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"Ada?" A questioning voice made Aragorn look up from the paperwork he was signing. "Eldarion, ion Nin (my son), what are you doing up at this time of night?" With those words he invited the boy into his study. Small feet padded on the rug before finally settling in front of Aragorn. The King reached over and while lifting the boy in the air, he settled him in his lap. Eldarion relaxed at once against the King's strong chest and while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he answered to his father. "Couldn't sleep."

"Yes, that would explain why you are on my lap. What was the reason why you could not sleep?" Aragorn rubbed the boy's dark wavy hair, a small shudder going to Eldarion's frame when his father's hand touched his gently pointed ear. It was not quite as pointy as those of the Elves but neither was it the round human ear that Aragorn had.

Eldarion fingered the pendant he was wearing before shifting his gaze back to that of his father and he answered. "Ada, you promised me once that you would tell me about the Eldar and the one you love. Is that time here yet?" Aragorn looked back at his son and saw the pendant that he had wore through the long years off the quest, the proof of Arwen's words to him.

"I do not know, what have you heard?" Aragorn was always truthful with his son and treated him as much as he could as an equal. His kingly duties kept him busy but he made sure that he was the one putting Eldarion to bed at night and telling him stories from his own childhood, from his adventures of him as a Ranger and funny stories about what had happened in the council that day that would amuse the boy.

"One of the councillors said that you were still grieving for Naneth and then they said that you were a lover of males but you did not want to get married again, why don't you want to be happy, Ada?" Eldarion's lip quivered and Aragorn smiled gently, so that had been what had been bothering the boy.

Lately Aragorn had noticed that Eldarion had not come to him, instead choosing to keep his problems for himself but he was only three years old, very mature for his age but still a three year old. The King, knowing his son like no other, had left him until the boy would come to him or until something would happen and he needed to take action. The former had now happened.

"For the one I love and who is my soul mate is no longer here. I could probably say that when you are older you will understand but for some reason I do not think that the answer will satisfy you. I can only give you so many answers now, Eldarion, not because I do not want them but because you will not understand." Aragorn gently explained.

"But Ada, surely you can tell me why you love males and where did your soul mate go and who is he?" Eldarion persisted, looking in his father's grey eyes. "Ai, so much like your mother, are you not, my little one?" Aragorn smiled and while lifting his son in the air, he closed the door and then settled in a chair in front of the fireplace, settling the child in a chair opposite him. Eldarion waited until his father was seated before he hopped out of the chair and back into Aragorn's lap. Aragorn smiled again when he saw the child's actions before saying. "Alright, what is it you wish to know?"

"What was Naneth like?" Eldarion watched his father's reaction from his position on the King's lap.

"She was a very special person, she was the most beautiful off all the Elves, hence her name, Arwen Undomiel, which in the common tongue means Evenstar, the beauty that will never diminish, which she never did. Her laughter was as clear as water running through a forest on a spring day. I have never seen her angry and she was be willing to sacrifice everything for somebody else to be happy, in the end I had to sacrifice everything for her to be happy. I never loved her as she deserved, she should have been with somebody who would concur the world for her and hand it to her, something I would never do. I loved her when she was my wife but if I had a choice I would have sent her away with her family." Aragorn paused to pull himself together; he was still having trouble with this after three years.

"But she loved you?" Eldarion smiled no longer. Aragorn nodded and he answered. "Yes, I was blessed for that love but I did not want it. You are much alike her. You both love music and she loved books. She would have been so proud off you, I am sure of it, just like I am proud off you."

"But Ada how did she die?" Eldarion looked at his father and could see the look of pain in his handsome features.

"She died when she gave birth to you; the Valar took her back into their arms because they did not want her to die a mortal doom."

Eldarion fell silent, asking next. "Is it my fault that she died? Because if I would never be born then she would never have died." Aragorn shushed the Half-Elf with a stern look that the King normally saved for his councillors.

"Eldarion Telcontar, you listen to me and you listen well, never was it your fault for coming into our lives that your mother left this world. She would have died anyway, leaving this world when I do. By no fault of yours has she passed on, do you understand?"

Eldarion nodded swiftly, he had never seen his father this angry, and including the time he had managed to break twenty windows of the castle. A soft knock on the door and Aragorn turned his attention away while calling. "Enter." Faramir popped his head in the doorway, smiling when he saw the young prince sitting on the King's lap. "Yes, Faramir?" Aragorn questioned, looking at the steward before standing up and while putting his son back on the chair, he took the papers on his desk and gave them to the man.

"I am sorry to intrude, Elessar, just came to get these, ah, you have them all done. There might still be hope for you yet. Do you wish to call the nurse to put Eldarion back into bed?" Faramir walked in after the quick exchange of questions. Aragorn smiled at the man and answered. "No, Faramir, I do not think it will be necessary. I shall put him to bed myself, as a matter of fact I wish to have the day off tomorrow if possible, I wish to show archery to Eldarion here, my brothers keep on claiming I shall not be able to teach him, I have to prove them otherwise, the honour of Gondor is at stake. I was just talking to him, you should retire, I am sure Eowyn is waiting for you."

