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 6

6 Years Later,

Arador was pacing the room restlessly while the others sat. Aragor, now grey haired and hunched over smiled at his eldest's nervousness. His other son was sat between two elves, one whose head was on his lap. Aradhed played with his husbands hair, smiling at his brother.

"Pacing will do you no good Arador," Elrohir told the Prince who had once been his pupil. "Children take as much time as they want when coming."

"But what if something goes wrong?" Arador asked nervously.

"If the worst happens they will do what was done to me and I am still here am I not?" Elrohir asked, referring to how his father had had to cut open his stomach to get Elrodai out of him.

"Yes, you are but..." he broke off as a particularly loud shout from his wife came through the door, followed closely by a babies wail. "I-I'm a..." The door opened and a midwife came out.

"You're majesty, you have a healthy baby boy," she said to Arador.

"A...boy?" he asked in amazement. "Can I...?" He gestured to the door.

"Yes you may go in," the midwife said, "But only for a little while, she's tired." The group walked in, some slower than others and saw the future queen lying in her bed with a bundle in her arms, a bundle crying very loudly.

"My son," Arador whispered.

"What are you going to call him?" Aragor asked.

"Arathorn, can we call him Arathorn?" he asked his wife. She smiled before nodding.

"I like that name," Aragor said. Elrohir smiled and put an arm around his son. "Who will you apoint as his protectors?" (Think Godparents.) The new parents looked at each other and seemed to have a conversation through their eyes before nodding.

"Elrohir and Elrodai." The two elves looked startled.

"A good choice, one I would have chosen myself," Aragor said proudly. The two elves stared at him and then at the couple.

"Are you sure?" Elrodai asked.

"Yes, I am very sure. You will be the best Protecters a parent could want," Arador said sincerely, managing to bring a tear to Elrohir's eye.

"I am honoured," he said, bowing slightly. Elrodai did the same, taking his husbands hand as he did so. The queen to be smiled tiredly and yawned.

"Right, now I must insist that you leave the lady to rest while I take care of the babe," the midwife said strictly, picking up the wailing child and started to calm him. "Out."

"We're going," Aragor smiled at the woman before moving slowly out of the room. The others followed until only Arador was left kissing his wife 'goodnight'.

It was almost a year after the Prince's birth when tragedy struck. Aragor took sick, terribly sick. It was unlikely that the elderly King would survive longer than a month. Elrohir, his trusted servant and friend stayed by his side day and night, keeping him company, telling him things, comforting him.

"Keep an eye on Arador for me," Aragor said weakly.

"I will," Elrohir smiled down at his friend. "I want to thank you, for everything you've given me. You gave me a life again and a place to raise my son."

"It was probably the best decision I ever made, bringing you into our lives," Aragor said, a smile on his face, "The laughter you brought with you, your son, everything, I'll miss that." Elrohir smiled sadly, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

"I'll still be here, with you're sons, I alway's will be here," Elrohir promised. "That way I'll alway's be with you. My King, my true King." Aragor smiled but suddenly his face fell and he gasped for breath. "Aragor?"

"The end is near. Where are my sons? Where are my boys?" Aragor's voice was filled with panic and fear.

"I'll get them, I'll get them," Elrohir rushed to the door and ordered a passing servant to fetch the Prince's quickly. He was holding the dying King's hand when the Prince's ran in with Elrodai.

"Father," Arador gasped, falling to his knees and taking the other hand. "Father please don't go." Tears were falling down everyone's cheaks as Aragor drew deep breathes.

"You can't stop what has to happen my sons," Aragor smiled at them. "My brave little sons, you'll learn to be without me."

"But I don't want to learn to be without you," Aradhed sobbed, resting his head on his fathers cheast. Letting go of Elrohir's hand Aragor placed it on the back of his youngest sons head.

"You will be fine. Arador...Arador you will be a great King and Arathorn too, great King's," Aragor's voice was getting quieter. "And Aradhed, you have a husband so perfect for you, you'll live a happy life with him, I just know it."

"Father..." Arador whispered. Their heart's were breaking inside them.

"It's alright, I'm not afraid. I'm going to see you're mother again, we'll be together once more," Aragor said, a smile gracing his face. "Just promise me you won't join me there for a long long time, I want you to live, long and happy lives. Don't greive for me, don't miss me too much."

"Father please...don't go..." Aradhed sobbed.

"Nelisa?" Aragor asked weakly, calling for his wife who had died giving borth to Aradhed. "Goodbye my boys, I will miss you." He gave one last gasping breath, his eyes closing and he died, a smile on his face.

"Father..." Aradhed started to cry wildly, his hands fisting in his father's shirt. "Father please..." Elrodai knelt by his husband and pulled him to him gently, letting him hit his cheast weakly, feeling no pain, only wanting to give comfort. Elrohir walked around the bed to Arador who was also crying and rested his hands on the Prince's shoulders, squeezing gently.

"Father..." Arador sobbed, "Oh Father..."

An entire Kingdom would not stop crying that day as all mourned for the death of King Aragor, ruler of Gondor.

A/N I cried when I wrote this! I've never done that before...