Chapter 8
TA 3018 December 24
The night before the Fellowship was scheduled to leave, Elrond held a farewell/honorary party. Legolas was late arriving, which was unusual for him. Even more unusual, he seemed to have an increase in appetite.
Luckily, nobody seemed to pay too much attention to him as he nibbled throughout the evening. Normally he ate little, even for an elf. Lately it seemed only the hobbits ate more than him. Although, his queasy stomach kept him from eating at the morning or mid-day meals, so by the time evening came around he was hungry enough to eat a horse.
Legolas winced at that thought as his stomach clenched and he nearly gagged. Okay, horse meat was off the menu … if it was ever on it in the first place. Fruit was safe, he'd stick to that.
Snatching a handful of grapes as he passed a snack table, Legolas made his way to a shadowed corner and leaned against the wall. Yawning he stretched his back.
Popping a grape into his mouth he watched Estel dance with his foster sister, Arwen. The human was still trying to avoid direct contact with him, yet Legolas occasionally felt Aragorn watching him, as if looking for something.
Legolas jerked upright as he felt himself falling and realized he'd started to doze off. Shaking his head, Legolas decided it was time he left the party.
That was another thing to add to the list of unusual things about him lately. He got tired quicker and caught himself falling asleep at inopportune times.
Legolas had just about made it out of the dining hall when he was stopped by Gandalf.
"Going somewhere, Prince of Mirkwood?" the wizard asked with a smile.
Legolas sighed and stifled another yawn. "I was heading to my chambers, Gandalf. I am unusually tired. We leave tomorrow. I must be properly rested."
Gandalf studied Legolas a moment, making the elf shift nervously. Finally the wizard smiled again, "Yes, you must be properly rested. I will not keep you. Have a good night, tithen-ernil."
Legolas nodded, "Good night, Gandalf."
Stepping to the side, Gandalf let Legolas pass. He turned when Elrond stopped beside him.
"I think the troubles he's having with Estel are beginning to take their toll on him," the Elven lord said, "he's just not acting like himself."
"Nay. He's not." Gandalf sighed, "But I fear it is more than his problems with Aragorn. I will keep an eye on him. I would not want to have to tell Thranduil I let something happen to his son."
"Nay, that would not be fun," Elrond said softly then turned to Gandalf. "Come. There is still a party going on."
"Yes there is," Gandalf said and followed Elrond back into the room.
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December 25
From the moment Legolas woke up the morning of the quest, it was one rush after another to get ready. He had done something that, as an elf, he was sure he had never done before today.
He had actually slept in. And after going to bed early the previous night. Oh the irony.
First it had taken Legolas about 20 minutes just to finish getting dressed because first his stomach had insisted on getting rid of every bit of food he had eaten the previous night. Even after there was nothing left in his stomach to get rid of, he continued to feel queasy and completely fatigued.
So, Legolas was half out of his mind when he started throwing some stuff into a pack.
"Where's the extra lembas I brought with me?" Legolas said to himself, "Ai Elbereth, don't tell me I ate all of them!"
'And lembas sounds so good right now' Legolas thought licking his lips.
Legolas groaned as he continued throwing various items into the pack. It didn't occur to him that he wouldn't really be needing any of it until he looked at a candlestick that was suddenly in his hands.
He raised an eyebrow in semi-confusion as he looked around the room and noticed several other matching candlesticks with a design on them that clearly showed they were from Imladris.
"This isn't mine," Legolas declared quickly to no one as he set the candlestick back down.
"You won't be needing all of those … accessories on the quest tithen-ernil. You'll be traveling light."
Legolas jumped at the unexpected voice. Since when was anyone able to sneak up on him. He turned around to see Elrond standing in the doorway with an amused look on his face.
"Well I was just … I mean I … well I was uh … "
Great. Now he was stuttering.
Lord Elrond raised a hand to stop him. "Sam has enough supplies for all of you packed on the pony. You just need to grab your weapons."
Legolas sighed and rubbed his head, moving around the room to gather his bow, arrow, and knifes. "Sure. Just tell everyone I'll be right there."
Elrond's amused look faded as he took a good look at Legolas. The elf seemed unusually pale and fatigued. "Legolas," Elrond hesitated, "are you feeling alright?"
"Just a headache," Legolas answered quickly. Almost too quickly, Elrond thought.
