Movieleggy: You guys are sick.
fazy: Shut up.
Movieleggy: No, honestly you are. You need a shrink. You know, I can recommend you one. I had lunch with her just the other day. She's really nice.
fazy: Well can you pay for my treatment?
Movieleggy: er... no?
fazy: Then shut up. I'm trying to do something here. (fazy adopts a sexy voice-over tenor) Here there be Reminders of Boromir.
Movieleggy: Please. Shoot me. I am SO not impressed.
*BANG*
Movieleggy: VALAR! Bloody stupid mortals, THAT WAS JUST A PHRASE!
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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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With a little help, Legolas managed to struggle to his feet. It was difficult though. It seemed that the contractions which had somewhat stabilized while he sat suddenly sprang back into full consciousness the moment he made an effort to move, forcing him back into a seating position. Somehow or other, he made it to the door and stood leaning heavily against the doorframe, mentally bracing himself for the challenge to come. Like before, he knew he would have to appear nothing less than serene to any casual passers by. How he could ever pull it off though, the Valar alone knew. He even had trouble making his way across the room, for goodness sake: he walked with his back bent and one hand outstretched, reaching for his nearest support like a cripple until Faramir had taken it into his head to slip and arm under Legolas's shoulders. And although the Elf was grateful for the Man's help, he knew he could not depend on it while in the corridor. Thrust back into the open, Legolas would have to find his own support, and he prayed with all his heart that the iron of his will would prove support enough.
He doubted it would be though.
Taking a few deep breaths, he summed up the courage to take the plunge and stepped past the invisible barrier separating his private from his public face, and once he did, the change that overcame him was remarkable. Carefully studying the beautiful creature that emerged from that metamorphosis, Faramir would never have guessed personal ordeal that that lay behind Legolas' seemingly tranquil expression.
Legolas had shrugged free of their concerned hands and was now floating gracefully down the corridor air of quiet elegance and calm that Faramir had come to associate the Elves with. It was magical to watch, and the two eyed him with a weary sort of awe. How could he conceal his distress so well? It was as if he had sealed it off completely leaving not a single outlet for even a small rivulet to leak out from. Not a frown, not even a sigh, the only thing that betrayed him was a lingering aftertaste of grimness that tugged at his lips. But how long could he keep up his act? //Not very long,\\ Faramir guessed.
But it seemed that the Man had underestimated Legolas' ability to keep up his illusion of glamour. A page hurried by looking frazzled, and a passing chambermaid smiled a cheery greeting, but none seemed to find anything out of place. To them, he was just an elven prince enjoying a quiet stroll in the cool of the night, his eyes closed serenely while his hand brushed reflectively against the rough texture. Faramir had to hand it to the guy. It would never have occurred to anyone passing that by adopting such a stance, Legolas was in fact using the wall as both a support and a guide.
Watching transfixed as they trailed him at a safe distance, Faramir had failed to notice where the Elf's directionless wandering had brought them, but as Legolas turned a corner, a familiar musk permeated his senses. It was familiar... oh so familiar... With a growing sense of dread, Faramir looked around, and what he saw left him cold. The corridor... the passage... he had not passes this way since... since... But no, Faramir dragged his mind away from that black gaping chasm deep in his heart. His grief was still young, his wound too fresh to face such an ache.
Before him, Legolas paused. He thought nothing of it at first: throughout the whole time, Legolas had paused at infrequent intervals as he fought to remain in control against the rising tide of his labour, but when he showed no signs of movement even after some minutes had passed, the Man grew worried. He glanced at Eowyn, and squeezed her hand. She too looked equally alarmed.
Releasing Faramir's grasp, Eowyn stepped up to Legolas and laid a hand on his shoulder. Legolas whimpered at the gentle touch. "I can't walk," he whispered hoarsely. He reached for her shoulder and held it in a death grip. "I can't move my body!" he gasped in panic. "I can't walk!"
"Sssh," she crooned, treading an arm strongly around his waist. "It's okay, it's okay. You see that door there? Just aim for that. That's right now, go slowly, let's take it one step at a time. Come on, Legolas, just one step... that's right, good, come on... yes... that's it, that's right. Just keep it up. Slowly now, step by step, one step at a time, that's it, come on now, very good..." she coaxed as she guided him towards the nearest visible doorway. If it so happened that it was not an empty chamber, well, tough luck, whoever who was in there would have to be vacated. For everyone's sake, she hoped fervently that chance would have them stumble into an unused room.
