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Aragorn returned a few minutes later with Gandalf. "Explain what he did to you again, my lad," Gandalf smiled gently. The wizard patted the Elf's hand tenderly, and Legolas told his story to Gandalf, making sure to include every little detail.

When Legolas was finished, Gandalf's face was as still as stone. They sat in silence for many minutes as Gandalf absorbed all he had heard. "Are you sure it was yellow mist?" Gandalf asked.

"Quite sure," Legolas nodded. The wizard sighed and stroked his beard thoughtfully. He pulled Aragorn out of the room, leaving poor Legolas alone with his grim thoughts of what could possibly be wrong with him.

"This spell hasn't been used for hundreds of years," Gandalf whispered once Aragorn and himself were well out of the reach of the Elf's keen earshot. "What is the spell?" Estel asked urgently. With a sigh, Gandalf began his explanation. "I didn't know that anyone knew of his spell anymore. Whoever decided to use this particular spell as punishment for a simple interruption must be one sick, twisted individual."
Gandalf closed his eyes and shook his head grimly. "What does the spell do?" Aragorn implored. Gandalf ran a hand over his eyes. "Legolas is...he's...expecting."

"I...I'm sorry, Gandalf, I don't think I heard you quite clearly."

"He's with child, Aragorn!"

"That's not possible! He's male!"

"I know that! But the spell has made this possible! That's why I said the one who did this is sick and twisted!"

"Well, what's Legolas supposed to do?"

"He's just going to have to bear the child."

"How will he birth it?"

"A passage will form when the time comes for the birth."

"Like that of a woman?!"

"Similar, yes, but not exact."

"This is ridiculous! There's no way he could be carrying a child!"

"I told you, Aragorn, the spell has made this possible!"

"Well, how are we going to tell him?"

"I was hoping you would do that."
"Me? Why me? You're the wizard! You know more about this than I do!"
"I know only of the spell, Aragorn. You're the healer here. You should have more knowledge of this sort of thing!"
"I know how to deal with women in this...situation. NOT males!"

"Aragorn, you two are best friends. I think it would soften the blow if you told him."
"Fine!" With that, Aragorn spun angrily out of the room, thinking that if he ever found the inhuman monster who did this to Legolas, he was going to wring his neck.

"Gandalf told me that this spell hasn't been used for hundreds of years, Legolas," Aragorn sighed grimly. "Whoever did this to you is perverted indeed." He put his forehead in his hands. Aragorn looked up at Legolas' panicked face. "You're pregnant, mellon nin," Aragorn finished bluntly. Legolas looked at Aragorn, and burst out laughing. "You can't be serious! That's absurd! Me, pregnant! Aragorn, you always know how to make me laugh!"
"I'm not joking, mellon nin. You really are pregnant!" Aragorn cried, getting quite annoyed with his friend's response to this news. "If I really am," Legolas giggled, "then prove it!"

"I...I will!" Aragorn stood and ran from the room. He returned a few moments later with a vile full of green powder. "Give me your finger," Aragorn barked, thrusting the vile into Legolas' face and pulling a small knife out of his pocket. Legolas shrugged cockily and extended his finger to Aragorn. Aragorn then cut a small slit in Legolas' finger and let the blood drip into the vile of green powder. Aragorn took out a small wooden stick and proceeded to stir the mixture. "Watch," Aragorn said, holding up the vile. "If it turns blue, you're expecting." Legolas' face turned from that of smug confidence to sheer horror in a matter of seconds as the mixture turned bright blue.

Legolas stared blankly into the face of best human friend. This wasn't really happening to him, was it? "Can you leave me alone for a while, please?" Legolas whispered, shakily. Aragorn nodded and left Legolas to his thoughts.

Legolas was seated at the edge of his bed, staring at the wall. His mind was racing. "Now I know what that old man meant by disturbed," Legolas thought bitterly. "If having a child growing inside of me isn't disturbing enough, I don't know what is!" His vision became clouded with tears that threatened to spill onto his cheeks at any second. "What am I going to do?" he thought, running a slender hand through his long, golden hair. "Nothing is ever going to be the same again!"

Legolas jumped as a strong hand squeezed his shoulder. He looked up to see Aragorn looking back at him. The man had left Legolas alone for nearly three hours. He figured it was time to check up on him.

Legolas tried to force a smile as a signal that he was all right, but the smile never came. Tears replaced the happy emotion the Elf so desperately wanted to convey. Aragorn wrapped his arms around the sobbing Elf. "I'm so scared, mellon nin! What am I going to do now?" Legolas bawled. "I can't deliver a child! It's not natural! What if I die during the whole process, or..." Aragorn gently hushed his friend. "You are most certainly not going to die Legolas. I'm going to take care of you through this whole thing. I promise you that," Aragorn whispered. Legolas dried his eyes and pulled out of the man's strong embrace. "Look at me," Legolas hissed angrily. "I'm sobbing like a girl. Well, I guess that's fitting now, isn't it?" Legolas mumbled under his breath. "You are not a girl," Aragorn reassured the prince with a gentle chuckle. "This whole thing is not of your doing, and you shall not be called a girl for it." Legolas sniffed and nodded. Aragorn patted Legolas on the back. "Why don't you take a nap? This has been quite overwhelming for you, I'm sure," Aragorn suggested. Legolas laid back on his bed and fell into a fitful slumber.

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