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 9

Time had passed quickly in the realm of Gondor, the King had unfortunately been killed soon after his son's wedding during an abmush and his wife had committed suicide to be with him. Therefore Arathorn's coronation was a sad affair as he was greiving for both his parents. And now trajedy was threatening to strike again.

"AAAAHHHHHHH!" the pained cry echoed through the corridor bringing tears from Arathorn's eyes as he thought of his wife, alone in there with the healers, sturuggling to give birth to their child. Elrohir had his arms around the young King to offer what little support he could.

"I can't loose her as well, I can't," Arathorn sobbed pathetically. Elrodai put his hands on the King's shoulders and squeezed gently, it was all he could do. Another pain cry brought a whimper from the King. "It shouldn't be this bad, it shouldn't be taking this long."

"It will be alright," Elrohir said quietly, although even he was uncertain it would be alright. The loudest scream oft he lot broke the air before it stoped suddenly, causing Arathorn to sit bolt upright. The cry's of a baby brought relieved smiles from the three of them, especially when the door opened and a healer walked out with a bundle in her arms, hanging it to Arathorn.

"You're son my King," she said quietly, bowing politely.

"And my wife?" Arathorn asked, holding the baby close. The woman flinched.

"The Queen is still with us but only time can tell if she will remain so, we are doing all we can. I must return," she bowed once more before entering the room again. Arathorn had tears falling down his cheeks as he looked down at the tiny baby.

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

"Aragorn," Arathorn said, sroking his sons cheeks. "Oh please don't let her die, please don't let her die," he began to sob pathetically so Elrodai took the baby from him, allowing his father to hold the King close and rock him back and forth.

The Queen did not die, but she was very weak for the majority of Aragorn's childhood. Therefore he was raised by men and was a very masculine child, almost to the point where he detested girls his own age of older.

"Girl's are icky," the 4 year old told his parents and guardians as they ate their breakfast.

"Why do you say that my son?" Gilraen asked with a smile.

"They always hug me and try and kiss me and hold my hand and they cry all the time. They're really icky, I hope I never have a sister or fall in love," Aragorn said knowingly as he picked up his knife and fork. "And they talk weird." Elrodai sniggered slightly into his hand.

"They aren't so bad once you've grown up," Arathorn said to his son diplomatically. Aragorn was about to reply to his father when the door burst open the chief of the guards ran in, looking almost terrified.

"My King, we are under attack!" Arathorn jumped up from his seat in anger.

"Elrohir, protect my family," he ordered, kissing his wife passionatly before rushing out with the chief of the guard. Aragorn was looking frightened and Elrodai picked him up as Elrohir helped Gilraen to her feet.

"We'd better go to you're quaters my queen."

"Mother what's going on? I'm firghtened?" Aragorn asked as he sat on his mothers lap in her rooms. Elrohir was outside in the hallway, his long knives drawn in readiness should any one try to get to the Queen and Prince. Elrodai was stood inside the door just in case his father didn't manage to stop anyone, just in case.

"Nothings going to happen Aragorn, don't be frightened," Gilraen said, trying her best to sound calm. Elrodai looked back and them before returning his gaze back to the door, this wasn't fair on such a kind woman and such a young boy. It was then piercing screams filled the air along with swords classes and war cries. "Oh no..."

"Mother.." Aragorn bueried his head in her shoulder and she held him tightly. Elrodai bit his lip nervously, he wished he was out there with his father, he wanted to know what was going.

Out in the hallway things were not going too well, Men had rushed the lone elf but Elrohir was a good fighter and had already taken many of them down. His long knives moved like blurs around him, blocking and killing the men. He vaguelly heard the sound of a bow being pulled taught but had no time to register it until an arrow slammed into his thigh.

He cried out and dropped onto one knee, only just managing to block a sword that would have taken his head off. With a growl he continued fighting, quickly looking for the archer. When he found the man, who was only young, he dropped one of his long knives and drew a shorter one before flinging it at the man. It hit him in the thoat.

