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Elardion stood in the room gently rocking his niece and singing a sweet, soft lullaby. He himself had written it for Legolas when he had been an Elfling. It only took a minor adaptation for the present company.

Hush little Laireloth

Rest your head

Gonna keep you safe

Warm in bed

Sleep now baby

Get lots of rest

Trust your Uncle

He knows best.

Arwen entered the chamber just in time to see Elardion gently placing Laireloth back into her crib. Turning the Prince noticed her and motioned for her to move further inside the room.

"Please be quiet. I offered to let Legolas and Aragorn have a rest and look after the twins. Laireloth has been amazingly grizzly."

"You will make a wonderful father one day." Arwen told him, peering into the cribs she saw the two children sleeping happily. She gently picked up Estalado and kissed his cheek.

"I need to find a wife first, Arwen. Not many want a Prince who will never be King; on top of that I am not a warrior but a healer."

"Elardion, I speak as a woman here; many would love you. You are noble, kind and handsome, if I may say so." Arwen blushed as Elardion looked at her with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

"You may, my Lady. May I ask what has suddenly brought about this bout of flattery?"

"It was nothing, Elardion, I just feel that you are the brother most worthy of my attention and I would freely give it."

Elardion leant in closer to Arwen and gently brushed his lips with hers. They stood there for a few minutes. "I think we should go downstairs. It is not right for us to be alone like this and Legolas will only start to worry if he does not see them soon." His voice held the regret he was feeling.

Arwen reluctantly agreed and they each took a twin and made their way downstairs. In the large family room was the entire Fellowship along with the Royal families of Eryn Lasgalen, Gondor and the Rivendell Lords.

Handing the twins to their parents, Legolas fed them and then felt Laireloth's forehead. "I think she is feeling cooler."

"That is certainly good news." Elrond announced taking Laireloth from her mother.

Legolas leant back into Aragorn's embrace; they were stretched out on a couch with Legolas resting against his husband.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are, Melleth?" Aragorn asked kissing Legolas' cheeks and then his lips.

"Yes, you have, but I still do not believe it. I look like an Olliphaunt." Legolas replied, returning the kiss with passion. The others present looked away, trying to give them some privacy.

Lomion looked up at the word Olliphaunt and left the room, garnering some curious looks. The room soon descended into quiet chatter and laughter. Life was good. Legolas quietly observed his brother and Arwen deep in conversation, sitting closer together on the chairs than they really needed to be. He smiled hoping that Elardion may finally have found his happiness.

Lomion re-entered the room and tried to get everyone's attention. He failed abysmally. In the end Aragorn had had enough of laughing at his brother in laws attempts at clearing his throat and waving his arms awkwardly. Raising his hand Aragorn asked for silence.

"Legolas, I brought you something from home. I found it in your room a few weeks before we left. I looked in to see what you had taken from your room following your honeymoon. I wondered why you did not take them. I had forgotten about them until just now when you said that you looked like an Olliphaunt." He handed Legolas a cloth bag. Legolas looked puzzled until he looked inside and then turned bright red.

Lomion laughed and sat down on the floor next to his youngest brother. "I thought you could give them to your children."

Legolas withdrew two items from the bag. One was a small faded pink and white bear. Its fur was slightly ragged and a few hairs as well as an eye were missing here and there. The second was a miniature version of a Mumakil, it even had white tusks. Legolas smiled fondly at them.

Pippin looked at them and asked. "What is so amazing about them?" Both Sam and Merry gave the Hobbit a jab in the ribs for being so rude.

"They were extremely comforting and special to me when I was an Elfling, Pippin. Arwen made them for me, although nom one told me that at the time. I thought they were magic."

Leaning over the arm of the chair to the one beside him he placed the pink bear into Laireloth's arm. "Laireloth, this is Pinkie, please look after her and love her as I did." He did the same to his son. "Estalado, this is Elly; she was special to me, let her be special to you."

Thranduil smiled at his son's gentle words and actions. "But who gets the last toy, Ion-nin?"

Legolas reached into the bag once more and produced a teddy bear. He was missing a lot more fur than his friends and one ear was extremely tattered, more so than the rest of him. "Growly." Legolas fondly said stroking the bears head. "No one, Ada, he is too special to give away, I will keep him."

They all laughed and the Fellowship could see just how attached to the bear Legolas was.

