________________________________________
________________________________________
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.)
________________________________________
________________________________________
Faramir stepped through the heavily embossed doorway into the lavishness that was his brother's personal living space, and not for the first time, felt a pang of hurt hurriedly smothered at that lasting testimony of his late father's blatant favouritism. Everything his father had was showered upon his brother, his father's pride and joy. But now everything was displaced. His father was dead, killed by his own fit of madness... madness at the thought of Faramir's supposed death... Oh dear. His father really did love him, didn't he? The elder steward just... never showed it. Or perhaps, Farmir had never felt it even thought it was there? But there was no use speculating about that now. His father was dead, his body reduced to ashes, a victim of living cremation. Faramir shuddered. He felt so lost.
//Boromir... if only you were here...\\
He looked around with half-seeing eyes and dimly registered Legolas crouched upon a heavy oak chair by the window. The chair. How often had Faramir sat in it as he watched his brother at work? Boromir had always been interested in History: they did after all consist mainly of battles and great wars of past. And lineage, that too. Boromir was obsessed with lineage. How many times had he just sat there as a child while Boromir sat at his desk and poured through his books?
Faramir sighed. There were so many memories...
"Faramir," Eowyn said, snapping him out of his reverie. "Faramir, stay with Legolas. I'm going to get some things."
"Where are you going? And what things?"
"You know..." she said. "Things. *Things*. Those things," she said as she walked towards the door. "For him. And oh, and can you start a fire?" she said sweetly. "He's freezing."
And with that she was gone.
Faramir shifted in discomfort. He glanced up at Legolas, only to find the Elf watching him. He shuddered. There was something terribly disconcerting about this situation. It was wrong. Terribly wrong.
"Alright then," Faramir sighed and forced some semblance of cheerfulness into his voice. "Let's get the fire started."
But even after he had managed to get the fire burning cheerfully away, Eowyn still had not returned. Where the heck was she anyway? Faramir could not think of a more awkward situation than the one he was now in. Nervously, he stole a quick glance at Legolas, just to find the elf watching him guardedly. He shuddered. Why did Legolas have to *watch* him like that anyway? It was as if the Elf was his examiner and he was being tested, but tested for what he did not know. He only hoped that Eowyn would come back soon. He really, really hoped so. In the meantime, he did the only thing a man could do. He pulled up a chair and waited.
And waited.
And then waited some more.
And waited and waited and waited until he felt about ready to explode. Where *was* she? How could she just abandon him to tend to the elf like this! Being shut up like this with Legolas in that state was nothing less than torture! How could she do this to him!
Shifting restlessly in his chair, he cast a worried glance in Legolas' direction and bit his lip guiltily. He knew he should be more... more what?..... more supportive? Yes, he supposed that was it. He really should be more supportive but for some reason or other, Legolas' condition unnerved him to the core, and try as he might, he just couldn't bring himself to shake off the feeling of *wrongness* that hung heavy in the chamber. All the while, Legolas watched him from the corner of one half- opened eye.
Faramir stood up and strode to the window. Perhaps a change in scenery would do him some good. The mustiness of the place was getting to him, as was the heat. Did the Elf really feel that cold, or was he just imagining the chill? Or perhaps it had something to do with the 'L-word'. Faramir could not bring himself to pronounce it, even in the privacy of his head. The idea of a fellow male in the clutches of labour was too disturbing a thought. He shuddered.
But it was the Elf's pain that distressed him the most: it plagued him with guilt! Here was someone who he had come to think of as... well, not quite as a friend-- Legolas had always been rather quiet and distant-- but as a companion, and it hurt him to see someone he cared about so distraught. And here he was, turning a blind eye... it screamed out against all Faramir had been brought up to believe.
And so when the next contraction left Legolas moaning softly, Faramir approached him cautiously and laid a hand hesitantly on the Elf's shoulder. He felt Legolas' muscles tense up at his touch, and read the bewilderment in the other's face as Legolas' eyes crept up to meet his.