And although it was Legolas who had been locked in place just minutes before, now it was Faramir's turn to freeze up. Try as he might, there was nothing he could do to get his limbs to obey him. Dimly, the Man watched in dismay as the two in front ducked into what he knew was an empty chamber.
//Boromir...\\
His brother haunted him, haunted his sleep, haunted his steps, haunted every second of both his waking and dreaming moments so strongly that Faramir could never bring himself to enter the room of the deceased. It hurt too much to walk into his cold empty room: he couldn't bear to see all that familiar furniture and smell the familiar scents and yet to just live on, *knowing* that his brother was... gone.
Faramir rested his hot forehead against the cool stone walls and groaned softly. Of all places! And now Legolas had entered that sacred temple which housed the ghost of his brother, and the spirit so long undisturbed would now be dispersed. The delicate holiness attached to it will dissipate into nothingness, and there would be nothing left to remind him of his grief.
Why here? Why now? It was too fast. Curses, it was much too fast. It was so unfair! Faramir had carefully avoided his brother's room for so long now for fear of breaking it's hallowed air. He had been waiting, saving his intent in the deepest recesses of his soul for the right moment to break into that world between worlds, to enter the domain where his past memories might once more be brought to life. The fact that nobody had so much as been there since the elder son had left would mean Boromir's presence there still lingered on, a last fragile memory of him in a bleak forgetful world. Sure, Boromir's bed would be cold and unslept in, and the air musty with unuse, but it meant something to Faramir that it would have been both the last things in Gondor which Boromir had touched, and the last things that actually touched his living flesh. Those hands that the wooden desk last felt would have been Boromir's and Boromir's alone, pure and untainted by any else, as was everything else in the room. And that was what made it so important to the grieving Man.
But now the seal was breached, and Boromir's spirit no longer dwelt within. The sacredness that Faramir had been clinging on to had dissipated and there was nothing left... nothing left for him...
"Faramir?"
For a moment, Faramir froze half hoping that it was the voice of his brother that called out to him, that these past few months had just been a bad dream and he would open his eyes to see Boromir joyfully striding down the corridor in eager greeting. If only these past few months were just a dream... If only. If only all that business with the Ring had never happened, Boromir might still be here today... alive and happy, and practically bursting with pride at the news of his little brother's upcoming nuptials. But no, he thought sadly. The voice that had spoken his name was female. His elder brother was gone forever.
Taking a deep breath in an effort to calm himself, Faramir looked up and composed his face into a smile. For Eowyn's sake. The last thing she needed was a poor depressed sod for a husband.
"I'm coming," he replied. His voice came out as a tight whisper, half choked with the weight of his unshed tears. "I'm..."
"Faramir, what's the matter?" she said coming up to him in concern. "Faramir?"
Faramir looked away for a long moment, but when she came up to his side, he reached gratefully for her hand. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "It's just... since he..." he trailed off.
"Who, my love?"
"My brother."
And Eowyn nodded in alarmed understanding. "This is...? I'm sorry," she whispered. "I had no idea it meant something to you."
Faramir shrugged, trying hard to feel as nonchalant as he acted. "Legolas couldn't have made it much further anyway."
"True. True." She looked at him expectantly. "Come on, lets go in." And Faramir nodded.
Alright.
Now was the time for it.
He had already put it off for too long.
Boromir had passed on, and he would never come back.
There was no use waiting, no use putting it off anymore. If only he had acted sooner perhaps he might have had the chance to savour the pure essence of his brother as captured in the room, but even now it was not too late. Some part of Boromir still lingered there, but the longer he waited, the more it would diminish, and the smells that were once entirely a part of his brother's existence would mingle with the other scents the two had brought in with them. If he didn't grab his chance to savour what little was left, it would be lost to him forever, and there would be nothing he could do to either prevent or undo it's passing. Closing his eyes, he let out a long deep breath and gave her hand a quick squeeze.