Legolas leant back into his husbands arms once more and Aragorn wrapped his arms securely around him, the pair lay happily. Every one began to talk. Hearing Legolas' breathing even out as he drifted off into an exhausted sleep, Aragorn turned to his father.

"Ada, Legolas refuses to eat a good meal, he will pick at food and eat just a little. I am getting worried, but he says he is not hungry."

Elrond looked at Legolas for a moment before turning to Aragorn. "He is probably just tired, he has a lot to adjust you, do not make as fuss over it, it may just make a slight problem worse."

"Very well, I will be patient." Aragorn embraced Legolas closer and smiled as he felt the Elf respond by snuggling further back into his arms. The Nolvo began to laugh. Soon he was joined by his entire family and those who had known Legolas as an Elfling.

Aragorn looked down and could not stop the large grin from forming. Legolas had, in his sleep, brought the bear up to his face and totally on instinct, slipped one of Growly's ears into his mouth. "Sometimes it is easy to forget just how young he is." Was Aragorn's wry observation.

Frodo was shocked at this comment. "What do you mean? I thought he was nearly three thousand years old."

"He is, but for an Elf that is young. He only passed his majority a short while ago." Alcarnor explained whilst spreading a blanket over his brother.

"He never had an easy childhood, did he?" Elladan asked. Arwen smiled and looked lovingly at Legolas.

Gimli looked at the family. "Tell us about him, I do not know why, but I would like to learn about Legolas as a child."

Thranduil looked at the Dwarf with a large smile. He was ready to be polite to anyone who loved Legolas as he did. "When he was little he was very sweet. He was so small, very small which is unusual for an Elf. He was everybody's favourite Elfling in Mirkwood. He was spoilt rotten, anything he wanted he got; but he never became conceited or anything like that."

Elardion took over the story telling. "He loved fairy stories but after Nan died he would only listen to stories about Growly the Knight and little Las. He was given Growly a few days after our Mother's death and he became attached very quickly and was always chewing the bear's ear."

Quiet laughter filled the room as they took in the sight of Legolas doing just that.

Lomion jumped in. "He would always be trying to find out what every one else was doing. If I was at the stables then that was where he was. He just loved being around people. He loved every one."

Nolvo nodded. "Do you remember Telmenelion? He was the first horse that Legolas ever had. He looked after him from the day he was born and they loved each other until the day Telmenelion died. Legolas was so sad. He loved animals and had many pets throughout the years. He even reared rabbits inside the palace. It was great until they escaped! Then there was the injured squirrel" Do you remember?"

Alcarnor laughed at the memory. "It certainly was never boring with Legolas around."

Elladan took up the baton. "His brother's were addicted to him. They had all sorts of sweet names for him. Little Leaf, Greenleaf. But my personal favourite was Leafie."

Elrohir nodded and continued for his brother. "He used to be given begetting day presents months early and then was given more on the actual day."

By this point every one was laughing at the impression they were being given. A quiet voice broke through the noise. "Do you not know that it is rude to talk about someone behind their back?" They all turned to Legolas; the voice was muffled due to the fact that he still had Growly's ear in his mouth.

Laughing Thranduil remarked. "Well, little One, if you did not fall asleep at the most inopportune times we would not have to resort to doing so."

Legolas scowled at his father but did not get the chance to reply as a servant entered the chamber to announce that the evening meal was ready.

Legolas carefully stood accepting Aragorn's offered arm. Both Grandfathers' took charge of the babies. Elardion escorted Arwen, which did not go unnoticed by the others.

Once they arrived at the dining chamber Legolas and Aragorn were seated and served, the rest were then dealt with.

Legolas looked at what had been served to him. It was mostly vegetables with a small amount of meat. He felt hungry and truly wanted to eat his meal. He decided to eat just a few mouthfuls, but those turned into the entire plate and was then followed by a large desert. Aragorn looked immensely pleased about this. It had been a while since Legolas had eaten so much.

Aragorn smiled once again as Legolas excused himself from the table. "Good night, every one, I think it is time for the children and me to retire for the night." Legolas kissed his father and then his husband before leaving the hall.

Aragorn watched him go with a smile, perhaps his Ada had been right, and their troubles looked to be coming to an end. Legolas had eaten a huge meal considering what he normally ate. Legolas had looked happy and Aragorn felt it.