But even if the gesture was unexpected, it certainly was appreciated, and Legolas gripped his hand hard. "There, there," Faramir crooned, reaching for the nearest chair with his free hand and drawing it close. As soon as he had settled in his chair, Faramir cupped Legolas' hand warmly in both of his. Eowyn was right. The Elf was freezing.
"Do you want a blanket?" he asked, concerned, and stood up to fetch one without waiting for a reply, and was surprised when Legolas refused to let go of him. He was even more taken aback by the other's look, by the wide elven eyes silently pleading to not be left alone.
And for the first time, the immensity of it all dawned on Faramir. Legolas was terrified. He was scared out of his wits and floundering out of his depth, and for so long, Faramir had selfishly left him to struggle with this alone. Oh dear...
Suddenly Legolas whimpered. "I feel weird," he said, throwing Faramir into a panic.
"What do you mean?" he replied, trying hard to sound as calm and in control as possible. "What's... Legolas... what's that?" he said, eyeing Legolas suspiciously. "Did you soil yourself?"
"No!"
"But--"
"NO!"
"Then--"
"I DON'T KNOW!" Legolas cried in fright.
"Don't know what?" a voice sensible voice cut through the room as Eowyn strode in hauling a high stool and with a thick length of rope hanging from her shoulders. She caught sight of Legolas and broke into an idiot grin.
"Thank Eru!" she breathed. "For a while there I was really worried that the baby wouldn't have an exit but if your water broke then there *must* be some sort of passage for the baby to be born!"
________________________________________
________________________________________
End of chapter 6.
Thanks for all the reviews! YAY! But as Saint so rightly pointed out, responding to them takes up a hellova lotta space. I'm used to doing review responses and it's kinda common in some other fandoms but this fic seems to get an amazing number of reviews so I don't think this can go on. ;D And incidentally, its more fun to get emails cos then you ken reply as soon as you get it and not have to worry about how bloody long your reply is! Haha! So email me! chopstickssg@yahoo.com My inbox is always open. *grinz* who cares about the little review counter anyway! =D Plus, writing all those responses all at once before posting actually sets me back at least 3 days after the fic's already written, so you'd probably get updates faster if you email me straight *nudge, nudge*
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Response to reviews:
Legolas19: Yay! Thanks!
Anonymous: Hehe. Well, now you can begin to speculate where.. *cheeky grinz* Well, but if you think about it, weird noises from Boromir's room... people will probably put it down to the supernatural... hehe. Well, that was actually an idea for when Leg's alone. Yeah, I was speculating about letting leg alone for awhile but I was kind and let Faramir stay with him. *grinz* And yeah, I've been able to write quicker than expected mainly cos of my godawful time table which leaves me stuck in school with noting to do from 2pm- 7pm every Monday!!!!!! WAAAAAHHHHH!
mel: Really? You think so? *am touched* I actually thought I wasn't able to capture it as well as I would have liked. Need more practice! Haha. *hugs mel*
Harper's Pixie: Hidden obsession? Haha! Whoa... *shudders* But yes, mpreg is SO cool when done properly. *evil cackle* hey, you read any other good mpreg u wanna share? I haven't come across any for a long time. Seems people've stopped writing them or something. Hehe. *flashes innocent grin*
Haldir's Heart and Soul: You like Boromir? hehe. How is it that so many people who like haldir also like Boromir and so many people who have a thing for Boromir also like haldir? Hmmm... I think they're both cool. Well, the ones in the movies that is. The Boromir in the book was a mighty pain in the behind, and I don't even *remember* haldy from the book. He didn't make much of an impression, but I remember I thinking book Boromir was in severe need of therapy.
Saint: Haha. I was actually aiming for this to be a short chapter fic. Don't ask me *why*, I just thought it'd be more fun and less stressful to do so, and I don't really have long A/Ns. I usually keep it to max 2 paragraphs. The thing that makes it long is the review replies. This was my first 'free fic', and I kinda modelled it after what I enjoy in other fics, and I enjoy short little funny conversations before the fic starts. I also enjoy short fics...well... not TOO short, obviously, it kinds sux when you get a fic with just 2 pages of nothing but leave-a-line dialogue, but I like it when the fics I read are nice and short, and stretched over a lotta chapters. And as for the review response, well, I think that if people have taken time out to write you a message then its only nice to write back. And I *do* like it when other people do review responses so I do one as well, tho that sorta thing seems less common in the LoTR fandom.