//Boromir... My brother...\\
Oh dear gods, he still remembered his brother's last words to him with starting clarity. He could almost imagine that he heard Boromir calling out to him in that rich deep voice of him, "Little Brother... Little Brother..." He closed his eyes. The pain of remembrance stabbed him to the soul. He bled.
"Come on," he whispered. "Lets go in," he choked. And mustering up the courage he needed, Faramir stepped through the door and into the limbo that lived on in the world in between worlds.
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HAH. Done at last. Man, this was so difficult to write. It's so difficult to capture what Faramir feels, whether it's awe at Leggy's ability to put on and take off his public persona just like that or grief at the loss of his brother... it's all so difficult, and I was rather disappointed with the result. Maybe cos its all such powerful emotions and I'm not skilled enough to portray it... Ah well, practice makes perfect.
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Legolas19: Well, I have a thing for MPREG too... well, provided they're well written. I get squeamish quite easily, so I appreciate it when a story doesn't get too gross...that's why I try to concentrate more on thoughts and emotions rather than actual physical details. I also have a thing against the word 'pregnant'. I don't know why, I just do. I don't think it's rude or anything (tho I have a friend who tells me her mom blows a fit when someone says 'pregnant' as opposed to 'with child'. Go figure.) But I do think it kinda freaky.. the way really bad gout is freaky, or the way lunacy is freaky. Its not that I have never really been around er... (I would say 'expectant mothers' but that too is freaky. Heck, the words 'motherhood' and 'maternal' are *damn* freaky) ... I think that's enough of freaky for now. It might be a good idea to shut up... =P
Brilover: I'm really sorry I didn't email you, but something went wrong and the stupid email administrator send me a mail saying that ooooh, looky, no such email address exists! Bah. It does that sometimes. It keeps telling me my aunt's email address is non-existent even tho I HAVE sent emails to her before so I KNOW there's a problem with my email. So far, it's blacklisted 3 email addresses. I hope it doesn't start blacklisting even more, cos I've been using that addy for more than 6 years now and I don't wanna switch. It's like moving out of the neighbourhood you grew up in and its really sad...
Anonymous: Well, yeah, on one hand his reputation will be saved in the sense that nobody is going to take him for a slut, but on the other hand, don't you think it'll be a serious blow to his *ahem* manhood? I mean, the guy's a male for goodness sake. The last thing he would want is to be known far and wide as the first male to ever become a mother. Call guiness, man. Or as Farflung put it, the Elven National Enquirer. Haha. Lets see him squirm his way out of *that* mess. As to what chapter it is, well, we don't have much longer to go. Leggy's settled... well, almost. We do have to have *someone* run to get stuff like well, the stuff they considered 'necessary' for childbirth and well, that's about it. So who knows, it might just be the next chapter. I have an awful habbit of going on and on till someone shoots me so it might just drag, but I cant think of any more drama that might prolong it more than 2 chappies. Most drama is done now. All that's left is the drama of the birth...
Farflung: haha. Definitely out of the Elven National Enquirer, and any other tabloid mags that might be in circulation. That'll totally despoil his whole reputation. Whoa, everything he's done to earn his name, and it's all pissed away with one article... But I can so imagine Galadrial or Elrond reading this kinda junk and bitching away with their telepathy thing behind everyone's backs. Haha. A good image, really. =D About the poor self-esteem, I dunno. He seems rather confident an elf. Maybe too confident perhaps? He's very proud after all. I think it's pride rather than a lack of self-esteem that's making him so harsh on himself. But I could be wrong. Or blame it on the hormones, yeah, that's a quick easy way out. *grinz* But you're right. Eowyn' such a peoples' person (commoners' noble?) that she should have at least a bit of visual experience with delivering horses/ sheep/ pigs etc... hmmm... thanks for mentioning that. never thought about it before. But don't you think you're being a bit judgemental about Faramir? I mean, I *did* think he'd be just a little useless, but not *that* useless. =D (((Well when I first started reading this chapter I got very confused and thought I had accidently gotten in another story. So when Legolas showed up I was like OK this is the right story after all.))) haha. I thought that was fun. *grinz* actually, I was kinda getting sick of Elven Angst so I thought a bit of fun harmless play would be well, fun.
