Bookleggy: What? Another chapter?! Have you no shame? You are blatantly
infringing international copyright laws! Don't you realise that we are the
intellectual property of our creator (mayherestinpeace) and that
intellectual property is just like any other property?! How dare you!
fazy: Where's Movieleggy? And since when were YOU in the picture?
Bookleggy: Since my movie counterpart came whining to me. As to where he is, he's over there, sulking in a corner. *Movieleggy glares at fazy over Bookleggy's shoulder.*
fazy: *glares back* Well he's just upset cos I didn't write him as a sexy kick-ass hero with a swarming fan base of starry-eyed girls.
Bookleggy: Ah well, and then there's that too...
fazy: O_o'
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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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"Legolas... 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..." Long after Aragorn had left him there, shut up in his private chamber, the Man's words still echoed resonantly in his head. "We will always be there for you... We will always be there for you..." Again and again, it played itself in his head. "... We will always be there for you... Legolas, we will always be there for you."
//Why do I still feel so alone then?\\ Legolas wondered miserably. He longed to reach out and catch the hand already outstretched to him, but something held him back. Stubbornness probably, and pride. Oh his cursed pride! He could not bear the thought of the others knowing. He could not bear to face the mockery he felt certain of finding even in his most dearest of companions.
//If any of the hobbits saw me right now, they'd laugh their socks off, only they didn't have any socks to start with\\, he thought glumly and braced himself as another contraction came and went. //If *any* of the fellowship saw me they'd laugh. They'd think me pathetic. And I can't blame them for that.\\
He thought of Aragorn again, Aragorn who was ready to enter the chamber forcibly out of concern for one he thought of as a friend. Aragorn wouldn't laugh, would he? No, not likely, it wasn't Aragorn's style, but he would be sad and sympathetic, and that was even worse than being laughed at. Legolas didn't need pity. And he didn't need to be judged either.
The hobbits... Aragorn... who else was there? Gimli. Dearest Gimli. But the thought of sharing it with Gimli terrified Legolas no end. What if the dwarf looked upon him with contempt and revulsion once he knew about him? What if Gimli thought him degenerate? He was sure that Gimli had always had a very pristine image of Legolas in his mind. What if... But no, Legolas could not even bear to think about it. He treasured his friendship with Gimli too much to risk loosing him with one ill timed confidence.
And as for Gandalf and Elrond, he would rather die than crawl to them, begging for help. There was no question about it. If the pains didn't kill him first, the humiliation of standing exposed before them surely would, of that much he was certain. No, he could not trust any of them with his dark little secret. There was simply too much at stake.
Legolas lay panting, gasping for breath as another wave passed, temporarily bringing his frenzied thought-speculation to an abrupt halt. He brought his hand to his forehead and was shocked when it came away dripping with sweat. Trembling weakly, the elf stared unfocusedly at his hand, and suddenly fascinated by the play of red sunlight against the shimmering moisture, he rubbed his fingers together and slowly twirled his hand over, watching as the light traced out intricate patters against his fingertips. Perhaps he would be so captivated by the colour he would forget the pains. Perhaps.
Perhaps not.
Legolas bit down hard as another contraction more powerful than the last racked through his body. He gripped the bedsheets tightly and moaned. It was coming more quickly too, with less time for him to distract himself in between, and this time, even after the pains left he lay frozen, his fear paralyzing him more potently than his actual labour.
For awhile, he clung to his pillows in panicked anxiety as a million and one thoughts raced through his mind. His entire body felt numb, as if he was being thawed out after being frozen in a block of ice. He has seen such blocks of ice before; ice which encased a frozen carcass of some dead animal unlucky enough to be caught in the encroaching winter storms. Ice... snow... whiteness... beauty... the soft hush of a forest after its first snowfall of the year, the skies a glittery white kaleidoscope of stars... //Can I wake up now? Please, Elbereth? When will I wake up?\\
And the beauty of it... beautiful, so beautiful was a landscape when it was covered in snow, bathed in the moonlight while the stars shone their cold light upon the mortal earth. But if the fear were the ice that bound him, the pain was as a scorching fire, and for a dreadful moment in time, Legolas lay caught between the two. The heat, the cold both burned within and around him, strong, relentless, and unsympathetic until sheer need forced him to break free of the ice. It was time to confront reality. He needed help. He needed help desperately. Gathering the last of his resolve, he stood up and glared at the door.
