Never without you
Chapter 16: I'll do whatever it takes
Pairings: Legolas/Haldir
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/ Thoughts /
: Mindspeak/Telepathy :
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Legolas was now eight months into his pregnancy. Elrond was becoming concern for the prince because he was not gaining the proper weight as he should. The half-Elf spoke to Legolas at each appointment to eat more. Elrond really wanted to strangle him but resisted the urge. He knew that if Legolas continued to skip meals he runs the risk of miscarrying.
"Legolas, you have four months left and you're still severally under weight. I don't know what I must do to get you to eat," Elrond stated exasperated.
"I am following your instructions my Lord."
"Then what in Elbereth's name are you not gaining the required weight?"
"Er…I um…well, you see..uh…that is to say," Legolas was stumbling over his words.
Elrond noticed how red the prince was becoming. The Peredhil was smart enough to figure out what his patient was going-on about.
"Legolas," Elrond began as he sat down next to the exam bed. "Obviously your body uses up a lot the extra weight because of your extra activities. Now, I can't forbid you to stop having relations with your husband, yet. However, you are going to have to restrain yourself for a least a month."
/This is not happening! I like having sex with Haldir/ Legolas whimpered in his head. "My Lord you can't-"
"I am dead serious Legolas, and if I have to I will put you on complete bed rest as well as order you and Haldir to hold off having sexual relations for the reminder of your pregnancy and well after the twins are born," Elrond almost yelled.
By the Valar! Elrond cursed to himself. Legolas can be just as hard headed as Thranduil. Nevertheless the master healer achieved his desired effect as Legolas paled.
"When I see you again I want to have gained at least 5 to 10 pounds. Is that understood young Greenleaf?"
"Yes, my Lord," Legolas answered dejectedly.
"Good. It's lunch time now. Go eat and rest. Later go for a short walk," Elrond ordered. He packed away his supplies and left Legolas alone with his depressing thoughts.
/Dear Elbereth, what am I to do? No making love for two weeks! No sexual pleasure from Haldir's delectable elfhood. Just put me out of my misery now/ Legolas was putting his clothes back on mulling things over in head. /Oh! I wonder if we could-/
A knock interrupted him. "Enter!" he called.
Lord Elrond popped back in for some last minute instructions. "Legolas I almost forgot to mention – no oral stimulation as well and that goes for pleasuring yourself too. Good day." And the door closed with a soft click.
/May the Valar help me/ "Ggrrh!"
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Elrond was halfway down the hall on his way to talk with Thranduil, when he heard the prince's yell. "Curse you Lord Elrod to the lowest pits of Mordor!"
/Well, maybe now he'll follow my directions to the letter/ he smiled nodding to the she-maidens as they passed him going about their daily routine.
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A pair of riders approached the gates of the Greenwoods. Thranduil was in a meeting with Elrond and Celeborn regarding Legolas' health when Felagund disturbed them.
"I'm sorry to intrude my Lord but there is a Man well actually two Men here requesting to see prince Legolas," the advisor announced.
"Please inform them that my son is not receiving any visitors. Tend to their horses and see to their needs and when they are well rested send them on their way," Thranduil ordered not bothering to inquire anything more.
"Yes, my Lord."
"Wait!" Celeborn called out halting the advisor in his tracks. Turning to look at the Mirkwood king he asked, "Thranduil, would it not be wise for you to find out who is asking to see Legolas?"
The regal blonde sighed. Thranduil began rubbing his temples. "Felagund, did you get a name by chance?"
"Nay, my Lord. He simply said that he is a friend."
- A short time later -
"Aragorn?" Elrond said disbelieving his eyes with Thranduil leading the front and Celeborn in the rear.
"My Lords," Aragorn bowed as did Faramir.
"What are you here, Aragorn?" Elrond questioned.
"I received a letter from Legolas. I'm concerned for his well being. Is he around? I would like to speak with him."
"He is resting but since it is still early in the day please freshen up before the evening meal," Thranduil suggested.
The group casually walked back into the palace but Celeborn stayed outside for a minute or two longer. Trouble was brewing. He could feel it. The trees and animals were restless. Celeborn gathered his robes and walked up the stairs quickly to catch-up with the others.
Serégon stepped out from behind a greenwood tree. His hazel eyes narrowing in confusing over the Men who had just turned up uninvited. He didn't know what part they played but they were not going to interfere with his plans to get the prince.
The only problem that he could think up would be those brats Legolas was carrying. At best he could sell them into slavery and make some type of profit – considering they would be from a rich bloodline.
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Elladan felt alive again and Arbor noticed the gradual change in the Peredhil. She notice how the sullen grey eyes flared to life once they become better acquainted. Also she notice how the dull dark mane sprung back to a glorious luster. Running her small finger through the raven locks felt like silk against her skin.
In addition to all the physical changes, Arbor saw how Elladan's skin radiated warmth. This was what she wanted, someone who would listen to her – make her feel like an individual – not be show at special events or to marry because she was a princess.
However, something told her that the half-Elf was holding back. Did he have a mate all ready? Maybe Elladan didn't feel the same way as she did toward him. Arbor knew for the moment they met she knew. She knew without a doubt that he was the one.
Elladan stared into the fir wonder what in all the Middle-earth was going on with him. The last time he felt this happy was when Tandilion was alive. He startled himself when his heart didn't construct with pain for his lost love. The older twin became aware of his time for mourning was now over. It was time to live his life as he should and release his brother from their bond.
"Elladan?"
"Sorry Arbor…I was just thinking," he said.
"About what?...If you don't mind sharing." She smiled trying to encourage him.
"About my mate."
Arbor's heart plummets to her stomach. "Is she back home in Imladris?"
Elladan saw how sad she looked when he answered. "Nay. He went to Mandos Halls millennia ago."