Das Blume: haha! Never underestimate the power of practie.. Hehe, I sound all zen-like saying that! =D ooooookay, so THAT's what you meant by 'hey! I'm gonna be a daddy!'. Yeah. Why dint *I* think of that?! Naw, Fara and Eowyn (is it even possible to give her a pet name? Eo? Owy? Eyou? Gah! Some names are hopeless!) wont faint dead away. They'd burst out laughing and think it's a splendid joke until they realise its NOT a joke, and THEN they'll faint dead away. *grinz* Elven National Enquirer sounds like a lotta problems? Hell, it sounds like fun to me. *grinz* Maybe someone should start one... like a fic archive, or a monthly newsletter with links to all all the funnest, crappiest, most scandalous fics and with a short write-up. that'll be a blast! (((A Horse and a sheep is diferent from an elf dear))) *fazy tries to stifle her laughter and ends up snorting instead* haha. Yeeeeeesssss, I think we can safely assume that eh? ;) And when I sed 2 more chapters, its abt 2 more (now 1 more) to the birth. Whoever sed it ends WITH the birth? Hehe. I'll have maybe 2 more chapters after that, and that's where a lotta answers will come out (implicitly? Explicitly? Blatantly obviously? Hmmm...) Well, about the salsh, I have a younger bro and 2 younger sis but I don't generally mind incesty stuff. Its just Boro/Fara and Elladan/Elrohir who I cant bear to be slashed up, they're too sweet already! for obvious reasons I cant stomach Legolas/Gimli and anything with Elrond, Gandlaf, Galadrial and other members of the Council of the Elders. (Council of Elders being a family joke referring to anyone from the earlier generation.) For some reason when you say 'Eldond slash' I have this horrible image of thin flaky thigs and cellulite. *shudder* I know, I know, elves don't HAVE cellulite, but still...
Anonymous: haha! Don't worry, I wont let him loose his pride completely. He wont be Legolas if without his pride. There is a solution, albeit a painful one for him. right now I estimate about 3 more chapters to go. The story will continue for a few years after Junior's born, then end tragically. *grinz* I do so love to make poor leggy suffer...
HalandLeg4eva: Yay! Thanks! And yeah, mpreg is a tricky topic. It ken offend people, gross people out or well, just go all pear shaped on the writer. But its *fun* muahahaha. Oh well, I have a thing about Legolas. I like anything done at his expense. And wohoo, I was so glad I could include some Boromir/Faramir (not slashy) in the fic cos I'm a big fan of the Brothers. Hehe. They are the Brothers. Elladan/ Elrohir are the Twins. I love the Brothers and the Twins. =D
Ivory Novelist: Whee! Yay! Haha. Your reviews are infectious: they always get me into a hyper mood! Haha! Faramir & Leggy flaff? Hmmmm.. Don't remember any! Oops! But oh, I love Dear Sweet Angsty Faramir. He's so adorable. *hugs fara plushie* and I have a thing for fara/boro Brotherly Love sans slashyness. Well, a bit of slashyness is fine (so cute!) but not toooooooooooo much. Some sweet, sentimental, touching slash is okay, but the Boro n Fara in homoerotic stuff grosses me out. Like, the last thing I need is to read about them *ahem*... but then again, I love The Brothers, so I hold them Above All That. hehe. Brotherly Love rocks!
Tap dancing widow: No, Faramir certainly isn't. As to who it is, you'll find out (actually, you'll NOT find out in the next chappie, tho by then it should be blindingly obvious who dunnit. *should* be. You wont know for certain until the very end...