It seemed to glare back, mocking him.
Legolas blinked incredulously and shook his head to clear his thoughts, but still he could not rid himself of the feeling of being ridiculed by his own bedroom furniture. //Valar! Were even his personal belongings judging him now?\\ He shrugged. Oh well. He deserved it. Taking a deep breath, he walked the few steps to the door and found to his horror that he had forgotten to slide the bolts back into place after Aragorn had left. What if someone had walked in on him... He covered his face and groaned. Wasn't it was bad enough that he was loosing his wits. Did he have to loose his memory too?
//Elbereth, help me. Give me strength,\\ he murmured, and then drew himself to his full height. Forcing himself to adopt that perfect composure becoming of an elf, he stepped through the door and back into the real world, and so powerful was the strength of his will that Lord Elrond himself might have walked right past him at that point and would not have noticed anything amiss.
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Sorry about chapter 3. I know, I know, its boring and angsty and there's no action and no plot development, I'm sorry. I think it sux too. Thankfully it's short. But it's not redundant so I cant kick it out, that's the problem. It'll explain some of his later actions, but for now it's just boring. Things will start to happen next chapter, I promise.
School has started (boo!) and that means there'll be less time to write (double boo!) so I hope you guys'll be a little patient if updates take a long time. I *will* update eventually, cos I already have some sorta story trajectory and it's just sucky to leave stuff hanging before it's completed. Well, not that I never leave stuff hanging, its just that I hate it when I do. haha. (implies laziness)
Thanks for the overwhelming number of reviews! Meesa really appreciates it. ;D Oh yeah, and guys? I was pretty surprised that nobody asked if there was anything more to Aragorn's little speech. I was very deliberately writing it in such a way it is impossible to confidently point out where and if he uses the royal 'we' to mean himself rather than the fellowship as a whole.
Haldir's Heart And Soul: Me too. *haiz*. As much as I want it to be Haldir, I've got a sinking feeling it's the Man's. darn. I love haldir... or as I prefer calling him, Haldy. Oh, poohey, haldy's probably got better taste than to bed a blonde elf just passing through, tho that's poor comfort.
Mel: Haha. Lord Elrond already does suspect something, Aragorn sed that much in chapter 2. But no, Leg's not gonna go through it all alone. I would tell you who he goes too, but then that would imply that you're not bright enuf to guess from the fic summary, but I'm sure you are brilliantly bright and have already figured it out way before my big hint. Haha. And thanks for the support! *hugs Mel again*
Endurwen en' kalina: yay! Thanks! er... well, if all goes according to plan, Leg himself's gonna be telling you guys that. Well not the Movieleggy that appears at the start before the fic starts. I mean the Legolas in the fic. There will be some weird, wacked-up, pear shaped explanation, but I seriously doubt it'll sit well with most of you guys.
Snowy: yay! Glad u liked it. And yes, I'll be updating as often as possible, but that's a wee bit difficult cos school just started and already I'm getting busy with all the club commitments and stuff. Will try my best tho! *grinz*
dd9736: yay! *grinz* Thanks! That's one hell of a compliment there, and I really appreciate it! *fazy beams* Thanks man!
Anonymous: haha. Well, that certainly is a very biological approach. Haha. But yeah, as I was telling Endurwen en' kalina just now, there will be some sort of explanation later on in the fic. Somewhere really near the birth, tho its so unbearably controversial I'm already bracing myself for flames! Haha! *grinz* oh, and I realise the whole 'impregnated without consent' is really un-tolkeinesque-elf-like, and I would like to declare I have no explanation (either believable or not) so I'd like to ask for a wee bit (okay, okay, a wee LOT) of suspension of disbelief. ;D Too bad for Leggy, Aragorn's busy discussing horses or land ownership or grazing rights or whatever it is with Eomer, the poor sod, even tho all he really wants is to just be there for his friend.