"Legolas, you haven't been feeling well for about a month. Maybe I should call one of the healers …"
"No!" Legolas yelled. Elrond looked surprised as Legolas stalked out of the room mumbling something under his breath that was hard for even Elvish ears to pick up. But Elrond was almost sure he had said: "I lost Estel once. I won't lose him again."
Elrond sighed. He hoped Gandalf knew what he was doing on the quest. Aragorn and Legolas would need it.
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The rest of the Fellowship was already waiting by the time Legolas and Elrond got to the gate. They weren't the only ones waiting either. Everyone in Imladris seemed to have climbed out of the woodwork to see the Fellowship off.
Legolas sighed as he took his place beside Boromir, facing Lord Elrond. He released a small moan and pressed a hand to his stomach as it gave a mini rebellion.
Boromir glanced over when Legolas stopped beside him. The elf was paler than usual as he held his stomach.
"Is something wrong Master elf?" the adan asked.
Legolas tried a mirthful grin, but feared it was more of a wince than anything else, and said, "A bit too much wine at the party last night I fear. Worry not, Lord Boromir, I will be fine."
Feeling Aragorn's gaze on them the elf and man looked over. At the older man's glare Boromir shifted his gaze back to Lord Elrond. Legolas kept his gaze on his love a bit longer, a meaningful scowl on his fair face. After a moment Aragorn shifted his gaze away and focused on his boots.
Elrond shook his head. They were hopeless. Taking a deep breath he started his farewell speech.
"The ring-bearer is setting out on the Quest of Mount Doom."
'Aye' Boromir thought, 'the one place we would be stupid to go.' He smirked to himself, 'what am I thinking. I'm traveling with an eccentric wizard, a hung over elf, a jealous King, an entirely too stubborn dwarf and 4 halflings who have no idea what they're getting themselves into. I'm doomed.'
Legolas closed his eyes with a sigh, and shook his head, thinking 'what am I doing? I've got some strange illness that can affect elves and I'm on my way to battle the most evil being since Morgoth. I'll get myself killed and never see Estel again. Ai Elbereth help me.'
Elrond, oblivious to the thoughts the elf and man were having, continued his speech. "On you who travel with him, no oath nor bond is laid to go further than you will. Farewell. Hold to your purpose."
Aragorn glanced at Legolas out of the corner of his eye, Elrond's words running through his head. Each member of the Fellowship had their own purpose for going on this quest.
Frodo's purpose was obvious. Gandalf was their guide. The hobbits were there for Frodo. Gimli, Aragorn suspected was there to prove dwarves were as good as elves. Boromir's purpose was hidden. And Legolas' purpose, Aragorn feared had to do with him.
Aragorn would like to be able to say his full purpose for joining the Fellowship was to protect Frodo, but he had to admit a small part of it was the chance of getting some distance from Legolas. Unfortunately, the elf knew Aragorn too well and his true purpose was to keep the human by his side.
Aragorn turned his attention back to his foster father as he finished his speech and Gandalf said, "The Fellowship awaits the ring-bearer."
While the rest of the Fellowship walked out of Rivendell, Aragorn hung back a minute watching Legolas. The elf was more beautiful than ever, just the sight of him made Aragorn's heart soar. Maybe, just maybe, the time they spent together on this quest would be enough to bridge the gap between them. Maybe their love was strong enough to endure.
Sighing, Aragorn followed the Fellowship out of Rivendell. Whatever the outcome of his relationship with Legolas, there was still a ring to destroy.
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Many of the elves left and went back to whatever it was they had been doing before the Fellowship had left.
Elrond, however, lingered around the square for at least an hour. Finding himself worrying about Frodo, the Ring, Aragorn, Legolas, and just about everything in between.
Finally Elrond left the square, but simply found himself wandering about Rivendell. Waiting was always the hard part … even for an elf. And unfortunately there was very little hope for Frodo and the quest.
Around mid-evening, it felt like 10 or 12 years had passed. Not 10 or 12 hours.
However, Elrond was still alert enough to notice the rider coming upon Imladris. He breathed a sigh of relief when he recognized the rider. Thank the Valar that the rider hadn't come earlier that day.
Farothen was back.
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Farothen urged Roch into an even faster gallop in his effort to get home as soon as possible.