Farflung: Whoa, you're not someone to mess with, are you, and Moving On seems to be your speciality! ;D hehe. You're very practical. A really good person to have in case of an Emergency. Hehe. I guess that makes Leg lucky that Eowyn's a bit of a practical person. Gah. I feel so shallow for making her that typical image of femine strength (provide morale support, has emotional intelligence, is someone who will Be There and will Know What To Do) but Eowyn really does strike me as someone who's capable enuf. And YEAH! Sean Bean as Boromir rocks! *sighs dreamily* Honestly, the one in the book was such a pain that I was actually glad he died and got himself conveniently cut out of the picture, but from the very start, SB's Boromir was so... I dunno... tragic? There was something sad about him, something worth looking up to. I loved the movie Boromir. he came across as the most powerful, most passionate and above all, most *human* character. I love his passion. He has great love for his brother and his country and his people. I guess it was the bit where he taught the hobbits swordfighting that did it for me. That was an awfully sweet thing to do. (its oddly paternal the way he's always looking out for Merry & Pippin, the two who in the first movie are total dolts.) I think he'd make a great dad. I just hope I'll have a husband that can get along with my kids like that. And I'm getting on. Unless I get wildly outta control, the baby'll come next chapter.
Titchy Angel of care: hihi! *waves* Wow, you cried?!? *fazy get big- headed.* okay, that's it. I'm printing your review out and keeping it safe, and anytime I think my writing sux I'll just take it out and read it again. Oh, but about the plot, this is an mpreg fic! A male pregnancy fic. Surely you've come across it before? If you haven't, then maybe you can try the one at Bagenders. (bagenders.stormpages.com). They have a Male Pregnancy Ghetto, an entire page dedicated to hosting mpreg stuff. Most of it's funny cos it *is* bagenders after all, but I find the hobbit ones fairly disconcerting. And yeah, the fact that it deals with mpreg is a MAJOR plothole, but hey, where's the fun in fanfic if we cant have stupid ridiculous stuff happening in wildly irrelevant AUs. Hehe. And thanks for dropping by! *hugs TAoc*.
Yume no Kokoro: hehe. Thanks! And Quick Updating Skills are kinda helped along by a bloody stupid timetable which leaves me rotting in school with a 5h break between lessons every Monday. *wince*
________________________________________
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.)
________________________________________
________________________________________
Faramir stepped through the heavily embossed doorway into the lavishness that was his brother's personal living space, and not for the first time, felt a pang of hurt hurriedly smothered at that lasting testimony of his late father's blatant favouritism. Everything his father had was showered upon his brother, his father's pride and joy. But now everything was displaced. His father was dead, killed by his own fit of madness... madness at the thought of Faramir's supposed death... Oh dear. His father really did love him, didn't he? The elder steward just... never showed it. Or perhaps, Farmir had never felt it even thought it was there? But there was no use speculating about that now. His father was dead, his body reduced to ashes, a victim of living cremation. Faramir shuddered. He felt so lost.
//Boromir... if only you were here...\\
He looked around with half-seeing eyes and dimly registered Legolas crouched upon a heavy oak chair by the window. The chair. How often had Faramir sat in it as he watched his brother at work? Boromir had always been interested in History: they did after all consist mainly of battles and great wars of past. And lineage, that too. Boromir was obsessed with lineage. How many times had he just sat there as a child while Boromir sat at his desk and poured through his books?
Faramir sighed. There were so many memories...
"Faramir," Eowyn said, snapping him out of his reverie. "Faramir, stay with Legolas. I'm going to get some things."
"Where are you going? And what things?"
"You know..." she said. "Things. *Things*. Those things," she said as she walked towards the door. "For him. And oh, and can you start a fire?" she said sweetly. "He's freezing."
And with that she was gone.
Faramir shifted in discomfort. He glanced up at Legolas, only to find the Elf watching him. He shuddered. There was something terribly disconcerting about this situation. It was wrong. Terribly wrong.
"Alright then," Faramir sighed and forced some semblance of cheerfulness into his voice. "Let's get the fire started."