Haldir's Heart and Soul: O_o ;;;;
MoroTheWolfGod: whoa, cool persona. Giant 2-tailed wolf. Whoa. =D
Yume no Kokoro: haha! I know what you mean, especially if it's directed to Legolas! *evil conspiratory grin* There's just something about Movieleggy's beautiful blondeness and porcelain skinness and absolute duh-ness that simply screams to be tortured. How does the Fellowship take it! There are worse sirens than the call of the ring...
Angelbird2241: Thanks! And yupyup! Am updating! Am updating! =D
Mel: haha, so does that mean I'm safe to assume u actually *like* long chapters? =D Hmm... not much is learned eh. What else *is* there to learn? Not much, not that I ken think of at least. And perhaps I should clarify that. you might not be thinking along the right path (only leggy ken tell u for certain!) but you *are* thinking the way I am.. *grinz*
Theodred Prince: Yeah! Glad u like it! And I'm working on more chappies ASAP! Haha.
Das Blume: huh? Lost a chapter? *fazy sits down n thinks* Oh! I know, you mean you lost a chance to have ur name in the last one in the review response section! =P haha. And yeah, now that you mention it, I can just imagine them whispering away while casting weird glances at all the male elves, especially those in long robes... *snigger* and maybe signing over their weird feeling but quickly disguising it as a flick of the hair or a little cough every time Elrond turns around. Man, I love the Men of Gondor. They are so.. *glomps both boro & fara* and I'm sooooooooo grateful to PJ for giving us moment of brotherly love in the extended TTT. That was soooooooooooo terribly touching. Awwwww... I've always been a big fan of Boro & Fara's brotherly love. Not incest, but real true honest to goodness platonic brotherly love. Okay, okay, a bit of slash wont hurt, but provided they don't actually *act* on it. Gimmie any other slash pairing but leave the Brothers (Boro/Fara and Elladan/Elrohir) alone! (((((even more convincing that "hey! I'm gonna be a dady!))))) erm... you're gonna have to explain that bit. I dint quite get you. Sorry. But hey, thanx for the review!
fazy: Shut up.
Movieleggy: No, honestly you are. You need a shrink. You know, I can recommend you one. I had lunch with her just the other day. She's really nice.
fazy: Well can you pay for my treatment?
Movieleggy: er... no?
fazy: Then shut up. I'm trying to do something here. (fazy adopts a sexy voice-over tenor) Here there be Reminders of Boromir.
Movieleggy: Please. Shoot me. I am SO not impressed.
*BANG*
Movieleggy: VALAR! Bloody stupid mortals, THAT WAS JUST A PHRASE!
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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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With a little help, Legolas managed to struggle to his feet. It was difficult though. It seemed that the contractions which had somewhat stabilized while he sat suddenly sprang back into full consciousness the moment he made an effort to move, forcing him back into a seating position. Somehow or other, he made it to the door and stood leaning heavily against the doorframe, mentally bracing himself for the challenge to come. Like before, he knew he would have to appear nothing less than serene to any casual passers by. How he could ever pull it off though, the Valar alone knew. He even had trouble making his way across the room, for goodness sake: he walked with his back bent and one hand outstretched, reaching for his nearest support like a cripple until Faramir had taken it into his head to slip and arm under Legolas's shoulders. And although the Elf was grateful for the Man's help, he knew he could not depend on it while in the corridor. Thrust back into the open, Legolas would have to find his own support, and he prayed with all his heart that the iron of his will would prove support enough.
He doubted it would be though.
Taking a few deep breaths, he summed up the courage to take the plunge and stepped past the invisible barrier separating his private from his public face, and once he did, the change that overcame him was remarkable. Carefully studying the beautiful creature that emerged from that metamorphosis, Faramir would never have guessed personal ordeal that that lay behind Legolas' seemingly tranquil expression.
Legolas had shrugged free of their concerned hands and was now floating gracefully down the corridor air of quiet elegance and calm that Faramir had come to associate the Elves with. It was magical to watch, and the two eyed him with a weary sort of awe. How could he conceal his distress so well? It was as if he had sealed it off completely leaving not a single outlet for even a small rivulet to leak out from. Not a frown, not even a sigh, the only thing that betrayed him was a lingering aftertaste of grimness that tugged at his lips. But how long could he keep up his act? //Not very long,\\ Faramir guessed.