After all, he hadn't seen his ada in over a month now.
Unfortunately Ada wasn't waiting for him when he pulled Roch up to a stop in the main square of Rivendell.
But Elrond was. And he meant just as much to Farothen as Ada did.
"Hello grandfather," Farothen said to Elrond as he dismounted off of Roch.
Elrond simply walked forward and hugged Farothen. An embrace that Farothen returned in full. It didn't matter that Farothen wasn't related by blood. Aragorn was Elrond's son in every way except by blood, so Farothen was his grandson.
"Where is ada?" Farothen asked when he pulled away from Elrond. "I thought he would be here."
Elrond sighed. This was going to be hard to explain. "He has gone on a quest…with Gandalf, a dwarf, 4 halflings, Boromir of Gondor, and…an elf. Legolas of the woodland realm…your other ada."
Farothen stiffened and his eyes widened in surprise. "But…I always knew I was borne of two adas…but how did you…know?"
"Aragorn never told me who if that's what you're wondering," Elrond answered, "but you look too much like the Prince of Mirkwood. If your hair was blond and you had no facial hair, you'd look exactly like him."
Farothen looked visibly shaken. "Where have they gone?" he asked as calmly as he could manage.
"They set out half a day ago on a quest. But it's of the utmost importance that you don't try to follow them. No extra attention should be brought upon the Fellowship," Elrond said.
"Why?" Farothen asked. "What is this Fellowship?"
Elrond quickly explained about the council and what had been decided at it's conclusion.
"You sent my ada on this dangerous quest?" Farothen asked. He looked more worried than angry.
"Sent? No. We both know I could never make your ada do anything," Elrond said with an amused grin.
However, Farothen still had a forlorn expression on his face, so Elrond decided to tell him something to give him hope. Even though Aragorn would probably kill him for it.
"You now Farothen, once the Fellowship crosses the Misty Mountains, they'll probably take refuge in Lorien," Elrond said with a meaningful wink.
Farothen suddenly got an impish grin on his face and quickly ran and jumped on Roch's back. Just as he was about to urge Roch into motion a thought came to him and he looked back at Elrond, "Did you say prince of Mirkwood? My other ada's a prince?"
Elrond barely hid his wince at his slip, "Yes, Legolas is the only son of King Thranduil of Mirkwood."
Farothen got a thoughtful look on his face for a moment before seeming to come to a conclusion and turning back to Elrond. "Namarie grandfather," he yelled as he turned and rode off.
"Namarie," Elrond yelled after him.
This was as close as Elrond could get to telling Legolas without actually telling him. Whatever issues lay between Estel and Legolas, Legolas had a right to know he had a son.
It was time for those two to resolve their problems. Elrond could see that they truly loved one another. This was their second chance.
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I think the only Elvish we used in this Chapter…
Namarie - Farwell
Tithen-ernil – Little prince.
It was supposed to be Young prince but I remembered after it was typed up that young is 'neth' not 'tithen'. If there is any other Elvish I forgot to translate, let us know in a review and we'll translate in the next chapter.
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Replies to reviews:
kenobisforever – No we're not done, we've still got far to go. Updates will just be a little slower in coming for a while because Brina went back to college. As for your other question have, or will, (depending on when you read this update) answer in an email instead of here.
Miamouse – I'm glad we were able to bring you to our side with this story. It's really only for the sense of ridiculous and the humor that we write or read it. And as for recommending Second Chance to others, of course we don't mind. We'd be pleased. Thanks.
Lantarmiel – Due to the fact that we've already pretty much got our time table and where we want this story to go all planned out, we'll keep Legolas' due date sometime in Oct. 3019. We plan on taking this story well into year 1 of the forth age. I hope you can stay with us that long.
blue4dogs – You asked about the length of a male elf's pregnancy, we figure it would still last a year. We had Aragorn carry for 10 months because he has some Elvish blood and the child would be getting a small amount of Elvish blood from Aragorn and half from Legolas. Therefore he would be mostly Elven so we gave him an extra month beyond the human pregnancy period.
And to the rest of our reviewers, thanks again for all the support. I'd just like to let you all know, that since there's a specific line we want Gandalf to say later in the story, there will be at least 2 more mpregs in this story. Who and when we won't say now.
Thanks again.