But even after he had managed to get the fire burning cheerfully away, Eowyn still had not returned. Where the heck was she anyway? Faramir could not think of a more awkward situation than the one he was now in. Nervously, he stole a quick glance at Legolas, just to find the elf watching him guardedly. He shuddered. Why did Legolas have to *watch* him like that anyway? It was as if the Elf was his examiner and he was being tested, but tested for what he did not know. He only hoped that Eowyn would come back soon. He really, really hoped so. In the meantime, he did the only thing a man could do. He pulled up a chair and waited.
And waited.
And then waited some more.
And waited and waited and waited until he felt about ready to explode. Where *was* she? How could she just abandon him to tend to the elf like this! Being shut up like this with Legolas in that state was nothing less than torture! How could she do this to him!
Shifting restlessly in his chair, he cast a worried glance in Legolas' direction and bit his lip guiltily. He knew he should be more... more what?..... more supportive? Yes, he supposed that was it. He really should be more supportive but for some reason or other, Legolas' condition unnerved him to the core, and try as he might, he just couldn't bring himself to shake off the feeling of *wrongness* that hung heavy in the chamber. All the while, Legolas watched him from the corner of one half- opened eye.
Faramir stood up and strode to the window. Perhaps a change in scenery would do him some good. The mustiness of the place was getting to him, as was the heat. Did the Elf really feel that cold, or was he just imagining the chill? Or perhaps it had something to do with the 'L-word'. Faramir could not bring himself to pronounce it, even in the privacy of his head. The idea of a fellow male in the clutches of labour was too disturbing a thought. He shuddered.
But it was the Elf's pain that distressed him the most: it plagued him with guilt! Here was someone who he had come to think of as... well, not quite as a friend-- Legolas had always been rather quiet and distant-- but as a companion, and it hurt him to see someone he cared about so distraught. And here he was, turning a blind eye... it screamed out against all Faramir had been brought up to believe.
And so when the next contraction left Legolas moaning softly, Faramir approached him cautiously and laid a hand hesitantly on the Elf's shoulder. He felt Legolas' muscles tense up at his touch, and read the bewilderment in the other's face as Legolas' eyes crept up to meet his.
But even if the gesture was unexpected, it certainly was appreciated, and Legolas gripped his hand hard. "There, there," Faramir crooned, reaching for the nearest chair with his free hand and drawing it close. As soon as he had settled in his chair, Faramir cupped Legolas' hand warmly in both of his. Eowyn was right. The Elf was freezing.
"Do you want a blanket?" he asked, concerned, and stood up to fetch one without waiting for a reply, and was surprised when Legolas refused to let go of him. He was even more taken aback by the other's look, by the wide elven eyes silently pleading to not be left alone.
And for the first time, the immensity of it all dawned on Faramir. Legolas was terrified. He was scared out of his wits and floundering out of his depth, and for so long, Faramir had selfishly left him to struggle with this alone. Oh dear...
Suddenly Legolas whimpered. "I feel weird," he said, throwing Faramir into a panic.
"What do you mean?" he replied, trying hard to sound as calm and in control as possible. "What's... Legolas... what's that?" he said, eyeing Legolas suspiciously. "Did you soil yourself?"
"No!"
"But--"
"NO!"
"Then--"
"I DON'T KNOW!" Legolas cried in fright.
"Don't know what?" a voice sensible voice cut through the room as Eowyn strode in hauling a high stool and with a thick length of rope hanging from her shoulders. She caught sight of Legolas and broke into an idiot grin.
"Thank Eru!" she breathed. "For a while there I was really worried that the baby wouldn't have an exit but if your water broke then there *must* be some sort of passage for the baby to be born!"
________________________________________
________________________________________
End of chapter 6.
Thanks for all the reviews! YAY! But as Saint so rightly pointed out, responding to them takes up a hellova lotta space. I'm used to doing review responses and it's kinda common in some other fandoms but this fic seems to get an amazing number of reviews so I don't think this can go on. ;D And incidentally, its more fun to get emails cos then you ken reply as soon as you get it and not have to worry about how bloody long your reply is! Haha! So email me! chopstickssg@yahoo.com My inbox is always open. *grinz* who cares about the little review counter anyway! =D Plus, writing all those responses all at once before posting actually sets me back at least 3 days after the fic's already written, so you'd probably get updates faster if you email me straight *nudge, nudge*
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Response to reviews:
Legolas19: Yay! Thanks!
