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Note: Thanks for all the reviews. I will do time leaps now. If you don´t like it just let me know. Let´s begin.
It had been four months since the wedding. Joyce was now nearing her eight month. Legolas had been busy again and Joyce felt neglected by him. She knew it was not his fault and she was very tired.
That was due to the fact that everytime she tried to sleep, the baby would start kicking and did not stop. Legolas was soon asleep when his head hit the pillow, so she could not ask him for help.
It was another evening and it looked like Legolas would be home late again. Signing softly to herself, she sat down on the couch with difficult. Her stomach was large now and moving was not as easy as before.
She raised her hand to her tired eyes to wipe the tears away. She had not seen Legolas over a week, except at night but then he was asleep.
She looked up when she heard somebody open the door. It was Legolas. He looked tired and walked over to the table. He then asked. "Is there any food?"
Joyce nodded and said. "Yes, it is in the kitchen, but I fear it is cold now."
Legolas walked into the kitchen and came back without the food. "How come it is cold?"
"I did not know when you would be home, so I already cooked it. If I knew I would have waited." Joyce answered weary.
"Why did you come to my study to ask me?" Legolas said sharply.
"Because I am eight months pregnant and I do not simply walk to your study anymore, Legolas. It is hard moving with 3 kilo in your stomach." Joyce answered.
The Elf crossed his arms over his chest. "Normally you don´t mind moving around the house or the training field." He answered.
Joyce looked up at him before she said. "You know I stopped my training after the fourth month. So I have not seen the training fields ever since and you won´t know how long I do to move around the house, since your signing papers or doing something for the colony."
"Well, I am the Lord of it, Am I not?" He asked while raising a eyebrown. "So I have to look after them."
Joyce shook her head. She was too tired for this. "I never said you did not have to sign the papers, or look after the colony for that matter but I do a lot of stuff in the house, a little bit of help would be nice."
Legolas looked his gaze with her and said. "So you are saying that I don´t do enough around the house. I am tired at night when I come home."
"I did not say that, Legolas. I am tired too, you are not the only one."
"How come? I mean you can sit in the chair all day if you want to." Legolas shot back. He knew what he was saying was unfair and he regretted it the moment the words left his mouth.
Joyce jumped up. Well as good as she could with the baby and all. "Is that what you think I am doing all day? Do you think this is fun? Moving around without seeing the ground or your feet. You can walk away, I have to carry the child. You can do all you want, while I have to worry if it will not effect the child or if I won´t be to tired."
"Yeah, that is what you think. I have to worry about all the other people that live here. So sorry if I cannot worry or be with you all day." Legolas shouted at her.
"I wish you worry about me. Maybe you would notice that I am not sleep at all due to the fact that our child will not stop moving, but no as soon as your head hits the pillow you are fast asleep, while I wish that our child would lay still for 5 minutes so I can actually get some sleep and then everyday I have to work because when you get home you expect dinner is standing on the table and the house is clean." Joyce shouted back.
Legolas looked around at the mess and ignored what she had shouted at him but not the last bit. "Well the house is not clean now is it?" He said.
Joyce held up her hands in defeat and walked towards the bedroom staires while she screamed. "You don´t understand any of it. You don´t have got any idea what it is doing to me. All you care about is the colony."
Walking after her Legolas shouted up the stairs. "If you would tell him I might."
"Screw you!" Was the answer from Joyce.
"You have!" Legolas answered back.
"See where that has gotten me. I wish I hadn´t." Joyce shouted from the top of the stairs.
"You never complained." Legolas said.
"It was too damn good, but I would of drank the whole bottle if I knew where this was going to lead me."
"You are being ridiculous and you know it." Legolas shot back.
The answer was the banging of the bedroom door. Legolas growled in frustration and walked back to the couch.
He muffled his cry in the pillow and then tossed it across the room. He was angry. But not with Joyce but with himself. What she had been saying was true. He did not have the time to be with her or worry about her. He figured she would be alright, maybe he was wrong.
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In the bedroom, Joyce did not even bother to sit down on the bed. She let herself sink to the floor and buried her face in her arms. She was so tired and this was the last thing she needed. Her shoulders shook with the sobs that crashed trough her body. "Why can´t he just understand?" Joyce tought while continued to cry.