But it seemed that the Man had underestimated Legolas' ability to keep up his illusion of glamour. A page hurried by looking frazzled, and a passing chambermaid smiled a cheery greeting, but none seemed to find anything out of place. To them, he was just an elven prince enjoying a quiet stroll in the cool of the night, his eyes closed serenely while his hand brushed reflectively against the rough texture. Faramir had to hand it to the guy. It would never have occurred to anyone passing that by adopting such a stance, Legolas was in fact using the wall as both a support and a guide.
Watching transfixed as they trailed him at a safe distance, Faramir had failed to notice where the Elf's directionless wandering had brought them, but as Legolas turned a corner, a familiar musk permeated his senses. It was familiar... oh so familiar... With a growing sense of dread, Faramir looked around, and what he saw left him cold. The corridor... the passage... he had not passes this way since... since... But no, Faramir dragged his mind away from that black gaping chasm deep in his heart. His grief was still young, his wound too fresh to face such an ache.
Before him, Legolas paused. He thought nothing of it at first: throughout the whole time, Legolas had paused at infrequent intervals as he fought to remain in control against the rising tide of his labour, but when he showed no signs of movement even after some minutes had passed, the Man grew worried. He glanced at Eowyn, and squeezed her hand. She too looked equally alarmed.
Releasing Faramir's grasp, Eowyn stepped up to Legolas and laid a hand on his shoulder. Legolas whimpered at the gentle touch. "I can't walk," he whispered hoarsely. He reached for her shoulder and held it in a death grip. "I can't move my body!" he gasped in panic. "I can't walk!"
"Sssh," she crooned, treading an arm strongly around his waist. "It's okay, it's okay. You see that door there? Just aim for that. That's right now, go slowly, let's take it one step at a time. Come on, Legolas, just one step... that's right, good, come on... yes... that's it, that's right. Just keep it up. Slowly now, step by step, one step at a time, that's it, come on now, very good..." she coaxed as she guided him towards the nearest visible doorway. If it so happened that it was not an empty chamber, well, tough luck, whoever who was in there would have to be vacated. For everyone's sake, she hoped fervently that chance would have them stumble into an unused room.
And although it was Legolas who had been locked in place just minutes before, now it was Faramir's turn to freeze up. Try as he might, there was nothing he could do to get his limbs to obey him. Dimly, the Man watched in dismay as the two in front ducked into what he knew was an empty chamber.
//Boromir...\\
His brother haunted him, haunted his sleep, haunted his steps, haunted every second of both his waking and dreaming moments so strongly that Faramir could never bring himself to enter the room of the deceased. It hurt too much to walk into his cold empty room: he couldn't bear to see all that familiar furniture and smell the familiar scents and yet to just live on, *knowing* that his brother was... gone.
Faramir rested his hot forehead against the cool stone walls and groaned softly. Of all places! And now Legolas had entered that sacred temple which housed the ghost of his brother, and the spirit so long undisturbed would now be dispersed. The delicate holiness attached to it will dissipate into nothingness, and there would be nothing left to remind him of his grief.
Why here? Why now? It was too fast. Curses, it was much too fast. It was so unfair! Faramir had carefully avoided his brother's room for so long now for fear of breaking it's hallowed air. He had been waiting, saving his intent in the deepest recesses of his soul for the right moment to break into that world between worlds, to enter the domain where his past memories might once more be brought to life. The fact that nobody had so much as been there since the elder son had left would mean Boromir's presence there still lingered on, a last fragile memory of him in a bleak forgetful world. Sure, Boromir's bed would be cold and unslept in, and the air musty with unuse, but it meant something to Faramir that it would have been both the last things in Gondor which Boromir had touched, and the last things that actually touched his living flesh. Those hands that the wooden desk last felt would have been Boromir's and Boromir's alone, pure and untainted by any else, as was everything else in the room. And that was what made it so important to the grieving Man.
But now the seal was breached, and Boromir's spirit no longer dwelt within. The sacredness that Faramir had been clinging on to had dissipated and there was nothing left... nothing left for him...
"Faramir?"
