Disclaimer: yeah, hi. Don't own....::sigh::

A/N: Thanks toooo.......

Aliana Archer: lol, yes, I believe Gwyn is out of her mind.

Jennifer Bloom: lol. Truthfully, I don't even know what she was thinking and I created her. Hehe

Arwennicole: ::comprehension dawns on face:: oh yeah.....my bad! Thx. New chap was GREAT, btw!

sunni07: lolz. I do that a lot.

Piper xox Leo: lol, it was funny; I was on the phone with my friend as I was writing and I kept saying...man Gwyn is stupid...bad Gwyn! Lolz and my friend was like...uh, you created her, misty (misty's one of my sobriquets) lol, well, she's a stubborn little thing, ain't she?

lexi22: (::evil grin:: I know I'm evil) lol, good scenario, but I already had written it. Thx ne way!

Countess Katook: lol, funny Gwyn. I know...I wish I could have a guy like Legolas... ::cries:: oh, and THANK YOU SO MUCH for agreeing to send me a pic of Gwyn! ::squeals:: I don't mind the wait

loveroflegolas: ok, lol

CrazyCruzet212: she went and did that cuz she's stupid, hehe.

Myri78: yes. I am crazy. Don't worry, I'm not that cruel, tho.

Insane Elven Rock Baby: oh yeah, Legolas flips! Well, sorta. I dunno. Lol.

Saera: oh, couldn't you find it? Just paste this in a text/notepad doc (.txt) or a word doc (.doc) (if you have a PC, dunno what Mac is): . that's my bio and this story should be the first one on the list for a while.

Mizz Vampire Feuer: wow, I didn't make any mistakes??? YAY! I try really hard!

Ladyof Rivendell: lol, I'm not that evil...

Lunawolf: lol, very stupid Gwyn, I agree...hehe she's daft and you'll have to read the chap to find out what happens! Hehe! Enjoy!

Five days later: May 2nd...

The journey was short and fairly easy but for a few stomach pains that made Gwyn uneasy and half regret her decision. But she kept going until she reached the beautiful City of Gondor, and was greeted in the front hall by a young-looking guard. 'Pardon, m'lady,' he said upon seeing her, 'but I shall need to know your name and your business in the castle.' There was an almost apologetic look on his face, as if he thought it improper to ask a lady of her business. Gwyn was not offended, however.

'I am Lady Gwyn Undómiel,' she answered, giving her maiden name. She removed her hood. 'I am here to see my father, King Elessar.'

Since Gwyn's allegiance to Gondor was not openly declared, nor her status as a member of the Gondorian royal family, not many knew that she was, by birth, a princess of Gondor.

The guard's eyes widened slightly upon hearing of her heritage, and he made a hasty bow. 'He is in his study, m'lady,' he said. 'Shall I take you to him?'

'Yes,' Gwyn answered, her stomach performing a particularly large lurch. 'That would be lovely of you.'

The young guard blushed and mumbled, 'This way, m'lady.' He gestured to a hallway on the right.

Gwyn's stomach churned as they passed through different corridors to get to her father's study. One logical reason was her pregnancy, but somehow she knew it was not this. She was nervous about seeing her father and she knew it. When they arrived at the door, the guard reached out to open it for her, but Gwyn stopped him. 'Would you be so kind as to find Queen Evenstar and tell her to come to her husband's study?' she asked gently.

The guard nodded. 'Of course, m'lady.'

'But you are not to let her know who sent you. Or even that I am here,' she added, and the guard responded, 'Of course, m'lady,' as before, and Gwyn allowed him to open the door for her before setting off to find Arwen. Her breath caught when she saw her father sitting at his desk, his face tired and stressed as he looked up. As he saw who stood in the doorway, he jumped out of his seat and exclaimed, 'Gwyn! What are you doing here?'

Gwyn said nothing, but quickly strode over to him, tears in her eyes, and embraced him tightly. Aragorn drew in his breath sharply as he returned her hug. After nearly two minutes, Gwyn drew a deep, tremulous breath as they broke apart. 'Forgive me?' Aragorn asked softly.

Gwyn nodded slowly. 'Do you forgive me?'