Legolas wanted to walk out the door to get something for Joyce, to cheer her up, when his heart told him he was needed upstairs.
Walking upstairs with his light step, he opened the door and saw Joyce sitting against the bed. Her face was buried in her arms while she was hugging her knees, which was hard but not impossible. Her whole frame shook with sobs. He then noticed how tired she looked and realised with a shock what she had shouted at him.
Mentally kicking and punching himself, he walked over to her. Croushing down in front of her, he lifted her chin up, so she had to look at him.
When he saw her tears stricken face, he softly said. "Ai Meleth, what have we done to get into this mess? I am sorry, I should of tought more about you and how this would affect you. I tought you would be alright on your own, I was wrong. Will you forgive me?"
Joyce nodded softly and Legolas sat down next to her. He wrapped his arms around her and Joyce´s head rested on his shoulder while she continued to cry.
He softly began to sing.
I sit and wait
Does and angel contemplate my fate
And do they know
The places where we go
When we're grey and old
'cos I've been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I'm lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel that love is dead
I'm loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Werther I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead
When I'm feeling weak
And my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
And I know I'll always be blessed with love
And as the feeling grows
She breathes flesh to my bones
And when love is dead
I'm loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Werther I'm right or wrong
And dent he water fall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead
Joyce has stopped crying and was leaning against his shoulder. Legolas kissed the top of her head before he said. "Will you tell me what has been going on?"
Joyce took a deep breath and said. "I am just so tired. Everytime I want to sleep the baby starts to move and it won´t stop until the next morning. And also when I am just sitting, he will move to."
The Elf looked at her worried and said while pulling her up with him. "I will see what I can do about it. Just lie down."
Lying down on the bed, Joyce felt Legolas running his hands gently around her large stomach. She felt her eyes lids grow heavy and the baby finaly seemed calm. Soon she was asleep.
Legolas smiled and rolled against her, but did not remove his hand from her stomach in case the baby might kick again.
This was it for now. Hope you like it. Please review.
Note: Thanks for all the reviews. I will do time leaps now. If you don´t like it just let me know. Let´s begin.
It had been four months since the wedding. Joyce was now nearing her eight month. Legolas had been busy again and Joyce felt neglected by him. She knew it was not his fault and she was very tired.
That was due to the fact that everytime she tried to sleep, the baby would start kicking and did not stop. Legolas was soon asleep when his head hit the pillow, so she could not ask him for help.
It was another evening and it looked like Legolas would be home late again. Signing softly to herself, she sat down on the couch with difficult. Her stomach was large now and moving was not as easy as before.
She raised her hand to her tired eyes to wipe the tears away. She had not seen Legolas over a week, except at night but then he was asleep.
She looked up when she heard somebody open the door. It was Legolas. He looked tired and walked over to the table. He then asked. "Is there any food?"
Joyce nodded and said. "Yes, it is in the kitchen, but I fear it is cold now."
Legolas walked into the kitchen and came back without the food. "How come it is cold?"
"I did not know when you would be home, so I already cooked it. If I knew I would have waited." Joyce answered weary.
"Why did you come to my study to ask me?" Legolas said sharply.
"Because I am eight months pregnant and I do not simply walk to your study anymore, Legolas. It is hard moving with 3 kilo in your stomach." Joyce answered.
The Elf crossed his arms over his chest. "Normally you don´t mind moving around the house or the training field." He answered.
Joyce looked up at him before she said. "You know I stopped my training after the fourth month. So I have not seen the training fields ever since and you won´t know how long I do to move around the house, since your signing papers or doing something for the colony."
"Well, I am the Lord of it, Am I not?" He asked while raising a eyebrown. "So I have to look after them."
Joyce shook her head. She was too tired for this. "I never said you did not have to sign the papers, or look after the colony for that matter but I do a lot of stuff in the house, a little bit of help would be nice."
Legolas looked his gaze with her and said. "So you are saying that I don´t do enough around the house. I am tired at night when I come home."
"I did not say that, Legolas. I am tired too, you are not the only one."