For a moment, Faramir froze half hoping that it was the voice of his brother that called out to him, that these past few months had just been a bad dream and he would open his eyes to see Boromir joyfully striding down the corridor in eager greeting. If only these past few months were just a dream... If only. If only all that business with the Ring had never happened, Boromir might still be here today... alive and happy, and practically bursting with pride at the news of his little brother's upcoming nuptials. But no, he thought sadly. The voice that had spoken his name was female. His elder brother was gone forever.
Taking a deep breath in an effort to calm himself, Faramir looked up and composed his face into a smile. For Eowyn's sake. The last thing she needed was a poor depressed sod for a husband.
"I'm coming," he replied. His voice came out as a tight whisper, half choked with the weight of his unshed tears. "I'm..."
"Faramir, what's the matter?" she said coming up to him in concern. "Faramir?"
Faramir looked away for a long moment, but when she came up to his side, he reached gratefully for her hand. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "It's just... since he..." he trailed off.
"Who, my love?"
"My brother."
And Eowyn nodded in alarmed understanding. "This is...? I'm sorry," she whispered. "I had no idea it meant something to you."
Faramir shrugged, trying hard to feel as nonchalant as he acted. "Legolas couldn't have made it much further anyway."
"True. True." She looked at him expectantly. "Come on, lets go in." And Faramir nodded.
Alright.
Now was the time for it.
He had already put it off for too long.
Boromir had passed on, and he would never come back.
There was no use waiting, no use putting it off anymore. If only he had acted sooner perhaps he might have had the chance to savour the pure essence of his brother as captured in the room, but even now it was not too late. Some part of Boromir still lingered there, but the longer he waited, the more it would diminish, and the smells that were once entirely a part of his brother's existence would mingle with the other scents the two had brought in with them. If he didn't grab his chance to savour what little was left, it would be lost to him forever, and there would be nothing he could do to either prevent or undo it's passing. Closing his eyes, he let out a long deep breath and gave her hand a quick squeeze.
//Boromir... My brother...\\
Oh dear gods, he still remembered his brother's last words to him with starting clarity. He could almost imagine that he heard Boromir calling out to him in that rich deep voice of him, "Little Brother... Little Brother..." He closed his eyes. The pain of remembrance stabbed him to the soul. He bled.
"Come on," he whispered. "Lets go in," he choked. And mustering up the courage he needed, Faramir stepped through the door and into the limbo that lived on in the world in between worlds.
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HAH. Done at last. Man, this was so difficult to write. It's so difficult to capture what Faramir feels, whether it's awe at Leggy's ability to put on and take off his public persona just like that or grief at the loss of his brother... it's all so difficult, and I was rather disappointed with the result. Maybe cos its all such powerful emotions and I'm not skilled enough to portray it... Ah well, practice makes perfect.
Practicepracticepracticepracticepracticepracticepracticepracticepracticeprac ticepracticepracticepracticepracticepracticepracticepracticepracticepractice practicepracticepracticepracticepracticepracticepracticepracticepracticeprac ticepracticepracticepracticepracticepractice
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Legolas19: Well, I have a thing for MPREG too... well, provided they're well written. I get squeamish quite easily, so I appreciate it when a story doesn't get too gross...that's why I try to concentrate more on thoughts and emotions rather than actual physical details. I also have a thing against the word 'pregnant'. I don't know why, I just do. I don't think it's rude or anything (tho I have a friend who tells me her mom blows a fit when someone says 'pregnant' as opposed to 'with child'. Go figure.) But I do think it kinda freaky.. the way really bad gout is freaky, or the way lunacy is freaky. Its not that I have never really been around er... (I would say 'expectant mothers' but that too is freaky. Heck, the words 'motherhood' and 'maternal' are *damn* freaky) ... I think that's enough of freaky for now. It might be a good idea to shut up... =P
Brilover: I'm really sorry I didn't email you, but something went wrong and the stupid email administrator send me a mail saying that ooooh, looky, no such email address exists! Bah. It does that sometimes. It keeps telling me my aunt's email address is non-existent even tho I HAVE sent emails to her before so I KNOW there's a problem with my email. So far, it's blacklisted 3 email addresses. I hope it doesn't start blacklisting even more, cos I've been using that addy for more than 6 years now and I don't wanna switch. It's like moving out of the neighbourhood you grew up in and its really sad...
