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 8

"Can I ask some advise from you?" Arathorn, now a strapping young man of 16 asked his two elven teachers nervously. Elrodai had recovered from his near fading all those years ago and had become more and more like his father over the years, but he was alive.

"Of course you can," Elrohir smiled and gestured for the Prince to sit with them as they fletched their arrows in the gardens. "Ask away."

"How do you ask a girl out? Well not a girl in your case but in my case it is and..." Arathorn mumbled quickly, his cheeks turning from pink to crimson in seconds. Elrodai couldn't help but laugh slightly, remembering his talk with his Ada about knowing about love all too well.

"Ah would this be the fair lady Gilraen?" Elrohir asked, having already noted the looks that had been going on between the two. As Arathorn's blush deepened (if possible) to a shade near purple he smiled broadly. "Well I have never asked someone out, they always did the asking but they always did it with a treat, flowers for example. The setting was romantic, the rose garden would be perfect."

"But what if she says no?" Arathorn asked, having nodded to the advice.

"I don't think she's going to say no," Elrodai said knowingly.

"You're sure?" Arathorn asked, wanting a final reasurance.

"With flowers, the rose garden and possibly sunset behind you question...no, I don't think she'll say no," Elrodai said, touching the 16 year olds cheek. A bright smile was on the young face as he thanked them and ran off to prepare to ask her out. "That's so sweet."

"I think you're getting sentimental in you're old age," Elrohir told him as seriously as he could manage in the circumstance. Elrodai laughed and smacked his father on the shoulder as neither of them actually looked thier ages which was nearly 100 for Elrodai and nearly 1500 for Elrohir.

"You can talk about being old..." he sniggered, reseaving a playful push for his cheek.

It was that night at dinner, when Arathorn was sat next to Gilraen and talking easilly that Elrodai asked a question that Elrohir had expected when he was a child but had never come,

"Ada, who was my other father?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I started thinking earlier when we gave the Prince advise...but then I've alway's wondered but when anyone mentioned it you seemed to get upset. If it hurts too much don't tell me," Elrodai said quickly.

"Your father...you are right my son, it does hurt to think of him, to know that I am not with him," Elrohir said slowly, "We met when I about you're age visiting my grand partents in Lorien, I though he was beautiful the first time i laid eyes on him but father didnot like him, he was a lower status than me and at the time Ada thought it was important for me to marry someone of my own station, nto for love. He's changed his views now but then...well w sarted to meet in secret, we fell in love. And then I had to go home and it was then I found out I was pregnant."

"What was his name?" Elrodai asked, looing almost like a child as he was told ths story.

"Rumil," Elrohir all but sighed. "Rumil, Border Guard of Lothlorien." He turned to his son and cupped his chin gently, "You have his eyes." Elrodai watched as tears formed in his father's eyes and felt guilty for asking.

"Ada..."

"I'm going to retire now my son, I shall see you in the morning," elrohir said, giving a teary smile before he rose, bowed to the royal table and walked out of the hall.

"Is something wrong with you're father Elrodai?" Arador asked, watching the sad elf leave.

"No, he just...just told me about my other father that's all. If you'll excuse me I'm not hungry any more," Elrodai said, rising. He too bowed to the royals before heading to his room to write a letter, one he would probably never send, a letter to his father, Rumil, Border Guard of Lothlorien.

Things were not going badly in the world, more and more attacks were happening around the land of Gordor, Orcs were gradually getting closer and closer to the main city. Nearly a hundred people had been killed, and over 200 had lost their homes.

"Is it bad?" Elrodai asked as he and his father stood on a balcony overlooking the lower parts of the city, a very crowded city now. Elrohir nodded sadly. "Will we stay?"

"We have no where else to go my son and we gave our word to protect the King and his family so protect him we will," Elrohir said calmly.

"Good, I didn't want to disagree with you if you had wanted to go for I would have stayed," Elrodai sighed and turned his back on the view, looking into the room. "It's times like these I miss Aradhed the most. I miss his way of calming me, of stopping my fears, of making me forget everytihng thats wrong in the world." Elrohir touched his sons shoulder lightly.

"He's still here Elrodai, in this palace, in this room, in you," Elrohir said quietly.

"I know he is, I just wish he was here here. I must go and check the guards Ada, I will return when I am finished Ada," Elrodai walked towards the door but stopped with his hand on the handle as his father spoke quietly once more,

"With time my son you will move on, will not feel that ache, you may even learn to love another, another that would help you in ways I cannot."

"You never moved on from Rumil ada, I don't think I will ever move on from Aradhed." And then he left in silence, leaving his saddened father alone.

"I wish to get married." The announcement startled the group only slightly.

"To who my son?" Arador asked, smiling slightly.

"Lady Gilraen."

"And have you asked the young lady?"

"Yes..."

"And she said...?"

"Yes."

"Well then I guess we have a royal wedding to plan."

A/N 5 more chapters...