"How come? I mean you can sit in the chair all day if you want to." Legolas shot back. He knew what he was saying was unfair and he regretted it the moment the words left his mouth.
Joyce jumped up. Well as good as she could with the baby and all. "Is that what you think I am doing all day? Do you think this is fun? Moving around without seeing the ground or your feet. You can walk away, I have to carry the child. You can do all you want, while I have to worry if it will not effect the child or if I won´t be to tired."
"Yeah, that is what you think. I have to worry about all the other people that live here. So sorry if I cannot worry or be with you all day." Legolas shouted at her.
"I wish you worry about me. Maybe you would notice that I am not sleep at all due to the fact that our child will not stop moving, but no as soon as your head hits the pillow you are fast asleep, while I wish that our child would lay still for 5 minutes so I can actually get some sleep and then everyday I have to work because when you get home you expect dinner is standing on the table and the house is clean." Joyce shouted back.
Legolas looked around at the mess and ignored what she had shouted at him but not the last bit. "Well the house is not clean now is it?" He said.
Joyce held up her hands in defeat and walked towards the bedroom staires while she screamed. "You don´t understand any of it. You don´t have got any idea what it is doing to me. All you care about is the colony."
Walking after her Legolas shouted up the stairs. "If you would tell him I might."
"Screw you!" Was the answer from Joyce.
"You have!" Legolas answered back.
"See where that has gotten me. I wish I hadn´t." Joyce shouted from the top of the stairs.
"You never complained." Legolas said.
"It was too damn good, but I would of drank the whole bottle if I knew where this was going to lead me."
"You are being ridiculous and you know it." Legolas shot back.
The answer was the banging of the bedroom door. Legolas growled in frustration and walked back to the couch.
He muffled his cry in the pillow and then tossed it across the room. He was angry. But not with Joyce but with himself. What she had been saying was true. He did not have the time to be with her or worry about her. He figured she would be alright, maybe he was wrong.
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In the bedroom, Joyce did not even bother to sit down on the bed. She let herself sink to the floor and buried her face in her arms. She was so tired and this was the last thing she needed. Her shoulders shook with the sobs that crashed trough her body. "Why can´t he just understand?" Joyce tought while continued to cry.
Legolas wanted to walk out the door to get something for Joyce, to cheer her up, when his heart told him he was needed upstairs.
Walking upstairs with his light step, he opened the door and saw Joyce sitting against the bed. Her face was buried in her arms while she was hugging her knees, which was hard but not impossible. Her whole frame shook with sobs. He then noticed how tired she looked and realised with a shock what she had shouted at him.
Mentally kicking and punching himself, he walked over to her. Croushing down in front of her, he lifted her chin up, so she had to look at him.
When he saw her tears stricken face, he softly said. "Ai Meleth, what have we done to get into this mess? I am sorry, I should of tought more about you and how this would affect you. I tought you would be alright on your own, I was wrong. Will you forgive me?"
Joyce nodded softly and Legolas sat down next to her. He wrapped his arms around her and Joyce´s head rested on his shoulder while she continued to cry.
He softly began to sing.
I sit and wait
Does and angel contemplate my fate
And do they know
The places where we go
When we're grey and old
'cos I've been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I'm lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel that love is dead
I'm loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Werther I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead
When I'm feeling weak
And my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
And I know I'll always be blessed with love
And as the feeling grows
She breathes flesh to my bones
And when love is dead
I'm loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Werther I'm right or wrong
And dent he water fall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead
Joyce has stopped crying and was leaning against his shoulder. Legolas kissed the top of her head before he said. "Will you tell me what has been going on?"
Joyce took a deep breath and said. "I am just so tired. Everytime I want to sleep the baby starts to move and it won´t stop until the next morning. And also when I am just sitting, he will move to."
The Elf looked at her worried and said while pulling her up with him. "I will see what I can do about it. Just lie down."
Lying down on the bed, Joyce felt Legolas running his hands gently around her large stomach. She felt her eyes lids grow heavy and the baby finaly seemed calm. Soon she was asleep.
Legolas smiled and rolled against her, but did not remove his hand from her stomach in case the baby might kick again.
This was it for now. Hope you like it. Please review.