TA 1291, December 8
Chapter Two
Estel slumped against his horse's neck, swallowing as his stomach heaved. He refused to be sick, not again. He couldn't believe there was anything left for his stomach to reject.
Mere seconds later he found out how wrong that belief was when his stomach heaved again. Leaning to the side he gave in to the need to throw up.
When his stomach stopped rebelling he once again slumped against Maethor's neck with a groan.
He was dying. He just knew it. And he wouldn't even get to see his family to say goodbye.
Estel's last thought was of his family before he gave into the darkness and passed out, unceremoniously slipping from Maethor's back and hitting the ground.
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The next thing Estel knew he was waking up in his room in Rivendell. A fluttery feeling in his stomach made him groan.
"Estel?"
Elrond's voice drew Estel's attention to the right side of the bed, "Ada? Something's wrong with me. I'm sick all the time and … and something's moving in my stomach. I think I'm dying."
Elrond narrowed his gaze, thoughtfully, "My main concern, Estel, is for your mental health. I see no cuts, but that does not mean you didn't hit your head when you fell off your horse. Do you have headache? Do you fell disoriented?" He paused. "Are you seeing or imagining things?"
Estel pressed a hand to his stomach as it fluttered again, at the same time, scowling at Elrond. "My head is fine Ada. I'm not imagining this. There's something moving in my stomach!"
Elrond sighed, honestly thinking Estel was imagining the movement, but he gave the human the benefit of the doubt.
"Alright. Lay flat on your back and lift your tunic so I can examine you."
While Estel did as he was told Elrond studied his foster son. The Elven Lord cocked a brow when he saw Estel's bare stomach. If you looked closely there was a slight bulge to it.
Moving from his chair to sit beside Estel on the bed, Elrond pressed his hand to the mortal's stomach. A second later his brows shot up.
Estel gasped, "There, did you feel that. It moved."
Elrond sat back, "Hmm."
Estel shot up to a sitting position and gaped at his foster father, "What does 'hmm' mean? Oh no. I am dying aren't I?"
Elrond cleared his throat, "No Estel. I can safely say that you are not dying. But this does come as a surprise considering the little amount of Elvish blood you have, but apparently it was enough."
"What, Ada?" Estel gasped, "What's wrong with me?"
Elrond took a breath, "Estel, have you laid with another male lately?"
Estel shut his mouth so quickly his teeth clicked together and it was a good minute or 2 before he could force himself to ask, "Why?"
Elrond tried a comforting smile and put a hand on Estel's shoulder. "Ion nin, you're … pregnant. I estimate about 4 months."
Estel chuckled nervously, "You … I cannot …"
A second later the human fainted dead away. Elrond sighed, "Well, that went better than I expected."
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Elrond quietly slipped out of Estel's bedroom (not difficult considering the fact that he was an elf), and headed away to give his foster son time to rest and find Elladan and Elrohir.
He figured he would tell his immediate family about Estel's pregnancy first, and then inform the rest of the elves in Rivendell later. Estel would need all the support he could in the coming months and it would help if he had his family behind him.
"Looking for someone, Elrond?"
Elrond turned in mid step to find himself facing Glorfindel.
Elrond's brow quirked in some amusement. "Yes actually. I was looking for two troublemaking whirlwinds in the form of my sons, Elladan and Elrohir."
Glorfindel snickered and started walking away, motioning with his hand for Elrond to follow. "We'll just follow the screams."
They didn't have to wait long. About 40 seconds after the pair headed off, there was the sound of a splash, a loud THUNK, two angry voices yelling in protest, and then the sound of side-splitting laughter.
Elrond and Glorfindel simultaneously turned their heads towards each other.
"Those angry voices sounded suspiciously like Erestor and Celeborn," Glorfindel stated.
As the yelling voices continued, Elrond nodded his in affirmation. "Yep. That would be them."