Anonymous: Hehe. Well, now you can begin to speculate where.. *cheeky grinz* Well, but if you think about it, weird noises from Boromir's room... people will probably put it down to the supernatural... hehe. Well, that was actually an idea for when Leg's alone. Yeah, I was speculating about letting leg alone for awhile but I was kind and let Faramir stay with him. *grinz* And yeah, I've been able to write quicker than expected mainly cos of my godawful time table which leaves me stuck in school with noting to do from 2pm- 7pm every Monday!!!!!! WAAAAAHHHHH!
mel: Really? You think so? *am touched* I actually thought I wasn't able to capture it as well as I would have liked. Need more practice! Haha. *hugs mel*
Harper's Pixie: Hidden obsession? Haha! Whoa... *shudders* But yes, mpreg is SO cool when done properly. *evil cackle* hey, you read any other good mpreg u wanna share? I haven't come across any for a long time. Seems people've stopped writing them or something. Hehe. *flashes innocent grin*
Haldir's Heart and Soul: You like Boromir? hehe. How is it that so many people who like haldir also like Boromir and so many people who have a thing for Boromir also like haldir? Hmmm... I think they're both cool. Well, the ones in the movies that is. The Boromir in the book was a mighty pain in the behind, and I don't even *remember* haldy from the book. He didn't make much of an impression, but I remember I thinking book Boromir was in severe need of therapy.
Saint: Haha. I was actually aiming for this to be a short chapter fic. Don't ask me *why*, I just thought it'd be more fun and less stressful to do so, and I don't really have long A/Ns. I usually keep it to max 2 paragraphs. The thing that makes it long is the review replies. This was my first 'free fic', and I kinda modelled it after what I enjoy in other fics, and I enjoy short little funny conversations before the fic starts. I also enjoy short fics...well... not TOO short, obviously, it kinds sux when you get a fic with just 2 pages of nothing but leave-a-line dialogue, but I like it when the fics I read are nice and short, and stretched over a lotta chapters. And as for the review response, well, I think that if people have taken time out to write you a message then its only nice to write back. And I *do* like it when other people do review responses so I do one as well, tho that sorta thing seems less common in the LoTR fandom.
Das Blume: haha! Never underestimate the power of practie.. Hehe, I sound all zen-like saying that! =D ooooookay, so THAT's what you meant by 'hey! I'm gonna be a daddy!'. Yeah. Why dint *I* think of that?! Naw, Fara and Eowyn (is it even possible to give her a pet name? Eo? Owy? Eyou? Gah! Some names are hopeless!) wont faint dead away. They'd burst out laughing and think it's a splendid joke until they realise its NOT a joke, and THEN they'll faint dead away. *grinz* Elven National Enquirer sounds like a lotta problems? Hell, it sounds like fun to me. *grinz* Maybe someone should start one... like a fic archive, or a monthly newsletter with links to all all the funnest, crappiest, most scandalous fics and with a short write-up. that'll be a blast! (((A Horse and a sheep is diferent from an elf dear))) *fazy tries to stifle her laughter and ends up snorting instead* haha. Yeeeeeesssss, I think we can safely assume that eh? ;) And when I sed 2 more chapters, its abt 2 more (now 1 more) to the birth. Whoever sed it ends WITH the birth? Hehe. I'll have maybe 2 more chapters after that, and that's where a lotta answers will come out (implicitly? Explicitly? Blatantly obviously? Hmmm...) Well, about the salsh, I have a younger bro and 2 younger sis but I don't generally mind incesty stuff. Its just Boro/Fara and Elladan/Elrohir who I cant bear to be slashed up, they're too sweet already! for obvious reasons I cant stomach Legolas/Gimli and anything with Elrond, Gandlaf, Galadrial and other members of the Council of the Elders. (Council of Elders being a family joke referring to anyone from the earlier generation.) For some reason when you say 'Eldond slash' I have this horrible image of thin flaky thigs and cellulite. *shudder* I know, I know, elves don't HAVE cellulite, but still...