Aragorn nodded, and they smiled at each other. 'Take off your cloak,' he ordered suddenly. Blushing, Gwyn obeyed. 'You—you're...' Aragorn stuttered as her large stomach was exposed.

'With child,' Gwyn finished for him.

'How long?'

'Nine months.'

'Surely Legolas would not have let you travel alone like this,' Aragorn said suspiciously. 'Tell me; does he know of your journey?'

Gwyn looked guilty, and she took a moment before answering. 'Well—h-he knew that I wanted to come,' she said evasively.

'Gwyn, what aren't you telling me?'

She saw no way out of this corner. Sighing, she mumbled, 'I told Legolas that I wanted to come here, but he forbade me to because of...my current state...and we—we had an argument. But in short, I suppose, I came here without Legolas' permission.'

'Oh, Gwyn,' Aragorn sighed, while Gwyn looked at the ground. 'Why?'

'I could not bear the separation between us; is that so wrong?'

'And you wonder why I have trouble trusting you,' Aragorn muttered, failing to see the depth of her words.

'Would you rather that I hadn't come?' Gwyn snapped.

'Yes!' Aragorn replied. 'I do not want you putting yourself and your child in danger just to see me!'

'Fine,' Gwyn said shortly, snatching up her cloak. 'I'll just return to Eryn Lasgalen!' She turned to leave, but Aragorn grabbed her arm.

'Would you risk that journey again?!' he asked disbelievingly.

'Well, if you don't want me here, then why should I stay?'

'It's not that I don't want you here, Gwyn,' Aragorn said calmly, 'I just wish that you hadn't put yourself and your child in danger to come.' He looked at her earnestly.

At that moment, the door opened, and Arwen walked in. 'Gwyn!' she exclaimed, and her eyes shot to her daughter's stomach.

Gwyn pulled her arm free of her father's grasp and embraced Arwen. 'Congratulations,' Arwen whispered.

'Thank you,' Gwyn returned with a big smile.

As they broke away, Arwen noticed something. 'But Gwyn,' she said, confused, 'where is Legolas?'

'He—he stayed in Eryn Lasgalen,' she answered, avoiding eye contact, instead throwing a meaningful glance in her father's direction.

Arwen frowned. 'He permitted you to travel such a distance when he knew you were with child?'

'Actually,' Aragorn cut in before Gwyn could respond, 'we were just discussing that.' He looked sternly at his daughter. 'Gwyn left Eryn Lasgalen without Legolas' permission,' he told his wife.

'I'm sorry, alright?' Gwyn nearly shouted. 'I came all this way just to see you both and I thought you would appreciate it!' She once again attempted to leave.

This time it was her mother who stopped her. 'Gwyn,' she said in a reasoning tone, 'we do appreciate it, we are just concerned about you.'

Gwyn opened her mouth to respond, but that was as far as she got. Instead of replying, she let out a tiny scream, her hands pressing on her stomach.

Arwen immediately grabbed her daughter's shoulders. 'Gwyn, what's wrong?'

Gwyn struggled to speak. 'Mother, Father,' she said, 'have someone send for Legolas...please!'

Arwen gasped lightly. 'Aragorn,' she said quickly, 'take Gwyn to the nearest room. I will send a messenger to Eryn Lasgalen and bring a Healer to help.'

Aragorn nodded and gently took hold of his daughter. He supported her and led her down the corridor as Arwen set off. Sweat began to shine on Gwyn's forehead, even though it was a short distance from her father's study to the closest room. 'I can walk by myself, you know,' she mumbled.

Aragorn raised his eyebrows at her.

'But maybe it's better if you help me,' she added, wincing as she felt another wave of pain pass over her stomach. Aragorn nodded in agreement, and they entered into a side room. He helped her lay down and lifted her hair off of her neck and put it up on her pillow. He stroked her sweaty head as her harsh breathing continued. 'Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien. Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar-metta...' he sang softly. Gwyn's breathing slowed down and she closed her eyes. Aragorn smiled as he remembered the first time he had sung that song to her. It had been so many years ago...

Flashback...

