Disclaimer: don't own these characters...tell me when I can stop these, please (cuz I really don't think ne one reads them...) Oh yeah, and i don't own either of the songs below...'More Than The Sun (a.k.a. 'More')' belongs to Matthew West and 'More Than Anything' belongs to Hanson. i kinda combined them! Hehe and song at the end of the chapter is 'The Way' by Clay Aiken.

A/N: wow, this is the most reviews I've ever had on a story! Thanks so much! Individual thank you notes below (duh).

fire-vampire: oh, does she? I think I may have read that in the book, but this story pretty much follows the movie ::shrugs:: well, PJ kinda messed up but oh well! I forgive him! here's update

Aliana Archer: lol, sorry...yeah, she does need some therapy! ::shrugs:: she felt hardened towards her mom cuz of what her mom said...and she sees no way around ill feelings towards mom if mom's being so stubborn bout it, so yeah. Lol. Sorry if I'm confusing you!

CrazyCruzet212: lol, yes babies. U'll find out bout leggy in this chap. Oh, and good suggestion, I'll look into it...I haven't really planned the child's personality, but I was actually leaning towards that! Thx, now I know that ppl would like that!

Ladyof Rivendell: lol! Well, he deserves one! and yes, i updated and now i am again! hehe.

Arwennicole: YAYAYAYAYAYAY! I read it; it was great!

Loveroflegolas: possibly? Maybe? You'll see! -

Insane Elven Rock Baby: hehehe, you'll see!

Helen: lol, okay. thx, i'm really glad you like it! yeah, sorry bout Gwyn, hehe...can't give away too much but...well, u'll c!

Lunawolf: yup, she's a gonna have a baby! yeah, the stomach thing was supposed to give it away...for you, ne way....not for leggy! lol bout Aragorn. hehe.

CountessKatook: lol. (oh, yeah: Hi Smeags! hehe) YOU CAN DRAW??? COOOL!!! could you e-mail me a picture of her??? ::puppy dog face:: my email is: (if not, oh well) lol, bye bye leggy, hehe.

Myri78: yes, she's gonna have a baby...hehe

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I love you...
More than the sun;
Than the stars
That I taught how to shine;
You are mine
And you'll shine for me, too
I love you
Yesterday and today
And tomorrow I'll stay
I love you...
More than anything, and everything I do
And I'd give anything and everything I have
Just to be with you
These feelings I hold inside are emotions
I cannot hide
These feelings will not subside
And I'd give anything...anything...

As Gwyn walked into the candlelit room she felt an eerie presence and had a strong feeling that she was not alone. A shadow moved stealthily on the wall; Gwyn's eyes searched the room for a weapon. Finding one upon her dresser, she grabbed it and unsheathed the dagger from its elegant sheath. A tiny scream escaped her lips as a hand was placed over hers that clutched the knife. A tall, handsome figure stood in front of her, and he gently guided the dagger to the side, out of striking range. The figure wrapped his other hand around Gwyn's waist and pulled her in close to him. 'Legolas!' Gwyn cried in relief, and dropped the dagger. 'You're safe!'

'Yes, I am,' Legolas smiled, and leaned down to kiss the beautiful young woman. She gladly let him, for she missed the sweet taste of his tender kiss. When Legolas had finished kissing her, he pulled her closer to him and hugged her for the first time in a month. Gwyn turned a slight shade of pink as he seemed to realize that he could not pull her as close as when he'd left. 'Gwyn!' he exclaimed, pulling away and stepping back to survey her. 'What have you been eating?'

'What do you mean?' Gwyn asked with an air of indignance. 'I've barely been eating anything!'

Legolas looked as though he were trying desperately not to laugh. 'Not by the look or feel of it,' he said.

'Are you calling me fat?' Gwyn demanded, folding her arms.

Legolas' eyes danced with amusement. 'Well...er...you--you are getting a little...er...round,' he finished.

Gwyn laughed. 'Oh, that's not because I've been eating a lot,' she said, smiling mysteriously, but nervously.

'Well, then, what is it?'

She blushed. 'W--well--' she stuttered, 'it's--it's, uh, it's...'

Legolas cocked an eyebrow. 'Yeeeeeeees...?' he pressed, drawing out the word.

Gwyn blushed even deeper. 'It's because, well, I'm, uh...' She stared directly into his eyes. 'Legolas, I'm pregnant.'

Legolas' mouth dropped open and he had to steady himself by grabbing the wall. 'Are--are you serious?' he asked weakly, glancing at her.

Gwyn nodded, then frowned. 'Legolas?' she said, a few tears resting in her eyes. 'Legolas, what's wrong? Are you upset?'

'Why would I be upset?'

'Well--it's just--you don't seem very pleased with my news.'