"Bastard! That was my son!" one of the men attacking him shouted, starting to attack even move ferosiously. Elrohir didn't have time to pick up his long knife and could only dodge out of the way, his lone knife held up in defense.

"Get in there and kill the fucking royals!" a man shouted from down the corridor. More men rushed along the corridor, Elrohir had no chance alone.

"Elrodai! Protect the Queen!" His voice hurt from shouting so loud but he still roared and started fighting the attackers, feeling himself being wounded numerous times. The door had been kicked in and he saw his son fighting like the warrior he truly was inside.

Aragorn was screaming, the poor boy was terrified. Gilrean had backed into a corner and pushed her son behind her, watching fearfully as the two elves fought but it seemed hopeless. Her husband was most likely already dead and now it looked like these elves would die for them too. Elrodai gasped as a sword cut deeply into his arm and Aragorn screamed once more.

One of the men had survived and dodged past the wounded elf and made for the Queen. She screamed, then she was silenced, silence forever by the sword that cruelly slash down the front of her body. As he life left her she fell, revealing the screaming boy behind her to the man with madness glinting in his eyes, but just as he rose his sword to kill the boy his own life was ended from behind by an elvish knife.

"Aragorn!" Elrodai gasped, picking the little boy up quickly. The men were dead but more would undoubtedly arrive soon, they must flee.

"Mother!" Aragorn was screaming. Elodai sheilded the boy with his own body as he ran out into the corridor, finding his father barely conscious leaning on the wall. "No! Go back! WE must save mother!"

"My Prince, no one can save your mother now," Elrodai told him sadly. "Ada we must get away from here."

"The Queen, the King..." Elrohir siad weakly, his voice laced with pain.

"The Queen is gone," Aragorn wailed, "I have not seen the King. Ada we must go."

"Aye...but where?" Elrohir was in so much pain he could barely think.

"To the elves, Ada, they'll have to help us," Elrodai said quietly. When Elrohir went to protest Elrodai interupted him, "We have no where else to go Ada, we must keep Aragorn safe, we must." Elrohir sighed.

"You are right my son, I just wish we had more choices," Elrohir admitted. "We'd best go then my son, you'd best carry Aragorn for now."

"How long will it take us to ride to Rivendell?" Elrodai asked as they hurriedly prepared their horses. Aragorn was stood at the stable door, checking to see if the coast was still clear, that no men were coming towards them.

"About a week," Elrohir gasped and pressed his hand to a cut on his side.

"Ok, when we stop tonight I'm going to treat your wounds," Elrodai said.

"And I'll treat yours. Aragorn, come here," Elrohir called. The boy ran over and Elrohir picked him up, placing him on the horse. "Aragorn will ride with me my son."

"Of course Ada," Elrodai jumped onto his own horse. Elrohir climbed up behind the Prince of men and together they manouvered their horses out into the courtyard, keeping their eyes out for the men. "My King!" Elrodai gasped as he saw one of the bodies lying face up on the ground, the young King had three arrows in his chest but still he held his sword in his hands, he died fighting.

"Father," Aragorn began to sob again.

"It's alright Aragorn, you're parents are together and happy, plus you are still with us and we shall never leave you," Elrohir said kindly to the poor boy, hugging him tightly as they galloped on through the large city, avoiding the many men and arrows and out into the countryside.

"You promise?" Aragorn asked.

"Yes Aragorn, of course we promise," Elrodai said loudly so that he would be heard. Aragorn, tired out by te day, by loosing his parents and by crying fell asleep quickly in Elrohir's arms. And so the two elves galloped away from the lives they had known and to a place of Elrohir's past, his 'home'.

A/N It might be a while till I update, I am having trouble writing the next chapter but I'm giving it a go...I mean if I didn't you'd kill me right? Yup, thought so. Anyway 4 more chapters to go.