Aragorn was speaking with Thranduil about the guards training plans when he noticed that Legolas had left Growly in his seat. Picking up the toy he excused himself and left to follow Legolas' trail to their bedroom.

Arriving outside the door he pushed it open and saw the twins settled and asleep in their beautifully engraved wooden cribs. He looked to see if Legolas was asleep yet, but heard the sound of someone retching in the bath chamber.

He knocked on the door and quietly called. "Legolas, are you well my love?"

The only answer was a muffled. "Yes." Attempting to open the door he halted when Legolas called. "Wait." Aragorn could have sworn he heard the sound of running water, but before he said anything Legolas called for him to go in.

He did so and found Legolas sitting on the floor looking extremely peaky. "Are you well?"

Legolas simply mumbled something inaudibly and nodded. Aragorn picked the blond Prince up and carried him into the bed chamber. Laying the Prince down on the bed he kissed his forehead. He checked his husband over, wanting to make sure the Elf was alright, but could find no reason for Legolas being sick. Despite his earlier promise to Elrond, Aragorn found himself beginning to really get worried about his husband.

The next morning Aragorn woke expecting to feel the blond in his arms, but Legolas was not there. Worried he crept into the bath chamber and caught sight of Legolas leaning over the toilet. He had two fingers inserted in his mouth and he was dry heaving. It looked as if he had been in there for some time and had already emptied his stomach of its contents.

Moving quickly he grabbed the blonds arm and pulled the Prince up and away from the toilet.

"What on Middle Earth do you think you are doing?! You are making your self sick? Have you any idea how worried I was about you last night, knowing you were ill? But you did it to your self did you not? Why?"

"Because I want to be me again, I just want to be me." Legolas could not stop the sobs that wracked his body as he tried to explain.

Aragorn glared at his husband on one hand he felt very bad at causing his husband to cry, itself an extremely rare occurrence, on the other he was so angry he could not stop himself. "You are starving yourself and shoving your fingers down your throat to force yourself to vomit and you tell me you want to be normal? This is normal to you? I hate to tell you this but this is as far from normal as anything can get!"

"Just drop it, Aragorn." Legolas tried to pull his arm from Aragorn's vice like grip.

"No, Legolas, how can you say that? Just let it drop as if your life means nothing? That the lives of our children is unimportant? Did you know that if you do not eat you can not produce enough milk? When you starve yourself you are starving them! Do you hate Gondor and me so much that you have to continually try to kill or harm yourself?" He finally let the Elf go.

"How can you say that? I love you and I begin to love this city. You just do not understand. Every thing I am has changed, I changed it for you, and I am no longer myself."

Aragorn stood for one long moment looking at Legolas before he strode over to the cribs. Picking up the children he left the room, taking them to Arwen and asking her to look after them.

He made his way back to their chamber; Legolas sat on the bed crying softly to him self. The sight made Aragorn feel bad at having shouted at the Elf.

"Legolas, I love you, please listen to me? I shout at you because I am scared that you will leave me. I would want to die if that ever happened. You say you have changed, how? Please explain to me?"

Legolas lifted his head and for the first time Aragorn noticed that the spark of life within those blue eyes had gone. "My life in general is different. I have no control over my life, I am you consort, as such it is expected that I carry out the duties of being your Queen. I hate that, I hate the thought that my day will be filled with chattering women drinking tea. All they talk about is fashion and children. That is not me! I am used to hunting and riding. Now, now I am stuck within these walls with just that tom look forward to. I am being forced to be some one I am not and can never truly be."

Aragorn felt tears well up in his eyes. "May be I should release you from your vows, Legolas. Make you free to go home to your father's realm and be free to become a Prince of Eryn Lasgalen once more."

A look of fear crossed the Princes' fair face at his husband's words. "No, please do not send me away. I love you Aragorn and I would never willingly leave you, I just want to look like my old self instead of this fat horrible ugly person I have become."

The pleading tore at Aragorn's heart/ "Legolas, you are not any of those things, you Melleth are perfection. I love you and the thought of having to leave you in this condition is more than I can bear. If I could get out of this trip to Rohan and Eomer, I would."

"But you must go it is too important for you not to attend. I promise I will be good and well when you get back." Legolas firmly believed this.

"I love you, my Golden Prince." Aragorn brushed the tears from the fair face before kissing him.

"I love you, too, my Valiant King." Legolas returned the kiss.

TBC . . .

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