Without another word, the two of them hurried off towards the sound of the voices. The sight that greeted them when they reached the scene was so humorous that Elrond had to struggle to keep his face straight.
Glorfindel didn't even try and simply burst out laughing.
Celeborn and Erestor were standing just below a balcony, soaking wet with a bucket at their feet.
Galadriel stood a little apart from the 2 soaked elves with an amused look on her face.
Up on the balcony stood Elladan and Elrohir who were both laughing at Celeborn and Erestor's expense.
"Celeborn, Galadriel, I hadn't realized you had arrived in Rivendell. I must apologize about the …" Elrond trailed off to glare at his sons, "… welcome."
Elladan and Elrohir stiffened under their father's disapproving gaze.
"Ada! We were just …" Elladan started.
"… having a little fun. We didn't mean to …" Elrohir said, but Elrond held up his hand to silence them both.
"We'll discuss this 'incident' later you two. In the meantime …" Elrond turned and spoke to the first elf who walked by. "Lindir."
Lindir stopped in mid stride and turned to face Elrond. "Yes Elrond."
Elrond motioned to Celeborn and Erestor. "Would you please take them to get some … dry clothes."
Elladan, Elrohir, and Glorfindel tried to suppress their snickers as Lindir smiled and led the two disgruntled elves away.
Elrond then turned to Galadriel, Elladan, and Elrohir with grave eyes. At his side, Glorfindel had gone silent.
"I must speak with all of you," Elrond said, motioning for the 4 of them to follow him.
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"Ada, is something …" Elladan began.
"… the matter?" Elrohir finished.
Glorfindel nodded. "I wondered the same thing."
Galadriel simply looked at Elrond. Sometimes her ability to know things without being told was … unnerving. To say the least. "This has to do with Estel," she replied matter-of-factly.
Elladan and Elrohir instantly went from the after glow of mischievous to dreadfully worried.
"Estel?!" they both cried.
"What happened …"
"… to him?"
"I didn't think he …"
"… fell off the horse that hard!"
"I thought we'd been …"
"… very gentle when we brought him back!"
"He's not mortally wounded is he?!"
Elrond held up his hands as Galadriel and Glorfindel smirked. It was always amusing to see the twins in a panic.
"Estel does have a medical condition that bears notifying all of you about," Elrond started, "but I assure you he's not … dying. In fact, quite the opposite."
Elrond took a deep breath. "It seems our young Estel has much more elven blood then we realized."
"What do you mean Ada?" Elladan asked.
Elrond sighed. "Estel is pregnant."
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Estel was woken up abruptly by the sound of his bedroom door flying open and hitting the wall. A second later he was tackled and his attacker growled, "Who's responsible?!"
Estel grunted and tried to throw the younger twin off him, "Ro … go 'way. Sleepin."
Elrohir's weight was suddenly lifted off him and Elladan's voice accompanied the sound of someone getting hit and Elrohir's yelp. "Yeah Ro, don't jump on him like that! You could hurt the baby."
Estel's eyes flew open. They knew? Ai Valar, now he was in for it.
He sat up with a sigh, "Ada told you."
"Aye, he did." Elladan said with a nod.
"And we want to know …" Elrohir started.
"Who the father is …" Elladan continued.
"Or… other father …"
"So we can …"
"Kill him!" Elrohir finished on a growl.
Estel heaved a sigh, "It doesn't matter. He made it quite clear he didn't want me anymore. He won't be in my child's life." He met his brother's gazes, "Ever."
Elladan crossed his arms, "Estel …"
"No." Estel said stubbornly.
"Humans and their pride!" Elrohir grumbled before stomping out of the room, slamming the door behind himself.
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Okay first of all:
Ion nin: my son
Second of all to the reviews we've got so far:
Cheysuli: There will be more than one male pregnancy in this story, but Legolas won't be the first one. Don't worry. We'll get to him eventually.
Sly-chan and Day after he left me, thanks for the reviews!
Sorry. Becky's better at replying to reviews than I am. (shrug).