Lembas7: you're probably not even here to read this, but what the heck. Duh, of course males don't get pregnant. And *I*'d probably puke myself if I came across it in real life (puke of shock, not of disgust tho. The guy cant help it if he's different.) Don't like, don't read. And jeez, don't get all judgemental.
Vana E: Haha! Sign me up for EPT. Is there a fan club or something? Well, if they don't, they should have. haha. I'm not a huge fan of angst tho, but if the big 'A' word comes into play as a side effect of the EPT then who's complaining? *grinz* Yeah, well, I'd *love* our elf-boy to really go thru shit but that would stretch the story way too long. It'd get boring. Trust me. 3 chapters of elfy angst is more than enuf for one sitting. And no, he cant die... that'll be too evil, and I'm a good girl. Really. ;P
Celebrian: yay! *hugs back* thanks! Boy or girl? Boy or girl? Boy or girl? Hmmm. I don't know actually. I'm still not sure where the trajectory should end, you see. In my head, it goes on till the kid's a coupla years old. Not *all the way* till it's that old, but a few cuts to maybe 2 or three significant moments before Leg has to face the possibility of loosing it forever or tearing it from it's foster parents, not a very pretty decision, especially since by then both parties love the kid like nuts. Most likely a boy tho. Still undecided, but I have a thing for little boys... I think they're so much more loveable than little bratty girls...
Theodred Prince: er... he had sex? *cheeky grin* haha. *fazy sticks out tongue playfully* Awwww... don't worry. Leg's gonna find himself in very caring (tho rather clueless) hands in just a bit. And actually, if you wanna *really* stick to the point on Healers' Intuition, then isn't Elrond supposed to be somewhat of a telepath as well? Gah, just put it down to plot holes then, worst luck. (
Das Blume: Yeah man! It *is* gonna give way to something worse... haha. Yeah, sure, there's more. I'll be doing up the story proper over the next month or so, not sure about the end of the trajectory tho. I tend to only make up my mind on exactly where to stop halfway through a story. Going on is not a problem, it's knowing where to stop that's the real bugger. *grinz* Yeah, and he's under a tremendous amount of stress, the poor thing, he's terrified of what might happen if anyone found out. And that's not the half of it. He cant be that bright if he didn't think that hiding a kid is more of a killer than hiding a pregnancy.... :D
Legolas 19: Yeah! I'm working on it! Thanx man! *hug*
Um...Name: BEEP! Sorry, wrong guess. Faramir's gonna play a big role, but I'm too big a fan of Faramir/Eowyn. Hehe. But even if it weren't, could it even be possible? They've only just met in Gondor, presumably after the war of the ring when Leg's free to go around the city and Fara's all well again. But then again, by then Fara's neck deep in courtship. Hmmm... how long is the elven gestation period anyhoo?
Gershwhen: Well, Legolas wouldn't let me make him a weepy teenager. He's a poker face stoic elf noble and he'll disembowel me with his knives before I even get to the keyboard. And now it seems he's gotten Bookleggy on his side. =P Anyway, it's the fighting that's the interesting bit. He's always struck me as a fighter. But things are a bit different when you're fighting against yourself.
Brilover: haha. Thanx! And yes, its more than a little bizarre. It's very bizarre. Glad u liked it tho. *grinz*
angelbird12241: yay! Thanks! And yeah, I'm working on it! *flashes thumbs up sign* As soon as I can untangle myself from the bloody schoolwork...
Amy: yay! Turmoil is *good*. Haha. Well, not too much, tho. Next chapter the action starts. I'm getting sick of his angsty turmoil myself. Ho, Boromir? Why Boromir? Gut feeling, romantic notions, process of elimination, deduction, induction, reading into the fic summary? Or is it cos of my other LoTR fics? Hmmm... do enlighten me. Cos you're the first one to ask if it might be him, so I'm pretty curious.