~Becky and Brina~
TA 3018 December 24
The night before the Fellowship was scheduled to leave, Elrond held a farewell/honorary party. Legolas was late arriving, which was unusual for him. Even more unusual, he seemed to have an increase in appetite.
Luckily, nobody seemed to pay too much attention to him as he nibbled throughout the evening. Normally he ate little, even for an elf. Lately it seemed only the hobbits ate more than him. Although, his queasy stomach kept him from eating at the morning or mid-day meals, so by the time evening came around he was hungry enough to eat a horse.
Legolas winced at that thought as his stomach clenched and he nearly gagged. Okay, horse meat was off the menu … if it was ever on it in the first place. Fruit was safe, he'd stick to that.
Snatching a handful of grapes as he passed a snack table, Legolas made his way to a shadowed corner and leaned against the wall. Yawning he stretched his back.
Popping a grape into his mouth he watched Estel dance with his foster sister, Arwen. The human was still trying to avoid direct contact with him, yet Legolas occasionally felt Aragorn watching him, as if looking for something.
Legolas jerked upright as he felt himself falling and realized he'd started to doze off. Shaking his head, Legolas decided it was time he left the party.
That was another thing to add to the list of unusual things about him lately. He got tired quicker and caught himself falling asleep at inopportune times.
Legolas had just about made it out of the dining hall when he was stopped by Gandalf.
"Going somewhere, Prince of Mirkwood?" the wizard asked with a smile.
Legolas sighed and stifled another yawn. "I was heading to my chambers, Gandalf. I am unusually tired. We leave tomorrow. I must be properly rested."
Gandalf studied Legolas a moment, making the elf shift nervously. Finally the wizard smiled again, "Yes, you must be properly rested. I will not keep you. Have a good night, tithen-ernil."
Legolas nodded, "Good night, Gandalf."
Stepping to the side, Gandalf let Legolas pass. He turned when Elrond stopped beside him.
"I think the troubles he's having with Estel are beginning to take their toll on him," the Elven lord said, "he's just not acting like himself."
"Nay. He's not." Gandalf sighed, "But I fear it is more than his problems with Aragorn. I will keep an eye on him. I would not want to have to tell Thranduil I let something happen to his son."
"Nay, that would not be fun," Elrond said softly then turned to Gandalf. "Come. There is still a party going on."
"Yes there is," Gandalf said and followed Elrond back into the room.
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December 25
From the moment Legolas woke up the morning of the quest, it was one rush after another to get ready. He had done something that, as an elf, he was sure he had never done before today.
He had actually slept in. And after going to bed early the previous night. Oh the irony.
First it had taken Legolas about 20 minutes just to finish getting dressed because first his stomach had insisted on getting rid of every bit of food he had eaten the previous night. Even after there was nothing left in his stomach to get rid of, he continued to feel queasy and completely fatigued.
So, Legolas was half out of his mind when he started throwing some stuff into a pack.
"Where's the extra lembas I brought with me?" Legolas said to himself, "Ai Elbereth, don't tell me I ate all of them!"
'And lembas sounds so good right now' Legolas thought licking his lips.
Legolas groaned as he continued throwing various items into the pack. It didn't occur to him that he wouldn't really be needing any of it until he looked at a candlestick that was suddenly in his hands.
He raised an eyebrow in semi-confusion as he looked around the room and noticed several other matching candlesticks with a design on them that clearly showed they were from Imladris.
"This isn't mine," Legolas declared quickly to no one as he set the candlestick back down.
"You won't be needing all of those … accessories on the quest tithen-ernil. You'll be traveling light."
Legolas jumped at the unexpected voice. Since when was anyone able to sneak up on him. He turned around to see Elrond standing in the doorway with an amused look on his face.
"Well I was just … I mean I … well I was uh … "
Great. Now he was stuttering.
Lord Elrond raised a hand to stop him. "Sam has enough supplies for all of you packed on the pony. You just need to grab your weapons."
Legolas sighed and rubbed his head, moving around the room to gather his bow, arrow, and knifes. "Sure. Just tell everyone I'll be right there."
Elrond's amused look faded as he took a good look at Legolas. The elf seemed unusually pale and fatigued. "Legolas," Elrond hesitated, "are you feeling alright?"
"Just a headache," Legolas answered quickly. Almost too quickly, Elrond thought.