'Oh, Gwyn,' Legolas sighed, 'it's not that I'm not pleased, it's just that this has come as a bit of a shock. I did not expect this to happen so soon.'

'Are you displeased that it did?'

'No, not at all.'

'Yes, you are,' Gwyn contradicted. 'Don't lie to me!'

'I'm not lying to you,' Legolas told her nervously.

'Yes, you are, now stop it, Legolas!' Gwyn cried, tears splashing onto her dress.

Legolas panicked. Having a woman crying was not a good thing. But he knew that it was partially his fault for telling her to show her emotions. And she was clearly doing that now. Gwyn looked more upset and hurt than he'd ever seen her. 'Gwyn,' he began softly, putting his hand on her cheek, causing her to tense, 'I never said that I didn't want a child, did I?'

'No, you didn't, but--'

'Then I'm not lying to you, am I?' he reasoned gently.

'You said you didn't want a child yet,' Gwyn corrected him harshly. 'You didn't want a child so soon.'

Legolas sighed. 'No,' he said, 'I was not hoping for a child so soon, but--' he was about to say something sarcastic, but Gwyn probably would have smacked him for it, so he instead finished quickly, 'but don't worry.'

Gwyn was silent for a moment. 'Legolas,' she whispered, 'I need to be alone for a minute.'

Legolas nodded, and leaned down to kiss her, but she turned her head. 'No,' she murmured, 'I don't feel like it.' And with that, she pulled from Legolas' touch and started towards the door.

'Wait,' Legolas said suddenly, following her. 'It's me, isn't it?' He wrapped a pleading arm around her waist. 'You're upset with me, aren't you?'

'Yes, I am, Legolas, now let me go,' Gwyn commanded, her voice shaking. 'I need to be alone; why can't you understand that?'

'You'll come back, won't you?' Legolas asked softly.

'Of course I will,' Gwyn said impatiently. 'Let me go...please.'

Legolas capitulated, and released her from his grasp, watching her soundlessly slip out the door...and feeling like he'd lost her forever.

Gwyn ran to the gardens, her hands pressing against her stomach and tears falling from her eyes. She saw Legolas' mother sitting on a stone bench, examining a rose bush, and she quickly wiped her tears from her face and sat down beside her.

'Why, Gwyn, what is the matter?' Minuiel asked tenderly.

'Legolas--Legolas doesn't want a child,' Gwyn answered quietly and two tears defied her wishes and fell softly onto her hands. 'He seemed upset when I told him, but he tried to cover it up.'

'But, my dear, how do you know that he wasn't just hit with anxiety?' said Minuiel.

'Because he told me before he left that he didn't want a child just yet,' Gwyn told her.

'He doesn't want a child just yet,' Minuiel said, stressing those words. 'You still have seven months before you give birth. That might be enough time for Legolas, don't you think?' She smiled encouragingly, but the gesture was not returned. 'Oh, come, dear,' she said, patting Gwyn's hands.' She kissed Gwyn's forehead, stood, and left for her bedchamber, leaving Gwyn to sort out her thoughts.

After five minutes or so, she calmed down enough to return to her room, where she would have to face Legolas. When she opened the door, Legolas jumped up and met her quickly, looking as though he wanted to say something. He leaned in so that their lips were barely touching. 'Gwyn,' he began softly, 'I apologize, I really do. I was not being very understanding.'

Gwyn gave him a look as if to say 'That's an understatement', but Legolas continued despite. 'I love you. You know that, don't you?' He stared deeply and hopefully into her pure blue eyes, waiting for her response. The one she gave, however, was not the one he expected.

'Why?' Gwyn demanded, stepping back from him.

'What?' Legolas said, dumbfounded.

'Why?' she repeated. 'Why do you love me?'

'Valar, Gwyn, that's an odd question,' her husband murmured, stroking his chin.

'Answer me!' Gwyn said firmly.

'Love is hard to explain, Gwyn,' Legolas said after a moment. 'It's just this feeling that I have and I know in my heart and mind that I love you.'

Gwyn folded her arms. 'You're going to have to do better than that, Legolas Greenleaf,' she told him, 'or I'll--I'll...' she trailed off, unsure of what to threaten him with. She knew in her heart, though, that any threat she made, she would not and could not carry through.

While she was fumbling for the right threat, Legolas approached her, and he unfolded her arms, holding them gently by her sides. He took another step closer to her. 'Or you'll what?' he asked, his unusually soft voice now deep and husky.

Gwyn felt her knees weaken and her stomach lurch as he spoke. 'I'll--' she said again, struggling to sound firm.

He cocked an eyebrow at her, which only succeeded in weakening her knees more.

After a second or two more of struggling, Gwyn regained control of herself. 'I,' she began, acting oblivious to Legolas' touch, 'will never kiss you again or allow you to kiss me--ever again. You have thirty seconds.'

