A/N: I'm grounded, and my parents took away my laptop, but they never said I couldn't use the family's computer!-Evil laugh- I love being smart… on some things… Okay, will, I hope you like this chapter. The plot is beginning to thicken, and a whole lot of secrets will start to reveal themselves! Enjoy.

A Whole New World

Chapter 8

Elrohir's POV—

It's been a wonderful month, and I have been stuck out patrolling and killing Wild Men that have tried to enter Imladris. Sitting upon Tálagor, I gazed over that shall soon be mine and Elladan. I know not many Elves will be here in Middle Earth amongst the Men, Hobbits, and Dwarves, but father would still want us to keep Imladris safe.

A hand was placed on my shoulder, so I turn my head to see my twin.

"Thinking of that beautiful wife of yours, brother?"

I rolled my eyes, but smiled nonetheless. "Yes and no. I was also thinking of these Wild Men, and if they would ever leave us in peace."

I turned forward once more to the beauty of the palace in the distant.

"We have been out here with these mortals for a month. I wish to see my wife, and hold her until no end."

"Looks like you might just that chance, brother."

I looked to Elladan, who nodded forward. I turned to see a messenger riding towards us.

"What news from home?" Elladan asked as the messenger grew enough distant between us.

"Your father told me you and your company may come home tonight, my lords."

The Elf stopped right in front of us.

"Another group will come to take your place."

I smiled widely, looking over to my brother. Finally, I long last get to go back and see my wife.

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3rd POV—

Magdalena was in the library, writing sentences in Sindarin. There were a few Elves in the library who stared over at Magdalena once in a while in disgust. She knows that the Elves who disapprove of her and Elrohir's marriage talk bad behind her back. But Magdalena only ignores them. Friends to her were hard to make, seeing almost all Elves disapprove of her because she was once mortal.

Now that she was half-Elf, everyone saw her as some kind of freak. It was not Magdalena's fault of how she became. As the day passes on to night, Magdalena is left alone to continue her study. Failing to feed her stomach, who growled loudly in the empty room, and the figure coming in. Magdalena was lost in the beautiful writing on her paper.

"You spelled mother wrong."

Magdalena jumped in her seat at the voice next to her ear, as the figure placed a tray of food on the table. Magdalena looked up and smiled widely. She leapt up from her seat, hugging the person from around the neck tightly.

"Elrohir! When did you returned?"

Elrohir kissed his wife's cheek, taking a step back. "Only about five minutes ago."

Elrohir leaned in and kissed her, swinging her around.

"I have heard from Thranduil that you have been working on your Sindarin and skip both mid meal, and evenings."

"Yes, will, if I wasn't hooked on trying to impress you with my Elvish, I wouldn't have forgotten."

Magdalena smiled as she and Elrohir sat down. Elrohir took her hand and kissed the back of it.

"You do not have to impress me in nothing, (my love), I love the way you are now."

Smiling to each other, Elrohir moved aside the parchments, quills, and ink bottles, pushing forward the tray of food.

"I brought something light; as I know you are never hungry."

Magdalena smiled and picked up a spoon and begins eating her soup.

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Magdalena tossed and turned, feeling very uncomfortable. Lying on her side, Magdalena's eyes shot open as her stomach churn and made it's way up. She quickly threw aside the sheets and ran to the bathroom. Elrohir sat up in bed just in time to hear Magdalena vomiting. He quickly got out of bed and walked to the door entrance just as Magdalena leaned against the frame, holding her stomach.

"Are you all right (my love?)" Elrohir asked, as he took Magdalena into his arms.

Magdalena shook her head, feeling tried and worn out.

"Want me to get the healer?"

Magdalena did not get to answer as she ran into the bathroom once more.

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Elrohir's POV—

I paced back and forth out in the hall, as my father looked over my wife. My brother was with me, trying to calm me but I could not. My wife, thought Elven blood in her, could be dying from some disease of those mortals. I rubbed my face as the sun appeared from the horizon, it's beams making it's way into the hall.

'Please, oh, please do not take her from me.'

I prayed to the Valor. The lock clicked, and the door opens to have my father come out, a smile on his face. What could he be smiling about! My wife, my love! Could be dying for all I know.

I stared at my father, waiting for an explanation.

"Congratulations my son, you are to be a father soon."

I felt my eyes widen, as my brother gave me a brief hug, before clasping both of his hands upon my shoulders, congratulating me. My breath caught in my throat, as father took me into a quick hug.

"Go, your wife is waiting for you."

My father pushed me towards the door, as I opened it. I entered the room to see my wife curled up in a ball. I closed the door and walked over to the side of the bed.

"Magdalena?"

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

I frowned, sitting next to her. "Sorry for what?"

I heard my wife sniff. Were those tears of joy or something else?

"For getting pregnant. You probably do not even want a child so soon." She whispered, as she begins to cry.

I frowned in confusion, taking my wife in my arms.

"It was not your fault you have gotten pregnant, (my love). I may not be ready to be a father, but I certainly do want a child." I kissed my wife's brow. "Especially if it is with you."

I smiled and pulled my wife back to brush her tears away. Magdalena nodded, and smiled.

"We're going to parents." She cried in joy.

I laughed and kissed her. "Yes, we are, (my love). We are."

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I went a bit crazy later that day, while my wife rested. I told all those I have seen that my wife was to bear me a child. My brothers and father were getting annoyed, but I did not care. I was out in the archery with my friends when Vinia came up to me.

"So you have finally taken my advice, Elrohir?"

I glared at Vinia. It has been two or three months since I have talked with him. I was furious, to say the least, for saying such a thing about elleths and how to treat them.

"No, I have not. Twas my wife's decision, not my own."

I let an arrow go, and quickly notch another.

"Too bad." Vinia said. "Your wife could have bear you a child earlier."

I let the arrow go, holding my bow tightly.

"But of course," Vinia let an arrow go. "You decided to follow your wife's decision instead.

That was it. I threw my bow to the ground and turned around quickly, punching Vinia in the face. He stumbled back, blood spilt from his busted lip. He stared at me both in surprise and anger. All I did was glare at him and turn away. Not saying a word to anyone.

A/N: I know, I'm sorry it's short but I have finals early 'cause I'm a senior and I have many projects. And like I said in the beginning of this story, I'm grounded also, so that's another reason for my absent. Well, please Review!