Ivory Novelist: haha. *squee, another update!* ;D But whoa, a cliffie? Man, I never thought of that ending as a cliffie, honest! I saw it as a natural chapter break. You know, what happens before Aragorn and what happens after. Haha. But then again, that's just me. And Aragorn/ Leggy fluff, well, that was just so Aragorn. I mean, there's no way in hell Aragorn would just overlook something like that. he's just to caring n responsible. A good king, overall. Oh, and as for Sweet Faramir, well, read the fic summary. *poke, poke*. Dear Sweet Faramir will figure rather largely next chapter onwards. On the downside, Aragorn *isn't* in the fic summary, so I guess you can see where that's going. But I'm gonna enjoy writing about Dear Sweet Faramir turning going all faint and puke-y-ish when the baby's coming. *wink* Oh, and I hope to goodness you've got nothing about Eowyn, cos she'll be figuring largely as well.
Guardian Elf Angel: Hey, go guard another Elf! Legolas is mine to torment! *grinz* Oh, or wait, are you an elven guardian angel who guards people in general or a general people angel who guards elves... hmmm... ( Okay, answers. 1) its likely a boy cos it'll go better with the post-birth story, but then again, you never know. 2) I have absolutely no idea what it's gonna be called. I'm gonna have to do a bit of research on that. any suggestions? But it's gonna be nicknamed Peredhil by its human foster parents at least, even tho they cant get Leg to tell them if it's a half- elf or not. They certainly suspect it's got man-blood tho, but we never really know if that's true. 3) I have this thing about childbirth. I've been fascinated with childbirth since I was a kid. *shrugs* I actually put many of my characters thru it, tho this is my first (and hopefully only!) Mpreg fic. =P 4) well, from answer 3 I guess we hen deduce that we're never really told exactly who it is. Or rather, we can *guess* who it is but Leg never confirms it. Never. Ever. Oh, and I didn't realise i've been that hard on Leg. I didn't think it was *that* painful, the way I described it. Hmm... maybe I'm more of a sadist than I thought. =S Oh well. About the descriptiveness, I've been reading about it ever since I was young, but recently i actually spent 2 years actually researching it for a separate writing project, you know everything I can from pre-conception to Old Wives Tales to traditional medicines to emotional processes during labour. I *did* find a really cool online site. *fazy plods off to search for site* ah, here it is. www.midwifeinfo.com. It's got a lot of the human aspect of stuff that medical journals don't really go into.
Farflung: Yupyup. Serious denial. But he's snapped out of it, bless him. =P *fazy re-reads review* Whoa. Nurse? Man! *fazy bows down in front of someone more knowledgeable than her* haha. Which Ada are you talking about? Leg's dad or whoever it is who impregnated him? if it's Leg's dad, then whoopee, Legolas, you are SO dead, ada is going to disown you for sure, man! But if it's the kid's dad then... ada might never even know... Can you imagine how humiliating it would be for Legolas to go up to him and go "Er, hi, it's me again. We haven't met for some time. Remember that last time we *did* meet? Er... I kinda went and got myself pregnant, doncherknow, yes, yes, I *know* I'm male, yeeessss I always thought males don't get pregnant too, tell that to Elbereth, whydoncehr, but whatver it is, heh, you're the ada of some kid. Congratulations, and I hope you keep it down on the ada bit, cos I'd rather die than let the whole elven community remember me as the first guy ever to give birth in the history of my people, thankyouverymuch." Haha. I can see him squirm even now.
Anonymous: Posting more now! haha. Well, I'll try to post as frequently as my new term timetable allows. But yeah, that got me thinking. What exactly does the word 'Mother' mean. Does a mother *have* to be a feminine clause, or does it technically mean someone who birthed the child. If that's the case, wouldn't Legolas be the mother? Hmmm... And oh, yes. There was another male party involved. But I like the way you're thinking... *smirk*
fazy: Where's Movieleggy? And since when were YOU in the picture?