Faramir bowed briefly before answering. "As you wish, I shall see what I can do. Goodnight Eldarion, Elessar." Eldarion only waved at the Steward while Aragorn turned back to his son and said. "Shall we go to our chambers? I grow weary off this study; too much time has been spent here." A nod was all he got from his son while the youngster stood and hopped off the chair, walking in front of his father to their own private chambers.

Once they got there, Aragorn closed the door while his son sat back on the bed, feet dangling off the bed while his father pulled off his formal robes and slipped into something a little bit more easily. "Ada, who is Legolas?" Eldarion asked.

The King turned so abruptly that it caught the prince off guard. There was a look of shock on the man's face and Eldarion could see the pendant that his father wore for as long as he could remember shining brightly on his bare chest. "How do you know of him?" The King stuttered, shock in his voice this time at this turn of events.

"I walked in your room one morning and you said right before you woke "Amin mela lle, Legolas. (I love you, Legolas). Who is Legolas?" Eldarion asked once again.

"Do you know what it means?" Aragorn asked, rubbing his eyes while still standing there.

"I am not sure but I think it means something with love." Eldarion answered, hoping and praying his father was not mad at him. Aragorn sat down on one knee and said while extending his arms. "Come here."

Eldarion obeyed and stood in front of his father. "Do you trust me, meleth?" He nodded while the question was asked and watched the smile play over his father's lips and the love in his eyes takes more shine. "Then close your eyes." He obeyed again and felt the warmth of his father's chest press against his cheek.

He heard his father's heart softly thump inside his chest and felt a surge of safety soar through him and his father's voice vibrating softly in his chest. "Remember that time that I told you that my heart beats with love for you, well it does not only for you but for Legolas as well."

Eldarion opened his eyes and moved away from his Adar, looking in the King's grey eyes. They held nothing more then utterly love and naked pain, pain which he had never seen before. "Ada?" He asked softly.

"It is time for you to know the truth, Eldarion, to know the one I truly love." Aragorn answered, walking to the bed.

"It is Legolas, is it not? Faramir said to Eowyn that you could not live without him." Eldarion demanded, not moving from his spot.

Aragorn turned and a sad smile played on his lips while he answered. "Aye, it is him, it has always been him. I do not expect you to understand, or to accept it, I just wish for you to hear it from me instead of lies and rumours off the council." He sat down on the bed, waiting for Eldarion to join him, which the boy did.

"Alright, you better settle for this one, for it shall be long…" With those words Aragorn began to tell the short cutted tale of how he and Legolas met, explaining to his son why he loved the Elf so much. At the end of the story, he asked, tears barely in check. "So what do you think of your Adar now, I am a disappointment, aren't I? First killing your Naneth and then driving the one I love away, I understand if you cannot accept it."

Eldarion fingered the pendant on his father's chest. The arrow with a leave through it and he smiled and said. "Greenleaf, he was one of the nine walkers." He then cocked his head and brushed a tear away when it fell down Aragorn's cheek. "You are not a disappointment, it makes you seem normal. And besides it is okay if you are in love with a male, by the sound of Legolas, he sounds like fun; I want to marry somebody like that. I am still proud to call you Ada." He smiled gently.

Aragorn sniffed in an unkinglike manner, drawing his son in a hug, his tears no longer holding back but running freely down his cheeks, he kissed his son's cheek and said. "I am so blessed to have you."

Eldarion wiggled and said. "Ada please let me go." The King laughed in his rough voice and released the boy.

Aragorn sat back against the bed, relaxing into the too many pillows that lay on top of it. They had been the reason off many of the curse words Eldarion had learned off the King. Unintended though it was, Aragorn had to walk around every morning, laying them back on, cursing the many pillows loudly and much to the amusement of his son. Eldarion crawled over to him and rested his head on his father's daunt abdomen. He then sat back up and asked. "Ada, can Elves get pregnant?"

Aragorn's gaze turned back towards his own and he grinned before he shook his head, shaking with silent laughter while answering in hiccups. "No, Ion nin, they cannot, Arwen Undomiel bore you, as she had intended too. Females can only give birth."

Silence rang through the room and Aragorn picked up a book from the table and started reading. "Ada, can you tell me how they do that?" Aragorn dropped the book with a groan and said. "I think it is time for bed, this will be a talk we will have when you are older, much older." With those words he chased the boy across the room, trying to get him into bed.

Right before he got into bed, he could hear Legolas telling him he did a good job, he smiled at the stars and said in a hush whisper. "Not much longer and then I shall come to you, meleth, prepare."

Across the ocean in the West, the Elf in question received the promise and smiled, saying. " I shall await that day, my lover."

Hope you like it. Next chapter Gimli and Legolas in Valinor, what do you want to see then?