Anonymous: haha! Don't worry, I wont let him loose his pride completely. He wont be Legolas if without his pride. There is a solution, albeit a painful one for him. right now I estimate about 3 more chapters to go. The story will continue for a few years after Junior's born, then end tragically. *grinz* I do so love to make poor leggy suffer...
HalandLeg4eva: Yay! Thanks! And yeah, mpreg is a tricky topic. It ken offend people, gross people out or well, just go all pear shaped on the writer. But its *fun* muahahaha. Oh well, I have a thing about Legolas. I like anything done at his expense. And wohoo, I was so glad I could include some Boromir/Faramir (not slashy) in the fic cos I'm a big fan of the Brothers. Hehe. They are the Brothers. Elladan/ Elrohir are the Twins. I love the Brothers and the Twins. =D
Ivory Novelist: Whee! Yay! Haha. Your reviews are infectious: they always get me into a hyper mood! Haha! Faramir & Leggy flaff? Hmmmm.. Don't remember any! Oops! But oh, I love Dear Sweet Angsty Faramir. He's so adorable. *hugs fara plushie* and I have a thing for fara/boro Brotherly Love sans slashyness. Well, a bit of slashyness is fine (so cute!) but not toooooooooooo much. Some sweet, sentimental, touching slash is okay, but the Boro n Fara in homoerotic stuff grosses me out. Like, the last thing I need is to read about them *ahem*... but then again, I love The Brothers, so I hold them Above All That. hehe. Brotherly Love rocks!
Tap dancing widow: No, Faramir certainly isn't. As to who it is, you'll find out (actually, you'll NOT find out in the next chappie, tho by then it should be blindingly obvious who dunnit. *should* be. You wont know for certain until the very end...
Farflung: Whoa, you're not someone to mess with, are you, and Moving On seems to be your speciality! ;D hehe. You're very practical. A really good person to have in case of an Emergency. Hehe. I guess that makes Leg lucky that Eowyn's a bit of a practical person. Gah. I feel so shallow for making her that typical image of femine strength (provide morale support, has emotional intelligence, is someone who will Be There and will Know What To Do) but Eowyn really does strike me as someone who's capable enuf. And YEAH! Sean Bean as Boromir rocks! *sighs dreamily* Honestly, the one in the book was such a pain that I was actually glad he died and got himself conveniently cut out of the picture, but from the very start, SB's Boromir was so... I dunno... tragic? There was something sad about him, something worth looking up to. I loved the movie Boromir. he came across as the most powerful, most passionate and above all, most *human* character. I love his passion. He has great love for his brother and his country and his people. I guess it was the bit where he taught the hobbits swordfighting that did it for me. That was an awfully sweet thing to do. (its oddly paternal the way he's always looking out for Merry & Pippin, the two who in the first movie are total dolts.) I think he'd make a great dad. I just hope I'll have a husband that can get along with my kids like that. And I'm getting on. Unless I get wildly outta control, the baby'll come next chapter.
Titchy Angel of care: hihi! *waves* Wow, you cried?!? *fazy get big- headed.* okay, that's it. I'm printing your review out and keeping it safe, and anytime I think my writing sux I'll just take it out and read it again. Oh, but about the plot, this is an mpreg fic! A male pregnancy fic. Surely you've come across it before? If you haven't, then maybe you can try the one at Bagenders. (bagenders.stormpages.com). They have a Male Pregnancy Ghetto, an entire page dedicated to hosting mpreg stuff. Most of it's funny cos it *is* bagenders after all, but I find the hobbit ones fairly disconcerting. And yeah, the fact that it deals with mpreg is a MAJOR plothole, but hey, where's the fun in fanfic if we cant have stupid ridiculous stuff happening in wildly irrelevant AUs. Hehe. And thanks for dropping by! *hugs TAoc*.
Yume no Kokoro: hehe. Thanks! And Quick Updating Skills are kinda helped along by a bloody stupid timetable which leaves me rotting in school with a 5h break between lessons every Monday. *wince*