Bookleggy: Since my movie counterpart came whining to me. As to where he is, he's over there, sulking in a corner. *Movieleggy glares at fazy over Bookleggy's shoulder.*
fazy: *glares back* Well he's just upset cos I didn't write him as a sexy kick-ass hero with a swarming fan base of starry-eyed girls.
Bookleggy: Ah well, and then there's that too...
fazy: O_o'
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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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"Legolas... 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..." Long after Aragorn had left him there, shut up in his private chamber, the Man's words still echoed resonantly in his head. "We will always be there for you... We will always be there for you..." Again and again, it played itself in his head. "... We will always be there for you... Legolas, we will always be there for you."
//Why do I still feel so alone then?\\ Legolas wondered miserably. He longed to reach out and catch the hand already outstretched to him, but something held him back. Stubbornness probably, and pride. Oh his cursed pride! He could not bear the thought of the others knowing. He could not bear to face the mockery he felt certain of finding even in his most dearest of companions.
//If any of the hobbits saw me right now, they'd laugh their socks off, only they didn't have any socks to start with\\, he thought glumly and braced himself as another contraction came and went. //If *any* of the fellowship saw me they'd laugh. They'd think me pathetic. And I can't blame them for that.\\
He thought of Aragorn again, Aragorn who was ready to enter the chamber forcibly out of concern for one he thought of as a friend. Aragorn wouldn't laugh, would he? No, not likely, it wasn't Aragorn's style, but he would be sad and sympathetic, and that was even worse than being laughed at. Legolas didn't need pity. And he didn't need to be judged either.
The hobbits... Aragorn... who else was there? Gimli. Dearest Gimli. But the thought of sharing it with Gimli terrified Legolas no end. What if the dwarf looked upon him with contempt and revulsion once he knew about him? What if Gimli thought him degenerate? He was sure that Gimli had always had a very pristine image of Legolas in his mind. What if... But no, Legolas could not even bear to think about it. He treasured his friendship with Gimli too much to risk loosing him with one ill timed confidence.
And as for Gandalf and Elrond, he would rather die than crawl to them, begging for help. There was no question about it. If the pains didn't kill him first, the humiliation of standing exposed before them surely would, of that much he was certain. No, he could not trust any of them with his dark little secret. There was simply too much at stake.
Legolas lay panting, gasping for breath as another wave passed, temporarily bringing his frenzied thought-speculation to an abrupt halt. He brought his hand to his forehead and was shocked when it came away dripping with sweat. Trembling weakly, the elf stared unfocusedly at his hand, and suddenly fascinated by the play of red sunlight against the shimmering moisture, he rubbed his fingers together and slowly twirled his hand over, watching as the light traced out intricate patters against his fingertips. Perhaps he would be so captivated by the colour he would forget the pains. Perhaps.
Perhaps not.
Legolas bit down hard as another contraction more powerful than the last racked through his body. He gripped the bedsheets tightly and moaned. It was coming more quickly too, with less time for him to distract himself in between, and this time, even after the pains left he lay frozen, his fear paralyzing him more potently than his actual labour.
For awhile, he clung to his pillows in panicked anxiety as a million and one thoughts raced through his mind. His entire body felt numb, as if he was being thawed out after being frozen in a block of ice. He has seen such blocks of ice before; ice which encased a frozen carcass of some dead animal unlucky enough to be caught in the encroaching winter storms. Ice... snow... whiteness... beauty... the soft hush of a forest after its first snowfall of the year, the skies a glittery white kaleidoscope of stars... //Can I wake up now? Please, Elbereth? When will I wake up?\\
And the beauty of it... beautiful, so beautiful was a landscape when it was covered in snow, bathed in the moonlight while the stars shone their cold light upon the mortal earth. But if the fear were the ice that bound him, the pain was as a scorching fire, and for a dreadful moment in time, Legolas lay caught between the two. The heat, the cold both burned within and around him, strong, relentless, and unsympathetic until sheer need forced him to break free of the ice. It was time to confront reality. He needed help. He needed help desperately. Gathering the last of his resolve, he stood up and glared at the door.