Chapter Two
Estel slumped against his horse's neck, swallowing as his stomach heaved. He refused to be sick, not again. He couldn't believe there was anything left for his stomach to reject.
Mere seconds later he found out how wrong that belief was when his stomach heaved again. Leaning to the side he gave in to the need to throw up.
When his stomach stopped rebelling he once again slumped against Maethor's neck with a groan.
He was dying. He just knew it. And he wouldn't even get to see his family to say goodbye.
Estel's last thought was of his family before he gave into the darkness and passed out, unceremoniously slipping from Maethor's back and hitting the ground.
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The next thing Estel knew he was waking up in his room in Rivendell. A fluttery feeling in his stomach made him groan.
"Estel?"
Elrond's voice drew Estel's attention to the right side of the bed, "Ada? Something's wrong with me. I'm sick all the time and … and something's moving in my stomach. I think I'm dying."
Elrond narrowed his gaze, thoughtfully, "My main concern, Estel, is for your mental health. I see no cuts, but that does not mean you didn't hit your head when you fell off your horse. Do you have headache? Do you fell disoriented?" He paused. "Are you seeing or imagining things?"
Estel pressed a hand to his stomach as it fluttered again, at the same time, scowling at Elrond. "My head is fine Ada. I'm not imagining this. There's something moving in my stomach!"
Elrond sighed, honestly thinking Estel was imagining the movement, but he gave the human the benefit of the doubt.
"Alright. Lay flat on your back and lift your tunic so I can examine you."
While Estel did as he was told Elrond studied his foster son. The Elven Lord cocked a brow when he saw Estel's bare stomach. If you looked closely there was a slight bulge to it.
Moving from his chair to sit beside Estel on the bed, Elrond pressed his hand to the mortal's stomach. A second later his brows shot up.
Estel gasped, "There, did you feel that. It moved."
Elrond sat back, "Hmm."
Estel shot up to a sitting position and gaped at his foster father, "What does 'hmm' mean? Oh no. I am dying aren't I?"
Elrond cleared his throat, "No Estel. I can safely say that you are not dying. But this does come as a surprise considering the little amount of Elvish blood you have, but apparently it was enough."
"What, Ada?" Estel gasped, "What's wrong with me?"
Elrond took a breath, "Estel, have you laid with another male lately?"
Estel shut his mouth so quickly his teeth clicked together and it was a good minute or 2 before he could force himself to ask, "Why?"
Elrond tried a comforting smile and put a hand on Estel's shoulder. "Ion nin, you're … pregnant. I estimate about 4 months."
Estel chuckled nervously, "You … I cannot …"
A second later the human fainted dead away. Elrond sighed, "Well, that went better than I expected."
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Elrond quietly slipped out of Estel's bedroom (not difficult considering the fact that he was an elf), and headed away to give his foster son time to rest and find Elladan and Elrohir.
He figured he would tell his immediate family about Estel's pregnancy first, and then inform the rest of the elves in Rivendell later. Estel would need all the support he could in the coming months and it would help if he had his family behind him.
"Looking for someone, Elrond?"
Elrond turned in mid step to find himself facing Glorfindel.
Elrond's brow quirked in some amusement. "Yes actually. I was looking for two troublemaking whirlwinds in the form of my sons, Elladan and Elrohir."
Glorfindel snickered and started walking away, motioning with his hand for Elrond to follow. "We'll just follow the screams."
They didn't have to wait long. About 40 seconds after the pair headed off, there was the sound of a splash, a loud THUNK, two angry voices yelling in protest, and then the sound of side-splitting laughter.
Elrond and Glorfindel simultaneously turned their heads towards each other.
"Those angry voices sounded suspiciously like Erestor and Celeborn," Glorfindel stated.
As the yelling voices continued, Elrond nodded his in affirmation. "Yep. That would be them."
Without another word, the two of them hurried off towards the sound of the voices. The sight that greeted them when they reached the scene was so humorous that Elrond had to struggle to keep his face straight.