"Legolas, you haven't been feeling well for about a month. Maybe I should call one of the healers …"
"No!" Legolas yelled. Elrond looked surprised as Legolas stalked out of the room mumbling something under his breath that was hard for even Elvish ears to pick up. But Elrond was almost sure he had said: "I lost Estel once. I won't lose him again."
Elrond sighed. He hoped Gandalf knew what he was doing on the quest. Aragorn and Legolas would need it.
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The rest of the Fellowship was already waiting by the time Legolas and Elrond got to the gate. They weren't the only ones waiting either. Everyone in Imladris seemed to have climbed out of the woodwork to see the Fellowship off.
Legolas sighed as he took his place beside Boromir, facing Lord Elrond. He released a small moan and pressed a hand to his stomach as it gave a mini rebellion.
Boromir glanced over when Legolas stopped beside him. The elf was paler than usual as he held his stomach.
"Is something wrong Master elf?" the adan asked.
Legolas tried a mirthful grin, but feared it was more of a wince than anything else, and said, "A bit too much wine at the party last night I fear. Worry not, Lord Boromir, I will be fine."
Feeling Aragorn's gaze on them the elf and man looked over. At the older man's glare Boromir shifted his gaze back to Lord Elrond. Legolas kept his gaze on his love a bit longer, a meaningful scowl on his fair face. After a moment Aragorn shifted his gaze away and focused on his boots.
Elrond shook his head. They were hopeless. Taking a deep breath he started his farewell speech.
"The ring-bearer is setting out on the Quest of Mount Doom."
'Aye' Boromir thought, 'the one place we would be stupid to go.' He smirked to himself, 'what am I thinking. I'm traveling with an eccentric wizard, a hung over elf, a jealous King, an entirely too stubborn dwarf and 4 halflings who have no idea what they're getting themselves into. I'm doomed.'
Legolas closed his eyes with a sigh, and shook his head, thinking 'what am I doing? I've got some strange illness that can affect elves and I'm on my way to battle the most evil being since Morgoth. I'll get myself killed and never see Estel again. Ai Elbereth help me.'
Elrond, oblivious to the thoughts the elf and man were having, continued his speech. "On you who travel with him, no oath nor bond is laid to go further than you will. Farewell. Hold to your purpose."
Aragorn glanced at Legolas out of the corner of his eye, Elrond's words running through his head. Each member of the Fellowship had their own purpose for going on this quest.
Frodo's purpose was obvious. Gandalf was their guide. The hobbits were there for Frodo. Gimli, Aragorn suspected was there to prove dwarves were as good as elves. Boromir's purpose was hidden. And Legolas' purpose, Aragorn feared had to do with him.
Aragorn would like to be able to say his full purpose for joining the Fellowship was to protect Frodo, but he had to admit a small part of it was the chance of getting some distance from Legolas. Unfortunately, the elf knew Aragorn too well and his true purpose was to keep the human by his side.
Aragorn turned his attention back to his foster father as he finished his speech and Gandalf said, "The Fellowship awaits the ring-bearer."
While the rest of the Fellowship walked out of Rivendell, Aragorn hung back a minute watching Legolas. The elf was more beautiful than ever, just the sight of him made Aragorn's heart soar. Maybe, just maybe, the time they spent together on this quest would be enough to bridge the gap between them. Maybe their love was strong enough to endure.
Sighing, Aragorn followed the Fellowship out of Rivendell. Whatever the outcome of his relationship with Legolas, there was still a ring to destroy.
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Many of the elves left and went back to whatever it was they had been doing before the Fellowship had left.
Elrond, however, lingered around the square for at least an hour. Finding himself worrying about Frodo, the Ring, Aragorn, Legolas, and just about everything in between.
Finally Elrond left the square, but simply found himself wandering about Rivendell. Waiting was always the hard part … even for an elf. And unfortunately there was very little hope for Frodo and the quest.
Around mid-evening, it felt like 10 or 12 years had passed. Not 10 or 12 hours.
However, Elrond was still alert enough to notice the rider coming upon Imladris. He breathed a sigh of relief when he recognized the rider. Thank the Valar that the rider hadn't come earlier that day.
Farothen was back.
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Farothen urged Roch into an even faster gallop in his effort to get home as soon as possible.
