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 ByChapter 13,
Years and years had passed since they returned, Aradhed was now a teenager and very similar to how Elrodai was at the age of 16. To add to this Aragorn was now nearing his 21st birthday and had plans to join the Ranger's of the North, and a good Ranger he would make.
"They will arrive here two days before your birthday celebrations Estel and then a few days after, you may leave with them if you so wish," Elrond said sadly. Estel, that was another thing. After a year of living with the elves Elrond had decided it was too dangerous to call Aragorn by his name and so the pet name was created, by Elrodai actually. Aragorn was the hope of men, the Estel of men.
"I do want to leave Ada," Estel said sincerely, "I've always wanted to be a ranger ever since they visited when I was little." Elrond nodded and walked to the library balcony. Elrohir was in the gardens with Rúmil and their daughter Lóte, who had just turned 3, his stomach swollen with their fourth child. "What do you think it will be Ada? A boy or a girl?"
"I hope another girl, I would love to have another granddaughter," Elrond smiled at his adopted son. "But I expect you hope for another boy don't you? Another nephew?" Aragorn chuckled and nodded.
"If only Elladan would pluck up the courage to ask Tindé to marry him, then you could have even more grandchildren," Aragorn said, "She'd say yes if he did." Elrond smiled and nodded.
"Go and enjoy your last few days with us Estel, leave me be to plan you birthday celebrations," Elrond kissed Aragorn on the forehead gently before pushing the young human towards the door. War was looming in the air of middle earth once more the Elf Lord knew that. He just didn't know when or where the war would start. He just hoped it would be after Aragorn's lifetime so that his adoptive son would not get caught up in a war that would claim so many lives…
"Up daddy, up!" Lóte cried, holding her arms up to Rúmil who chuckled and obliged, swinging his daughter up into the air before resting her on his hip. She'd actually been an accident which was why she was so much younger than her brothers, but in no way did her parents regret their accident. In fact after realising that they could still create children they'd gone on to create another.
"How is my beautiful girl today?" he asked.
"Ok," she busied herself in braiding some of his hair. Elrohir smiled before wincing as their new baby reminded him that it was still there. "Daddy let me listen to the baby and Dai taught me a poem instead of the boring paragraph."
"A poem eh?" Rúmil asked, smiling at Elrohir who was rubbing his stomach gently. "Why don't you tell me it?" And so Lóte did, far to fast to actually be understood but Rúmil congratulated her none the less. "Where are your brothers?"
"Archering."
"That's not a real word dear," Elrohir said kindly, easing himself down onto the bench.
"It is, I think it is."
"Shall we go and find them?" Rúmil asked. Lóte nodded enthusiastically. "We'll be back soon love," Rúmil bent to kiss Elrohir's lips gently, "Look after our son."
"You don't know it's a boy yet."
"Oh it will be."
"Don't get your hopes up, you never know." Elrohir watched a butterfly resting lightly on a flower and didn't notice the person approaching him until someone sat beside him.
"Ada's worried about something," Elladan said quietly to his twin.
"Probably the fact that you still haven't proposed to her," Elrohir smiled at Elladan.
"No it's more than that, he hasn't told me but I think it has something to do with the Great War, Sauron and the rings of power. He's been reading those books from the library," Elladan said sadly, "And I'm simply taking my time before proposing."
"Don't wait too long," Elrohir said with a sigh, "I can't be the only one to provide the new generations of Rivendell."
"If there is to be a future of Rivendell. I'm worried there will be another war…"
"There won't be brother, that was sorted out years ago. Ada was probably just remembering the old days. You know how he is," Elrohir winced as his baby kicked once again, "This one sure is a kicker, much worse than all the others."
"Maybe he'll be a warrior when he grows up then."
"It might not be a he, it might be a strong willed and good kicking girl."
"I'll leave you alone then, I was on my way to the archery courts," Elladan rose with another smile, "I'm still worried about the future of Middle Earth brother and you should be too, peace can only last for so long."
"You worry too much…" Elrohir smiled at his twin as he left and then contented himself with watching the world go by. What could Elladan be so worried about? Elrohir had a loving family and a happy home, life was good. There was nothing to worry about.
If only that had been true for at that moment, Bilbo Baggin's set of on his first great adventure…
The End.
A/N If you hadn't guessed this is where the Hobbit starts he he. If you want a sequel just tell me but I'm just happy to have for the first time finished a story!