It seemed to glare back, mocking him.
Legolas blinked incredulously and shook his head to clear his thoughts, but still he could not rid himself of the feeling of being ridiculed by his own bedroom furniture. //Valar! Were even his personal belongings judging him now?\\ He shrugged. Oh well. He deserved it. Taking a deep breath, he walked the few steps to the door and found to his horror that he had forgotten to slide the bolts back into place after Aragorn had left. What if someone had walked in on him... He covered his face and groaned. Wasn't it was bad enough that he was loosing his wits. Did he have to loose his memory too?
//Elbereth, help me. Give me strength,\\ he murmured, and then drew himself to his full height. Forcing himself to adopt that perfect composure becoming of an elf, he stepped through the door and back into the real world, and so powerful was the strength of his will that Lord Elrond himself might have walked right past him at that point and would not have noticed anything amiss.
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Sorry about chapter 3. I know, I know, its boring and angsty and there's no action and no plot development, I'm sorry. I think it sux too. Thankfully it's short. But it's not redundant so I cant kick it out, that's the problem. It'll explain some of his later actions, but for now it's just boring. Things will start to happen next chapter, I promise.
School has started (boo!) and that means there'll be less time to write (double boo!) so I hope you guys'll be a little patient if updates take a long time. I *will* update eventually, cos I already have some sorta story trajectory and it's just sucky to leave stuff hanging before it's completed. Well, not that I never leave stuff hanging, its just that I hate it when I do. haha. (implies laziness)
Thanks for the overwhelming number of reviews! Meesa really appreciates it. ;D Oh yeah, and guys? I was pretty surprised that nobody asked if there was anything more to Aragorn's little speech. I was very deliberately writing it in such a way it is impossible to confidently point out where and if he uses the royal 'we' to mean himself rather than the fellowship as a whole.
Haldir's Heart And Soul: Me too. *haiz*. As much as I want it to be Haldir, I've got a sinking feeling it's the Man's. darn. I love haldir... or as I prefer calling him, Haldy. Oh, poohey, haldy's probably got better taste than to bed a blonde elf just passing through, tho that's poor comfort.
Mel: Haha. Lord Elrond already does suspect something, Aragorn sed that much in chapter 2. But no, Leg's not gonna go through it all alone. I would tell you who he goes too, but then that would imply that you're not bright enuf to guess from the fic summary, but I'm sure you are brilliantly bright and have already figured it out way before my big hint. Haha. And thanks for the support! *hugs Mel again*
Endurwen en' kalina: yay! Thanks! er... well, if all goes according to plan, Leg himself's gonna be telling you guys that. Well not the Movieleggy that appears at the start before the fic starts. I mean the Legolas in the fic. There will be some weird, wacked-up, pear shaped explanation, but I seriously doubt it'll sit well with most of you guys.
Snowy: yay! Glad u liked it. And yes, I'll be updating as often as possible, but that's a wee bit difficult cos school just started and already I'm getting busy with all the club commitments and stuff. Will try my best tho! *grinz*
dd9736: yay! *grinz* Thanks! That's one hell of a compliment there, and I really appreciate it! *fazy beams* Thanks man!
Anonymous: haha. Well, that certainly is a very biological approach. Haha. But yeah, as I was telling Endurwen en' kalina just now, there will be some sort of explanation later on in the fic. Somewhere really near the birth, tho its so unbearably controversial I'm already bracing myself for flames! Haha! *grinz* oh, and I realise the whole 'impregnated without consent' is really un-tolkeinesque-elf-like, and I would like to declare I have no explanation (either believable or not) so I'd like to ask for a wee bit (okay, okay, a wee LOT) of suspension of disbelief. ;D Too bad for Leggy, Aragorn's busy discussing horses or land ownership or grazing rights or whatever it is with Eomer, the poor sod, even tho all he really wants is to just be there for his friend.