'Father, sing me a pretty lullaby,' a five-year-old Gwyn mumbled sleepily. They had just returned from a long day of horseback riding. Gwyn had begged her father to carry her back to her bed.

Aragorn thought hard. He didn't know any lullabies. Finally, he decided on a song that his ancestor had sung upon reaching the shores of Middle-Earth. The translation was not fitting, but the words sounded pretty. 'Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien. Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar-metta...' he sang softly.

'Sing it again, Father,' Gwyn mumbled more sleepily than before. 'It's pretty.'

Aragorn smiled gently and sang again to her. When he finished, she was sound asleep. He laid her in her bed and kissed her forehead softly. 'Quel kaima, iell-nin. Amin mela lle (Sleep well, my daughter. I love you.)'

End of flashback...

'Daddy?' Gwyn mumbled, slipping her hand in his.

Aragorn started; Gwyn had not called him 'Daddy' since she was four.

'Would you sing my pretty lullaby again? I know you just did, but it's so pretty.'

Though perplexed at her behavior, Aragorn sang softly to her again. Fifteen minutes passed, then, neither saying a word.

Suddenly, the door swung open. 'Legolas!' Gwyn cried as soon as he appeared in the doorway. In the beat of a heart, he was by her side. 'Legolas, I'm so sorry,' Gwyn said, her voice rather breathy. 'I should have listened to you; you were right, it was foolish. 'I'm so sorry, please forgive me.' Her vivid blue eyes were filled with tears.

Legolas leaned over her, gently caressing her damp hair. 'Hush, love,' he whispered. 'Calm down. Ú-moe edaved (There is nothing to forgive).'

Gwyn calmed at his words and he allowed his lips to brush softly against hers. 'Relax, darling,' he breathed.

She nodded and closed her eyes once more, breathing heavily and deeply. Legolas smiled at her softly. 'That's it,' he murmured before glancing up at Aragorn, his face and eyes holding deep concern. 'How long has she been in pain?' he asked, still stroking Gwyn's head.

'A little over fifteen minutes,' Aragorn answered.

At that moment, Arwen, a Healer, and a few handmaidens came through the bedroom doors. 'Alright, you two,' she said to Aragorn and Legolas, 'out.'

'No,' Gwyn said at once. 'Legolas, stay...please.' She gripped his hand tightly.

Legolas glanced quickly at Arwen, but she shook her head apologetically. He turned back to Gwyn and shook his head. 'I cannot,' he whispered. 'I will be back when the child is born, I promise.'

A tiny tear slid from the corner of Gwyn's eye. Legolas looked down at her almost in pity. 'I'm sorry.' He leaned down again and kissed her softly while gently prying her fingers from his hand. When he was free, he straightened and ran his fingers through her hair one last time before joining Aragorn, following him from the room, closing the door behind him.

'How did he arrive here so quickly?' Gwyn asked, tearing her longing eyes from the shut door and glancing up at her mother. 'It is a five day journey from Eryn Lasgalen to Gondor.'

Arwen shushed her. 'You can ask Legolas that later,' she said gently. 'There are more important issues now. How are you feeling?'

'Fine,' Gwyn answered. 'It just hurts.' She let out a pain-filled cry, then added, 'A lot.'

'It will all be over soon,' said Arwen soothingly, but she was far from right.

Gwyn went through five hours of intense labor, and finally, near midnight, a beautiful baby boy was born. The small child had Aragorn's dark hair and Gwyn's blue blue eyes. As the exhausted Gwyn held her new son in her arms, her family gathered around the bed, all beaming. Legolas knelt on one knee beside her bed, very close to her and the child.

'What will you call him?' Aragorn asked.

Gwyn turned to her husband. 'Legolas?' But he simply nodded to her. Gwyn thought for a moment before... 'He shall be called Estel,' she said softly, looking straight at Aragorn, 'after his grandfather, the King of Gondor; for he resembles him greatly.' But unbeknownst to any of them, that was not her sole reason.

'Gwyn...' Aragorn began softly. 'You don't have to—'

'His name is Estel,' Gwyn repeated firmly, and Aragorn fell silent.

