me, they don't make that cute a couple ANYWAY. Haha. And while I cant see him creating a child with a random person he does not trust either, he didn't exactly expect to actually *ahem* create a child, did he? *double grinz* (((I like the fact that the story so far does not revolve around sex.))) yay! Me too! *grinz* About the time period, I've kinda edited the fic summary at the top. Thanx for the feedback! You rock man! *hugs Mel*
Christina Miller: *fazy shrugs* man, I gave you guys a chapter warning. It says loud and clear in both the summary AND the chapter warning that the fic's about male pregnancy. If you think its so sick, why force yourself to read this junk anyway?
farflung: YAY! ME TOO! Haha. Well, usually I like it, tho sometimes it grosses me out as well. And YES, I do think its SUPER satisfying. Only in fanfic can we get our revenge! Muahahahhahaaa! Aw, scrap the 'revenge' and replace it with 'gender equality' will ya! It'll sound more politically correct that way. =D And I dunno about you, but I'd love to see movieleggy freak out. Yes, I'm sick and evil. Sue me! ((( Now of course we want to know who, where, when and what sex the baby is and how many babies there will be.))) who... you gotta wait fer that. I have an idea who but I'm not sure if I should use it cos of the plot twist, or maybe I shall, but the idea of a Mystery Father does have its appeal as well... where, in Gondor... you'll get a more precise ans when the time comes *grinz* (hint, hint. Think of title. Then think of cycle of life. Bearing in mind they're in Gondor. Guessed yet?) ..... what sex, well, oh, it never occoured to me! Darn, gotta sleep on it. Thanx for pointing it out tho... and how many babies? Well, one. It's bloody rare to get elven twins, isn't it? And if they do then it's a huge big whopping thing. No way I'm gonna tweak Tolkien like that! *fazy pales and slithers towards the door*
Ivory Novelist: YAY! Sure! Thanks for dropping by, am really glad u liked it. *hugs Ivory* And haha, a pretty bit does happen to him. c",)
Haldir's Heart and Soul: sssh! He's not telling me, not yet. Well, I have a faint suspicion of who the father might be, but we gotta wait till his kid's born for a sorta visual confirmation. Features, and the like. Hair. Sorta. Well have to see what happens.
Potter41: Yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes, I'm writing some more! Haha. But I'm getting the fic beta read so it might take some time between chapters. Especially since my beta's busy with her maths project at the moment...
Das Blume: haha! Thanks man! And yeah, now it has a second chapter. ;D Hopefully it's as acceptable as the first. I did address in one major plothole in the first chapter tho, the fact that elves dont have headaches. Haha. Oh well, we live and learn... =D