Legolas' eyes widened and he hastened to answer her, much to Gwyn's amusement. But unfortunately for him, he couldn't say exactly why he loved her; he just knew that he did. Now, he might have been able to say had Gwyn given him a more reasonable amount of time, but the limit she had set was outrageous. He looked at her helplessly; much like a wounded animal would look at a human passerby, begging through its eyes for help.

'Fine,' Gwyn muttered, 'take as long as you need'; for she seemed to realize that she had presented him with the most difficult question one lover could ever ask of the other.

Legolas released Gwyn's wrists and sat back on the edge of the bed, looking so utterly addled that Gwyn felt a small pang of pity for him. She grinned inwardly, though, and sat beside him, leaning into him so that she was nearly pushing him onto his back, her lips not far from his. 'You know,' she murmured, 'you really are adorable when you're confused.'

Legolas gave her a half-grin (which only, in Gwyn's mind, made him look even more adorable). 'Well,' he said, 'am I adorable enough to kiss?'

Gwyn smiled sweetly at him, wrapping her arms around his neck; and he wrapped his around her waist. Paying no heed to her threat, Legolas leaned in to kiss her, reasoning that she had meant for him to do so, also judging by her current position. She had actually meant for him to do so, but she wasn't planning on letting him actually kiss her. She removed an arm from around his neck and placed two fingertips on his lips. 'You still haven't answered my question,' she murmured sweetly, and began to stoke his cheek lightly.

'Oh, Gwyn,' Legolas whined, 'don't be cruel...let me kiss you...just once.'

But Gwyn shook her head. 'Not until you've answered me,' she told him firmly.

'But it would help me think,' he protested, trying to sound pleading, but his eyes betrayed the slyness.

Gwyn suddenly felt exasperated with him. 'If it's so hard for you,' she said, 'then why don't I rephrase it: what is it about me that makes you love me?'

Legolas thought a moment. 'The kiss would still help,' he said mischievously.

Gwyn sighed in frustration. 'Fine,' she grumbled.

The second the word of permission was out of Gwyn's mouth, Legolas had his lips on hers, making the most of his opportunity. He dared not break the kiss for even a second for fear that Gwyn would not allow him another. He leaned into her, causing her back to be pressed against the bed. Gwyn really only had the intention of granting him a short, soft kiss, but she couldn't say she minded this one. She kissed Legolas back enthusiastically, much to his relief. Gently and caressingly, he ran his fingers through her soft, curly hair, hypnotizing her. It was only the second time in a month that they had kissed, but not wanting to suffocate his wife, Legolas came up, and he supported himself with an elbow on either side of her.

'Oh, Gwyn,' he started in a sudden effusion of emotions, 'I love everything about you: the way your lips feel against mine, your smile, your voice, the way you speak my name, the way you move, your stubbornness, your temper, the way your hair glistens red in the sun, your touch, the way you make me laugh, the way you laugh, the way you make me feel when I'm around you...kissing you.'

Gwyn stared at him with tears forming in her eyes as he continued. 'I love you more than the sun, the stars, the moonlight, more than warmth. I love you more than anything else on this earth.'

'Do you, really?' Gwyn asked lightly.

'Of course I do,' Legolas whispered. 'What makes you doubt me?'

Gwyn averted her gaze and adopted a sarcastic face as she looked back at her husband. 'Well,' she drawled, 'it could be your reaction when I told you I was pregnant.' She threw him a lazy look.

Legolas sighed in frustration as she continued, but seriously this time.

'If you do not love me, how can I trust that you will love out child?'

Legolas felt his heart break as pain flooded his wife's tender blue eyes. At that moment, he hated himself for causing her that pain and whished he'd never expressed his feelings about having a child so soon. 'Gwyn...' he began, but she cut him off suddenly and unexpectedly.

'Not tonight, Legolas; I'm sick of this. I even feel sick...like I'm going to throw up.' She sat up, causing him to as well. She did, indeed, feel ill, but somehow felt that it did not come from being disgusted with Legolas. 'I need some time alone.' She got up and walked towards the bedroom door.

As if coming out of a trance, Legolas realized what was happening. 'Wait,' he said for the second time that night, getting up as well. 'You've already left once tonight; please don't go again...'

Pain filled Gwyn's lower stomach, and her heart filled with fear. Something was not right. 'I must go,' she said quickly, and without waiting for him to respond, she yanked the door open and ran (as well as she could with the pain) to the Healing Quarters, where she quickly found an Elven Healer.

'M'lady, is something wrong?' the Healer, Phedra, asked concernedly.

'Yes,' Gwyn choked out, 'something is very wrong.'