Anonymous: Well, yeah, on one hand his reputation will be saved in the sense that nobody is going to take him for a slut, but on the other hand, don't you think it'll be a serious blow to his *ahem* manhood? I mean, the guy's a male for goodness sake. The last thing he would want is to be known far and wide as the first male to ever become a mother. Call guiness, man. Or as Farflung put it, the Elven National Enquirer. Haha. Lets see him squirm his way out of *that* mess. As to what chapter it is, well, we don't have much longer to go. Leggy's settled... well, almost. We do have to have *someone* run to get stuff like well, the stuff they considered 'necessary' for childbirth and well, that's about it. So who knows, it might just be the next chapter. I have an awful habbit of going on and on till someone shoots me so it might just drag, but I cant think of any more drama that might prolong it more than 2 chappies. Most drama is done now. All that's left is the drama of the birth...
Farflung: haha. Definitely out of the Elven National Enquirer, and any other tabloid mags that might be in circulation. That'll totally despoil his whole reputation. Whoa, everything he's done to earn his name, and it's all pissed away with one article... But I can so imagine Galadrial or Elrond reading this kinda junk and bitching away with their telepathy thing behind everyone's backs. Haha. A good image, really. =D About the poor self-esteem, I dunno. He seems rather confident an elf. Maybe too confident perhaps? He's very proud after all. I think it's pride rather than a lack of self-esteem that's making him so harsh on himself. But I could be wrong. Or blame it on the hormones, yeah, that's a quick easy way out. *grinz* But you're right. Eowyn' such a peoples' person (commoners' noble?) that she should have at least a bit of visual experience with delivering horses/ sheep/ pigs etc... hmmm... thanks for mentioning that. never thought about it before. But don't you think you're being a bit judgemental about Faramir? I mean, I *did* think he'd be just a little useless, but not *that* useless. =D (((Well when I first started reading this chapter I got very confused and thought I had accidently gotten in another story. So when Legolas showed up I was like OK this is the right story after all.))) haha. I thought that was fun. *grinz* actually, I was kinda getting sick of Elven Angst so I thought a bit of fun harmless play would be well, fun.
Haldir's Heart and Soul: O_o ;;;;
MoroTheWolfGod: whoa, cool persona. Giant 2-tailed wolf. Whoa. =D
Yume no Kokoro: haha! I know what you mean, especially if it's directed to Legolas! *evil conspiratory grin* There's just something about Movieleggy's beautiful blondeness and porcelain skinness and absolute duh-ness that simply screams to be tortured. How does the Fellowship take it! There are worse sirens than the call of the ring...
Angelbird2241: Thanks! And yupyup! Am updating! Am updating! =D
Mel: haha, so does that mean I'm safe to assume u actually *like* long chapters? =D Hmm... not much is learned eh. What else *is* there to learn? Not much, not that I ken think of at least. And perhaps I should clarify that. you might not be thinking along the right path (only leggy ken tell u for certain!) but you *are* thinking the way I am.. *grinz*
Theodred Prince: Yeah! Glad u like it! And I'm working on more chappies ASAP! Haha.
Das Blume: huh? Lost a chapter? *fazy sits down n thinks* Oh! I know, you mean you lost a chance to have ur name in the last one in the review response section! =P haha. And yeah, now that you mention it, I can just imagine them whispering away while casting weird glances at all the male elves, especially those in long robes... *snigger* and maybe signing over their weird feeling but quickly disguising it as a flick of the hair or a little cough every time Elrond turns around. Man, I love the Men of Gondor. They are so.. *glomps both boro & fara* and I'm sooooooooo grateful to PJ for giving us moment of brotherly love in the extended TTT. That was soooooooooooo terribly touching. Awwwww... I've always been a big fan of Boro & Fara's brotherly love. Not incest, but real true honest to goodness platonic brotherly love. Okay, okay, a bit of slash wont hurt, but provided they don't actually *act* on it. Gimmie any other slash pairing but leave the Brothers (Boro/Fara and Elladan/Elrohir) alone! (((((even more convincing that "hey! I'm gonna be a dady!))))) erm... you're gonna have to explain that bit. I dint quite get you. Sorry. But hey, thanx for the review!