Lembas7: you're probably not even here to read this, but what the heck. Duh, of course males don't get pregnant. And *I*'d probably puke myself if I came across it in real life (puke of shock, not of disgust tho. The guy cant help it if he's different.) Don't like, don't read. And jeez, don't get all judgemental.
Vana E: Haha! Sign me up for EPT. Is there a fan club or something? Well, if they don't, they should have. haha. I'm not a huge fan of angst tho, but if the big 'A' word comes into play as a side effect of the EPT then who's complaining? *grinz* Yeah, well, I'd *love* our elf-boy to really go thru shit but that would stretch the story way too long. It'd get boring. Trust me. 3 chapters of elfy angst is more than enuf for one sitting. And no, he cant die... that'll be too evil, and I'm a good girl. Really. ;P
Celebrian: yay! *hugs back* thanks! Boy or girl? Boy or girl? Boy or girl? Hmmm. I don't know actually. I'm still not sure where the trajectory should end, you see. In my head, it goes on till the kid's a coupla years old. Not *all the way* till it's that old, but a few cuts to maybe 2 or three significant moments before Leg has to face the possibility of loosing it forever or tearing it from it's foster parents, not a very pretty decision, especially since by then both parties love the kid like nuts. Most likely a boy tho. Still undecided, but I have a thing for little boys... I think they're so much more loveable than little bratty girls...
Theodred Prince: er... he had sex? *cheeky grin* haha. *fazy sticks out tongue playfully* Awwww... don't worry. Leg's gonna find himself in very caring (tho rather clueless) hands in just a bit. And actually, if you wanna *really* stick to the point on Healers' Intuition, then isn't Elrond supposed to be somewhat of a telepath as well? Gah, just put it down to plot holes then, worst luck. (
Das Blume: Yeah man! It *is* gonna give way to something worse... haha. Yeah, sure, there's more. I'll be doing up the story proper over the next month or so, not sure about the end of the trajectory tho. I tend to only make up my mind on exactly where to stop halfway through a story. Going on is not a problem, it's knowing where to stop that's the real bugger. *grinz* Yeah, and he's under a tremendous amount of stress, the poor thing, he's terrified of what might happen if anyone found out. And that's not the half of it. He cant be that bright if he didn't think that hiding a kid is more of a killer than hiding a pregnancy.... :D
Legolas 19: Yeah! I'm working on it! Thanx man! *hug*
Um...Name: BEEP! Sorry, wrong guess. Faramir's gonna play a big role, but I'm too big a fan of Faramir/Eowyn. Hehe. But even if it weren't, could it even be possible? They've only just met in Gondor, presumably after the war of the ring when Leg's free to go around the city and Fara's all well again. But then again, by then Fara's neck deep in courtship. Hmmm... how long is the elven gestation period anyhoo?
Gershwhen: Well, Legolas wouldn't let me make him a weepy teenager. He's a poker face stoic elf noble and he'll disembowel me with his knives before I even get to the keyboard. And now it seems he's gotten Bookleggy on his side. =P Anyway, it's the fighting that's the interesting bit. He's always struck me as a fighter. But things are a bit different when you're fighting against yourself.
Brilover: haha. Thanx! And yes, its more than a little bizarre. It's very bizarre. Glad u liked it tho. *grinz*
angelbird12241: yay! Thanks! And yeah, I'm working on it! *flashes thumbs up sign* As soon as I can untangle myself from the bloody schoolwork...
Amy: yay! Turmoil is *good*. Haha. Well, not too much, tho. Next chapter the action starts. I'm getting sick of his angsty turmoil myself. Ho, Boromir? Why Boromir? Gut feeling, romantic notions, process of elimination, deduction, induction, reading into the fic summary? Or is it cos of my other LoTR fics? Hmmm... do enlighten me. Cos you're the first one to ask if it might be him, so I'm pretty curious.