Meanwhile, Legolas was in shock. Gwyn had gone so suddenly and without an explanation. He'd meant to follow her, but his body would not move...he suspected his abeyance was partly out of respect for Gwyn and partly out of shock. As if some other force were controlling him, he walked back to their bed and fell back on it to wait for his wife to return.

An hour later...

The door to the bedroom slowly opened and Legolas sat up.

'Legolas?' His mother's voice came drifting into the room. 'May I come in?'

'Yes, Mother, of course,' Legolas answered, tensing slightly at his mother's plaintive tone.

As she entered, he saw a definite sadness in her face. 'Naneth (Mother), what is wrong?' He frowned.

Minuiel sighed and sat beside her son, smoothing the covers unnecessarily.

'Naneth?' Legolas pressed.

'Gwyn is standing outside the door,' she said gently. 'She will be entering as soon as I leave. Be soft with her, please.' Minuiel's long blonde hair fell in her blue eyes and she brushed it away gracefully. 'She has just been through something very difficult--both emotionally and physically.'

'What happened?' Legolas questioned sharply.

His mother gave him a long, hard look before saying, 'I will let Gwyn tell you.' With that, she stood and left the room silently.

It was a few moments before Gwyn entered, looking very shaken (and slightly attenuated, as Legolas noticed). He detected tears in her eyes, and he jumped up immediately. 'Gwyn, what happened?' he asked fearfully. 'Mother said that something--'

Gwyn cut him off angrily. 'Well, you got what you wanted,' she snapped bitterly. 'I'm not going to have a child anymore. Congratulations.'

'What?' Legolas exclaimed. 'Why?'

Gwyn gave a sharp, bitter laugh that sounded very much like a sob. She wanted his comfort, but her pride would not allow such things. 'I--' she faltered, and felt herself yearning to be in his arms. 'Legolas, I--' A few tears ran down her cheeks.

Legolas suddenly remembered what his mother had said, and he approached her cautiously. She seemed to raise no objections, so he wrapped his arms around her. That did if. Gwyn broke into almost uncontrollable sobs against Legolas' shoulder.

'What is it, meleth-nin (my love)?' he whispered. 'What happened?' He caressed her hair gently.

'Oh, Legolas!' Gwyn sobbed. 'It--it--it was--it was a miscarriage!' She choked on the words.

As the horrible news hit him, Legolas realized how much joy it would have brought them to be parents...but as life goes: 'You don't know what you have until it's gone'.

'Oh, Gwyn, I'm so sorry,' he murmured. 'I'm so sorry. It must have been a beautiful experience: holding a life inside of you.'

Gwyn nodded, her sobs dying down, and she pressed her hands against her stomach. Legolas placed one of his hands on hers and felt her shaking.

'I'm sorry,' he said again. 'We will have another...soon.'

Gwyn looked up at him, her face streaked with salty tears. 'Really?' she asked softly, a faint light of hope shining distantly in her eyes.

'Really,' Legolas confirmed, noticing the change; he smiled, happy to have been able to light that hope.

Gwyn's eyes lit up as bright as the tower of Ecthelion glistening in the late morning sun. 'Thank you,' she whispered.

'You're welcome,' said Legolas, and he captured her lips in a deep loving kiss that eased her pain and sorrow.

'I love you,' Legolas whispered moments after they broke apart.

'I know,' Gwyn said softly. 'I should never have doubted you. I'm sorry, Legolas.'

'There is nothing to be sorry about,' he responded. 'Just as long as you know now.' She nodded, and he smiled and kissed her passionately once more.

Something about the way you look tonight,
Something about the way that I can't take my eyes off you.
Something about the way your lips invite. Maybe it's the way
That I get nervous when you're around, and I want you to be mine.
And if you need a reason why.
It's in the way that you move me,
And the way that you tease me,
The way that I want you tonight.
It's in the way that you hold me
And the way that you know me
When I can't find the right words to say.
You feel it in the way. Ohh... you feel it in the way...
Something about how you stay on my mind,
Something about the way that I whisper your name when I'm asleep
Ohh girl... Maybe it's the look you get in your eyes, ohh baby it's the
Way that makes me feel to see you smile... And the reasons they may
Change, but what I'm feeling stays the same.
It's in the way that you move me,
And the way that you tease me,
The way that I want you tonight.
It's in the way that you hold me
And the way that you know me
When I can't find the right words to say.
You feel it in the way... Ohh... You feel it in the way...
I can't put my fingers on just what it is that makes me love you
You baby... so don't ask me to describe, I get all choked up inside...
Just thinkin bout the way....
It's in the way that you move me and the way that you tease me
The way that I want you tonight... It's in the way that you hold me
And the way that you know me
When I can't find the right words to say.
It's in the way that you move me and the way that you tease me ... the way...
Feel it in the way... Something about the way you look tonight...
Nothing more to say than I feel it in the way...