Glorfindel didn't even try and simply burst out laughing.
Celeborn and Erestor were standing just below a balcony, soaking wet with a bucket at their feet.
Galadriel stood a little apart from the 2 soaked elves with an amused look on her face.
Up on the balcony stood Elladan and Elrohir who were both laughing at Celeborn and Erestor's expense.
"Celeborn, Galadriel, I hadn't realized you had arrived in Rivendell. I must apologize about the …" Elrond trailed off to glare at his sons, "… welcome."
Elladan and Elrohir stiffened under their father's disapproving gaze.
"Ada! We were just …" Elladan started.
"… having a little fun. We didn't mean to …" Elrohir said, but Elrond held up his hand to silence them both.
"We'll discuss this 'incident' later you two. In the meantime …" Elrond turned and spoke to the first elf who walked by. "Lindir."
Lindir stopped in mid stride and turned to face Elrond. "Yes Elrond."
Elrond motioned to Celeborn and Erestor. "Would you please take them to get some … dry clothes."
Elladan, Elrohir, and Glorfindel tried to suppress their snickers as Lindir smiled and led the two disgruntled elves away.
Elrond then turned to Galadriel, Elladan, and Elrohir with grave eyes. At his side, Glorfindel had gone silent.
"I must speak with all of you," Elrond said, motioning for the 4 of them to follow him.
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"Ada, is something …" Elladan began.
"… the matter?" Elrohir finished.
Glorfindel nodded. "I wondered the same thing."
Galadriel simply looked at Elrond. Sometimes her ability to know things without being told was … unnerving. To say the least. "This has to do with Estel," she replied matter-of-factly.
Elladan and Elrohir instantly went from the after glow of mischievous to dreadfully worried.
"Estel?!" they both cried.
"What happened …"
"… to him?"
"I didn't think he …"
"… fell off the horse that hard!"
"I thought we'd been …"
"… very gentle when we brought him back!"
"He's not mortally wounded is he?!"
Elrond held up his hands as Galadriel and Glorfindel smirked. It was always amusing to see the twins in a panic.
"Estel does have a medical condition that bears notifying all of you about," Elrond started, "but I assure you he's not … dying. In fact, quite the opposite."
Elrond took a deep breath. "It seems our young Estel has much more elven blood then we realized."
"What do you mean Ada?" Elladan asked.
Elrond sighed. "Estel is pregnant."
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Estel was woken up abruptly by the sound of his bedroom door flying open and hitting the wall. A second later he was tackled and his attacker growled, "Who's responsible?!"
Estel grunted and tried to throw the younger twin off him, "Ro … go 'way. Sleepin."
Elrohir's weight was suddenly lifted off him and Elladan's voice accompanied the sound of someone getting hit and Elrohir's yelp. "Yeah Ro, don't jump on him like that! You could hurt the baby."
Estel's eyes flew open. They knew? Ai Valar, now he was in for it.
He sat up with a sigh, "Ada told you."
"Aye, he did." Elladan said with a nod.
"And we want to know …" Elrohir started.
"Who the father is …" Elladan continued.
"Or… other father …"
"So we can …"
"Kill him!" Elrohir finished on a growl.
Estel heaved a sigh, "It doesn't matter. He made it quite clear he didn't want me anymore. He won't be in my child's life." He met his brother's gazes, "Ever."
Elladan crossed his arms, "Estel …"
"No." Estel said stubbornly.
"Humans and their pride!" Elrohir grumbled before stomping out of the room, slamming the door behind himself.
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Okay first of all:
Ion nin: my son
Second of all to the reviews we've got so far:
Cheysuli: There will be more than one male pregnancy in this story, but Legolas won't be the first one. Don't worry. We'll get to him eventually.
Sly-chan and Day after he left me, thanks for the reviews!
Sorry. Becky's better at replying to reviews than I am. (shrug).