Discl. : Lotr does not belong to me
Warnings: AU, M/M, MPREG,
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas,
Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews!

Chapter 2
by clio leanan sidhe

Legolas was restless and so were the children inside of him. He did not know what was wrong but his body seemed to be in pain and he cried out for Aragorn. Instead of his beloved he stared at Elrond the time he opened his eyes and saw that the elf was worried. "What's happening..." Legolas whispered, trying to wet his lips with the tip of his tongue.

Elrond placed his hand on Legolas' forehead and felt an unusually warmth coming from the pale skin. "Arwen!" He cried out, knowing that his daughter was waiting on the other side of the door.

Arwen quickly ran inside and gasped, hiding her mouth behind her hands when she saw her friend. "What is wrong?" She asked and looked at her father.

Elrond did not answer her. "Fetch the healers, I need their help." He told her and heard her leave without questioning him. Elrond frowned, looking down at the blond elf. Legolas' eyes were shifting around and so now and then they grew vacant. His breathing wasn't even and his face was flushed.

"Aragorn..." Legolas whispered softly, needing the man at his side. He didn't understand why he was feeling such pain but it was driving him crazy and he was starting to feel somewhat scared and afraid for the ones inside of him.

Arwen ran through the halls of Rivendell, hoping that the healers were close. She did not understand what was wrong with her friend. She had warned her father after seeing Legolas tossing around in his bed, sweat trickling down his face in small streams and the soft moaning of his companion's name. A cry left her lips, hoping that nothing was wrong with Legolas' children. But she feared that there was.

O O O

Aragorn was also restless, affected by the dreams which came to him that night. He dreamt of his companion in pain and his dreams made him wake in the middle of the night. He looked around to see that the rest of the fellowship, except for Glorfindel, were asleep. Glorfindel was sitting close to the group, his back turned towards them. Aragorn pushed himself up and walked over to Glorfindel. He saw the blonde elf shift and knew that Glorfindel had heard him before he had even sat down. He knew that the blonde elf who had easily become a great friend to him on their journey was still shaken by the Balrog and Aragorn often played with the thought in his head to give Glorfindel the choice of staying in Lothlorien.

"It would be wise to sleep." Glorfindel decided and gave Aragorn a sideways glance, drawing the man away from his thoughts.

Aragorn nodded in agreement. "I agree with you Glorfindel," He started. "But I awoke, I dreamt of Legolas."

This drew Glorfindel's full attention and he turned to look at the dark haired man. "Hopefully they were not bad dreams..."

Aragorn sighed. "They were Glorfindel.." He muttered. "Legolas was in pain, he reached out for me and called my name."

Glorfindel nodded. "I see." He mumbled.

Aragorn looked up at the sky and stayed silent for a long time, wondering why he had dreamt of Legolas. Of course his nights were filled with images of Legolas very often but they were never like this. It worried him.

"We will be arriving in Lothlorien soon." Glorfindel said, trying to start a new conversation.

"Yes." Aragorn said, his heart clenching. As Lothlorien grew closer so did the meeting with Firiël, Aragorn was sure of this. And all though he loved Legolas deeply he wondered how he would react on the elf that was so boldly taken away from him.

"You know what that means..." Glorfindel stated and gave Aragorn another look. He also remembered the elf that was Aragorn's lover before the companion he now had.

"Yes, I do." Aragorn said and looked at Glorfindel. "I know all to well."

O O O

Elrond was glad to see that Legolas was now in an uneasy sleep. His eyes were open and vacant but his breathing had become even again. He looked at the two healers at his side.

One of the healers looked down at the blonde elf. "The children are coming but not without complications."

Elrond nodded in agreement.

"Maybe even with danger." The other healer added and gave Elrond a worried look.

Elrond nodded again and then he opened his mouth to speak. "Yes I know, but we have to try our best." He decided.

"But what if we will have to face a choice?" The left healer asked and shifted his gaze from Legolas to Elrond. "Between the children or the prince?"

Elrond looked down at Legolas for a while and then he looked up at the healer. "Let us hope that is not a choice we will have to make."

O O O

Arwen gasped on the other side of the door when she heard those words coming from her father. She covered her mouth with her hands to stifle the gasp, afraid that the ones inside might hear her. She quickly made her way back to her own room and sat down behind the small desk.

Arwen rummaged around in a couple of drawers and took out a piece of parchment. Aragorn needed to know about this, so he would be given a choice to return to his companion before the birth of the children. She started writing but after the first couple of words her hand trembled and she stopped writing.

The dark haired elf frowned and shook her head slowly. "If Aragorn knows he will return..." She said to herself and bit her lip softly. "They need Aragorn now that Gandalf is no longer their to guide them."

Arwen took the piece of parchment and held it over the small white candle that was standing on the right corner of the small desk. She watched the old paper catch the flames and burn quickly. "I am sorry Aragorn..." She whispered softly, wishing she could tell her brother about his children without endangering the future of the ring.