After all, he hadn't seen his ada in over a month now.
Unfortunately Ada wasn't waiting for him when he pulled Roch up to a stop in the main square of Rivendell.
But Elrond was. And he meant just as much to Farothen as Ada did.
"Hello grandfather," Farothen said to Elrond as he dismounted off of Roch.
Elrond simply walked forward and hugged Farothen. An embrace that Farothen returned in full. It didn't matter that Farothen wasn't related by blood. Aragorn was Elrond's son in every way except by blood, so Farothen was his grandson.
"Where is ada?" Farothen asked when he pulled away from Elrond. "I thought he would be here."
Elrond sighed. This was going to be hard to explain. "He has gone on a quest…with Gandalf, a dwarf, 4 halflings, Boromir of Gondor, and…an elf. Legolas of the woodland realm…your other ada."
Farothen stiffened and his eyes widened in surprise. "But…I always knew I was borne of two adas…but how did you…know?"
"Aragorn never told me who if that's what you're wondering," Elrond answered, "but you look too much like the Prince of Mirkwood. If your hair was blond and you had no facial hair, you'd look exactly like him."
Farothen looked visibly shaken. "Where have they gone?" he asked as calmly as he could manage.
"They set out half a day ago on a quest. But it's of the utmost importance that you don't try to follow them. No extra attention should be brought upon the Fellowship," Elrond said.
"Why?" Farothen asked. "What is this Fellowship?"
Elrond quickly explained about the council and what had been decided at it's conclusion.
"You sent my ada on this dangerous quest?" Farothen asked. He looked more worried than angry.
"Sent? No. We both know I could never make your ada do anything," Elrond said with an amused grin.
However, Farothen still had a forlorn expression on his face, so Elrond decided to tell him something to give him hope. Even though Aragorn would probably kill him for it.
"You now Farothen, once the Fellowship crosses the Misty Mountains, they'll probably take refuge in Lorien," Elrond said with a meaningful wink.
Farothen suddenly got an impish grin on his face and quickly ran and jumped on Roch's back. Just as he was about to urge Roch into motion a thought came to him and he looked back at Elrond, "Did you say prince of Mirkwood? My other ada's a prince?"
Elrond barely hid his wince at his slip, "Yes, Legolas is the only son of King Thranduil of Mirkwood."
Farothen got a thoughtful look on his face for a moment before seeming to come to a conclusion and turning back to Elrond. "Namarie grandfather," he yelled as he turned and rode off.
"Namarie," Elrond yelled after him.
This was as close as Elrond could get to telling Legolas without actually telling him. Whatever issues lay between Estel and Legolas, Legolas had a right to know he had a son.
It was time for those two to resolve their problems. Elrond could see that they truly loved one another. This was their second chance.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I think the only Elvish we used in this Chapter…
Namarie - Farwell
Tithen-ernil – Little prince.
It was supposed to be Young prince but I remembered after it was typed up that young is 'neth' not 'tithen'. If there is any other Elvish I forgot to translate, let us know in a review and we'll translate in the next chapter.
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Replies to reviews:
kenobisforever – No we're not done, we've still got far to go. Updates will just be a little slower in coming for a while because Brina went back to college. As for your other question have, or will, (depending on when you read this update) answer in an email instead of here.
Miamouse – I'm glad we were able to bring you to our side with this story. It's really only for the sense of ridiculous and the humor that we write or read it. And as for recommending Second Chance to others, of course we don't mind. We'd be pleased. Thanks.
Lantarmiel – Due to the fact that we've already pretty much got our time table and where we want this story to go all planned out, we'll keep Legolas' due date sometime in Oct. 3019. We plan on taking this story well into year 1 of the forth age. I hope you can stay with us that long.
blue4dogs – You asked about the length of a male elf's pregnancy, we figure it would still last a year. We had Aragorn carry for 10 months because he has some Elvish blood and the child would be getting a small amount of Elvish blood from Aragorn and half from Legolas. Therefore he would be mostly Elven so we gave him an extra month beyond the human pregnancy period.
And to the rest of our reviewers, thanks again for all the support. I'd just like to let you all know, that since there's a specific line we want Gandalf to say later in the story, there will be at least 2 more mpregs in this story. Who and when we won't say now.
Thanks again.
~Becky and Brina~