Ivory Novelist: haha. *squee, another update!* ;D But whoa, a cliffie? Man, I never thought of that ending as a cliffie, honest! I saw it as a natural chapter break. You know, what happens before Aragorn and what happens after. Haha. But then again, that's just me. And Aragorn/ Leggy fluff, well, that was just so Aragorn. I mean, there's no way in hell Aragorn would just overlook something like that. he's just to caring n responsible. A good king, overall. Oh, and as for Sweet Faramir, well, read the fic summary. *poke, poke*. Dear Sweet Faramir will figure rather largely next chapter onwards. On the downside, Aragorn *isn't* in the fic summary, so I guess you can see where that's going. But I'm gonna enjoy writing about Dear Sweet Faramir turning going all faint and puke-y-ish when the baby's coming. *wink* Oh, and I hope to goodness you've got nothing about Eowyn, cos she'll be figuring largely as well.
Guardian Elf Angel: Hey, go guard another Elf! Legolas is mine to torment! *grinz* Oh, or wait, are you an elven guardian angel who guards people in general or a general people angel who guards elves... hmmm... ( Okay, answers. 1) its likely a boy cos it'll go better with the post-birth story, but then again, you never know. 2) I have absolutely no idea what it's gonna be called. I'm gonna have to do a bit of research on that. any suggestions? But it's gonna be nicknamed Peredhil by its human foster parents at least, even tho they cant get Leg to tell them if it's a half- elf or not. They certainly suspect it's got man-blood tho, but we never really know if that's true. 3) I have this thing about childbirth. I've been fascinated with childbirth since I was a kid. *shrugs* I actually put many of my characters thru it, tho this is my first (and hopefully only!) Mpreg fic. =P 4) well, from answer 3 I guess we hen deduce that we're never really told exactly who it is. Or rather, we can *guess* who it is but Leg never confirms it. Never. Ever. Oh, and I didn't realise i've been that hard on Leg. I didn't think it was *that* painful, the way I described it. Hmm... maybe I'm more of a sadist than I thought. =S Oh well. About the descriptiveness, I've been reading about it ever since I was young, but recently i actually spent 2 years actually researching it for a separate writing project, you know everything I can from pre-conception to Old Wives Tales to traditional medicines to emotional processes during labour. I *did* find a really cool online site. *fazy plods off to search for site* ah, here it is. www.midwifeinfo.com. It's got a lot of the human aspect of stuff that medical journals don't really go into.
Farflung: Yupyup. Serious denial. But he's snapped out of it, bless him. =P *fazy re-reads review* Whoa. Nurse? Man! *fazy bows down in front of someone more knowledgeable than her* haha. Which Ada are you talking about? Leg's dad or whoever it is who impregnated him? if it's Leg's dad, then whoopee, Legolas, you are SO dead, ada is going to disown you for sure, man! But if it's the kid's dad then... ada might never even know... Can you imagine how humiliating it would be for Legolas to go up to him and go "Er, hi, it's me again. We haven't met for some time. Remember that last time we *did* meet? Er... I kinda went and got myself pregnant, doncherknow, yes, yes, I *know* I'm male, yeeessss I always thought males don't get pregnant too, tell that to Elbereth, whydoncehr, but whatver it is, heh, you're the ada of some kid. Congratulations, and I hope you keep it down on the ada bit, cos I'd rather die than let the whole elven community remember me as the first guy ever to give birth in the history of my people, thankyouverymuch." Haha. I can see him squirm even now.
Anonymous: Posting more now! haha. Well, I'll try to post as frequently as my new term timetable allows. But yeah, that got me thinking. What exactly does the word 'Mother' mean. Does a mother *have* to be a feminine clause, or does it technically mean someone who birthed the child. If that's the case, wouldn't Legolas be the mother? Hmmm... And oh, yes. There was another male party involved. But I like the way you're thinking... *smirk*