Discl. : Lotr does not belong to me
Warnings: AU, M/M, M-preg
Pairings: Aragorn/OCC, Aragorn/Legolas
Author's Note: Please tell me what you think of the story and if I should continue. Please keep in mind that this story in an AU. This is my first lotr story, so please tell me if something is wrong and I will fix it. If someone has a idea for the title please tell me. Thanks !

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By Clio Leanan Sidhe

Prologue

As spring came, leaving the cold winter behind, Rivendell once again grew bright, brighter then the year before. But with this new year came great surprises for some. Inside, in front of Lord Elrond sat Estel, or now Aragorn. As he finally had come of age Elrond found him ready to hear about his true parents, who had died many years ago. Elrond looked down at his foster son, who he had held in his heart as one of his own children. A pained expression played on his face as he saw tears well up in shocked and betrayed eyes. It hurt him to see Aragorn look at him that way, but he knew this had to happen. Elrond once again opened his mouth to speak, watching Aragorn carefully. "There is one more thing I need to tell you..."

"More secrets..." Aragorn whispered, pain burning deep inside his heart.

Elrond's expression changed into one of compassion. "You are to be married," He started and saw Aragorn become pale. "It has been arranged even before your birth, this marriage will bring men and elves closer once again."

Aragorn shook his head wildly, not believing the words that came to his ears.

"Within two weeks Legolas Greenleaf, son of the Elvenking of Mirkwood will come to Imladris." Elrond told him, reaching out for his foster son, holding out a hand for him to take but when Aragorn didn't he continued speaking. "And you will be wedded when the end of spring arrives."

Aragorn got up and shook his head once again. "I will not marry him!" He cried out. "What about Firiël, we love each other does that mean nothing?"

Lord Elrond shook his head. "Do you not understand Aragorn," Elrond started and was slowly loosing his patience. "You have no choice in this, you are to be wed, it's is your responsibility as the future king of men."

The young man frowned, looking down upon Lord Elrond. "I never asked to be king, I never asked for any of this." He said before leaving quickly.

Lord Elrond sat alone, a sigh escaped his lips and he rested his head in his hands. "Neither did I Estel, but just as you I have no choice my son." He whispered to himself and closed his eyes, knowing very well that this conversation might have broken more then just a heart, but also a bond between a father and his son.

O O O

Aragorn stopped walking when he noticed someone sitting outside. He smiled when he saw the form of his lover, Firiël, with hair as golden as the sun reaching just above his waist. It had been braided perfectly, held together to keep it from falling into the pale face which belonged to the sweet elf. He walked towards Firiël who turned once he heard that Estel was walking slowly towards him.

Aragorn stopped walking when he saw Firiël's deep emerald eyes upon him, watching him with a bright smile which lightened Aragorn's heart but today it could not lift the burden which pushed down heavily on his shoulders. "Firiël..." He breathed his lover's name once more, wondering how many times he would be able to whisper it before he was a married man.

"Estel."

Firiël's voice was soft and sweet, like a mid-summer breeze which could sooth your nerves. "My dear Firiël, I bring bad news."

The blonde elf frowned and pushed himself up, walking towards his lover who he pulled in his arms once he was in reach of him. "What is wrong Estel, what have you heard?" He asked, burying his head in the crook of the brunette's neck, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent which always made him remember Estel and made him calm.

The dark haired man closed his eyes and rested his chin upon Firiël's golden head. "Elrond has brought me news about who I truly am, and who will...who I will wed before the end of spring."

Firiël pulled away and looked up at Estel, frowning. "What do you mean Estel?"

Aragorn watched him, holding him close to him while he opened his mouth to speak. "I am no longer Estel, I am Aragorn." He whispered to Firiël. "And I am to wed Legolas Greenleaf, prin-"

"Prince of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil...I know whom you speak of." Firiël told him before pulling away from his lover.

Aragorn sighed, letting his arms fall to his side when he saw Firiël step backwards. "I do not wish to marry him Firiël, I love only you." He whispered and stepped away to give his lover space.

Firiël nodded in understanding. "But you have no other choice, am I right?"

Aragorn shook his head. "I will not marry him," He said then. "I promise you I will not marry him."

"Do not make promises you might not be able to keep,...Aragorn." The blonde one whispered. Firiël looked up at him, and for the first time Aragorn could remember he witnessed tears in elven eyes.

He pulled Firiël close to him and kissed his lover passionately. When he pulled away he kissed the blonde's forehead. "I love you."

The blonde elf just nodded, staying within Aragorn's arms until the sun could no longer be seen and the night had come.

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