Suddenly, she felt quite dizzy, and realized for the first time how tired she was. But she could not rest until... 'Legolas, could you bring the crib over here?' she asked, and her parents took that as a sign that Gwyn wanted rest, and once Estel was settled in the little wooden crib that the Healer had brought, they each gave her a hug and a 'Congratulations' before leaving the room.

Gwyn leaned over the crib and kissed her baby's cheek. 'Sweet dreams, my little Estel,' she whispered, lay back down and finally, she asked her husband the question she had asked her mother five hours ago. 'How did you arrive here so quickly?' she said curiously.

Legolas looked at her quickly. 'The instant I read your note, I followed you,' he answered shortly.

Gwyn looked confused. 'But the note said—'

'I know what the note said.' Legolas cut her off a little harshly, causing a wounded look to appear on her face. 'But you should have known that I would see though it.'

'You know me too well,' Gwyn mumbled as Legolas sat down on the bed beside her recumbent figure.

'And it's a good thing, isn't it?' he snapped.

Gwyn sat up. 'Legolas...' she began softly and uncertainly, putting a hand on his arm.

'Go to sleep, Gwyn,' he cut in again. 'We will talk tomorrow.'

'But—'

'We will talk tomorrow,' Legolas repeated, his voice stern.

Gwyn bit her lip as she lay down and closed her eyes. After a few moments, she felt Legolas lie down as well. A full ten minutes passed before Gwyn could not take it anymore. She sat up abruptly, then fell weakly back onto her elbows. 'Legolas, I can't sleep!' she burst out. 'I can't sleep until we've talked.'

Legolas remained silent for a while, then suddenly flipped over to face her, making her jump in surprise.

Though it was dark, Gwyn could see his bright blue eyes...and she did not like what she saw in them: anger, disappointment...and hurt. 'What would you like to talk about, hmm?' he asked in a voice of determined evenness.

'I...j-just—I just, um, I just—Can we talk by the window?' Gwyn was overheating from her nervousness.

'Beyest lin (according to your wish),' Legolas muttered, and helped her off of the bed. She quickly checked on Estel (who had fallen fast asleep) before being supported over to the window. Legolas quietly opened it and Gwyn sat on the ledge, still supported by her husband's strong hands. 'You may yell at me if you like,' she whispered softly.

Legolas gave a soft, bitter laugh. 'If Estel were not here, I probably would yell at you,' he said.

Gwyn sighed. 'Then perhaps we should wait until tomorrow,' she said. 'That way we may be alone and you will not have to hold back.' Her voice was still soft, and a melancholy tone clung to it.

Legolas eyed her. His features softened a bit at the look on her face. 'You would like me to yell at you, then?' he asked gently.

'I would like you to do whatever you please, my lord,' Gwyn replied. 'But I would also like to know why you told me there was nothing to forgive earlier, but now you appear to see a great deal to forgive.'

'Was I to say otherwise and worry you while you were in childbirth?' Legolas demanded.

'I would rather that than a lie,' Gwyn retorted. She sighed. 'I am sorry,' she muttered. 'I have no right to be angry with you.'

'Do you know all there is to forgive?' Legolas asked after looking at her thoughtfully for a moment.

Gwyn slowly shook her head.

'Let's start from the beginning, then, shall we?' Legolas said, something like sarcasm seeping into his tone. 'Firstly, you deceived me; secondly, you lied to me; and thirdly, you broke my trust.'

Upon hearing her last offense, Gwyn cast her eyes down. 'Legolas, I'm so sorry,' she whispered; a tear, glistening in the moonlight, rolled down her cheek, and she looked so truly sorry that Legolas did not press on scolding her for her temerity. 'I know,' he said gently, and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her lightly and supportively. 'I forgive you, but even so, my trust will not instantly heal.'

Gwyn nodded in understanding, a few more scintillating tears rolling swiftly down her soft cheeks that were paled from exhaustion. 'What about your love?' she asked quietly.

'It has never wavered.' Legolas smiled reassuringly at her, and she smiled shyly back at him. She stood and fell deep into his arms, and Legolas tilted her chin up and kissed her even more deeply.

Okay, ther y'all go! It's 10:14 p.m. now and I gotta go to bed (after ice cream, of course) hehe. Review please!