Disclaimer:...what a shock I do own some! Wow! Elrodai, Aragor, Arador, and Aradhed are my creations, mostly Aragorn's ancestors but meh.
WARNING - MPREG
A/N Elrond may seem a little OOC but it is necessary for the storyline to work.
Summary: Elrohir is pregnant, refusing to reveal the other father for reason's unknown reasons and so, 2 weeks after the birth, he takes his son and flees...
As Time Goes By
Chapter 2
Elrohir could hear many men talking ahead and decided to take a detour route around them so as not to risk confrontation if they turned out to be violent. His plan would have worked...if Dai hadn't started to bawl his little lungs out, shockingly loud.
"Who's there!"
"That was a babies cry!"
"Hush Dai," Elrohir whispered to his son, "Hush."
"Who's there?" the first man repeated. The bushes infront of Elrohir's horse moved and when appeared, his sword drawn Elrohir's horse reared in an attempt to save it's master. However this didn't work as Elrohir lost his grip and fell onto the floor, only just making sure Dai was safetly in his arms. The horse continued rearing, bringing forth a errified shout from the man, "This horse is mad!"
"Taldur!" Elrohir called out to his horse and the horse calmed immediatly, turning around to his master, looking worried (if that's possible) and blowing into Elrohir's face gently, "It's alright Taldur, just calm down."
"It's an elf," the man gasped. "It's an elf sir, with a baby!"
"An elf with a baby?" anouther man asked increadulously as he appeared through the bush. "Not a danger then," he said looking at Elrodai who was crying harder from his fall.
"I don't think so my lord, they fell off the horse," the first man said, sheathing his sword. Elrohir noticed that while this one was dressed in the common garb of a warrior the others clothes were of fine quality and material.
"Fell off? Are you alright?" he asked Elrohir worriedly.
"I am fine," Elrohir said, still trying to calm Elrodai.
"Is your son alright?" the man asked, kneeling by the elf.
"He's frightened of you're men and from the fall," Elrohir said, "Eho are you?"
"King Aragor of Gondor, on a hunting trip with my eldest son," the man said kindly. "Would you care to join us for a meal to show our apologies for injuring you?"
"My King..." the other man protested quietly, "We do not know who he is..."
"I am Elrohir and this is my son Elrodai," Elrohir said, just loud enough to be heard, "And I would be honoured to join you...if only to calm my son down, I have a feeling he won't want to get on a horse again for a while." He rose gracefully, using his free hand to rub his throbbing bottom in an attempt to make the pain diminish.
There were four other men at a fire, one only a boy of about 12. They appeared to be weither cooking, slicing vegetables or sharpening knives...a normal scene around a campfire.
"Whose that father?" the boy asked, jumping up to his feet.
"This is Elrohir and his son," Aragor said to the group, not just his son. Then he turned to Elrohir, "And these are my most trusted men and my eldest son, Arador."
"How old is he?" Arador asked, walking up to Elrohir.
"Just over a month," Elrohir smiled down at the now calm but fussy Elrodai.
"Isn't he a bit young to be travelling?" Aragor asked, a frown on his face.
"I had no choice but to leave my home, infact I no longer have a home," Elrohir said sadly.
"Can I hold him?" Arador asked tentatively. Elrohir smiled at the young boy and lifted Elrodai out of his sling. The baby was now quite happy to be handed to the boy and taken closer to the fire, playing with him, tickling his stomach.
"What did you mean by not having a home anymore?" Aragor asked Elrohir.
"Elrodai is illegitimate, my father wanted me to give him away, I refused so I had to leave," Elrohir said sadly.
"Well then it must be luck that you ran into us for I consider myself to be a 'just man' and if it suits you I would be honoured if you would come and live in Minas Tirith with me," Aragor offered kindly.
"You mean that? You've known me 5 minutes and you offer me a home?" Elrohir asked.
"Aye. I believe you are a kind person, one in need of a home and a place to raise your son safetly. Plus you can help my sons in the study of your race." Elrohir smiled at the kind words that the King of men spoke.
"Then, if that is how you truly feel, I would be glad to raise my son in your home."
"Good, now is there enough of that stew to go around because I don't know about you but I am starved!"
A/N Most of the chapters are gonna be this length btw, sorry, but it just helps splitup the timeline etc.