"He?"
"My mate was the Crown Prince of Mirkwood."
"But I thought Legolas is Crown Prince? And he certainly is very much among the living," Arbor said a bit confused.
"Legolas is Crown Prince but he is the second in line, but unfortunately, Tandilion met with an untimely death."
"Will you tell me about him?"
"I will not burden you with details. Tandilion was a maternal Elf and he was due to give birth within the month when his Nana summoned him for the birth of his brother."
The first part of their evening went with Elladan telling Arbor about his deceased mate. Arbor was near tears when the older twin had finished. She was sniffling trying to hold her tears back. Elladan went into the bathroom to retrieve a cloth for her when someone knocked at his door.
"Arbor could you please get that I believe it is our dinner," Elladan called out to her.
The princess opened the door only to be back handed. Elladan heard the slap and rushed back into the room. However, he wasn't prepared for the unprovoked assault. The second he opened the door he was hit with something over the head causing him to loose his balance thus falling down crashing into the bedside table knocking him unconscious.
"I should kill you Perehdil for tainting my sister with your mixed blood," Serégon spat. "Do not come near her again or I will run you through!" Serégon threaten but the threat went unheard. The angry prince non too gently grabbed his sister by the back of her hair dragging her out of the room.
"Why are you doing this brother?" Arbor cried out trying to get him to loosing his hold on her. She was just thankful that there were no servants about to see the shameful display of a princess. Arbor quickly grimaced over her shoulder looking at Elladan's unmoving form. She prayed to the Valar for help. For she was unable to help herself.
"Because you are of royal blood and who has no business whatsoever being in the company of a half-breed let alone a male. What would Elves say? Serégon soften his tone a little caressing her face lovingly giving the illusion of offering comfort.
"I want to be with him?" Arbor argued.
"No! You will bond yourself to Legolas Greenleaf." Serégon made no room for de bated as he flings his younger sibling into his bedchamber.
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The Marchwarden returned to his shared chambers tired, sweaty, and hungry. He stepped into his room coming out of his boots. The side table near the entry way, Haldir left a hefty pile of throwing knives, leather gauntlets (for archery), long sword, and bow and quiver.
The Sylvan elf went into the bathroom to smell the sweet scents of lavender. The tub was filled with warm water and a tray of slice cheese, lemas, and Miruvor was waiting on a low serving table next to the tub. Apparently Legolas was in one of his moods again of doing something useful. When it first happened, Haldir corner the half-Elven Lord…
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"Lord Elrond may I speak with you, please?" Haldir had been looking for his brother-in-law all day.
"Yes, Haldir. Is Legolas okay?" Elrond sensed worry from the younger elf.
"He and the babies are fine. However, I am concerned about his behavior."
Haldir launched into a whole explanation of his husbands actions. Legolas would break down crying one minute then explode with violent anger the next (Haldir's left eye was still healing from the black-eye Legolas gave him for say that he gained a little bit of weight. Legolas didn't want to look fat – so he hit Haldir for pointing it out).
What really flipped out the Captain was when his husband began cleaning up their room – something that continued over from when they were in Lothlórien. A fresh scented bath would be prepared for him after his long day of training.
"Haldir there is nothing to worry about. This is normal. Just be careful of what you say to him. His hormones are a bit unbalanced and considering this is his first long term pregnancy, Legolas' mood swings are going to be a bit…vicious. Also, as it becomes closer to birth I want you to monitor him. Don't let him go off alone – expecting she-Elves have the tendency to go through delivery by themselves.
"Legolas will or has probably all ready prepared a place for him to give birth. Somewhere quiet. Has he been storing things?" Elrond questioned.
"Nay. He's either asleep or in the nursery."
Elrond gently squeezed Haldir's should. "Like I said before do not worry. It will all be over soon."
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Haldir finished his bath. He decided to wait on eating the light snack until later in the night once he and Legolas were back in their room. Haldir brushed out his silver blond hair only gathering the sides and tying the strains off with a piece of leather. He redressed in his formal robe (which he despised) to attend dinner. He figured he would meet his husband in the Great Hall. Haldir nearly walked out the door without his Mithril circlet.
Ever since his pronouncement of being Celeborn's son, he was required by ancient Elven law while visiting another ruling family to attend the evening meals formally dressed as heir to the Golden wood. He growled somewhat impassively when Rúmil and Orophin didn't have to dress as heirs since they weren't mated and even if they were their mates would have to have been royalty for the laws to apply to them.
He wished that there could have been a different path he could have chosen. Haldir just knew his new title would cause all sorts of problems once he returned home.
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"I would have visited you afterwards, Aragorn. Please do not be cross with me."
"That is not the point Legolas. You are my best friend and you are to stand by my side when I comment myself to Arwen. She will not let me live knowing that we could have done something so you could share in our special day of being bonded."
Aragorn and Legolas were slowly walking around the garden discussing – actually Aragorn was yelling and fussing at Legolas for taking the easy way out of not being in his wedding.
"Haldir and I didn't plan for this to happen. At least not so soon after I lost our sons."
Aragorn stopped to place a callous hand on Legolas' shoulder. "Do not blame yourself for what happened. To be honest I blame Thranduil. He should have told you about being able to bare children, and I blame myself as well I should have informed you when I first discovered you were with child."
"No, mellonamin (my friend), you did the right thing. Had you told me I might have left the Fellowship but let us not dwell on the past," Legolas offered a bright smile then double over.
Aragorn grew alarmed. He was about to fetch Elrond but Legolas prevented him from taking one step.
"Here mellonamin, feel," Legolas said while reaching for Aragorn's hand.
The king of Gondor startled a look when his hand was being attacked from the underside of Legolas' stomach.
"That is…I…" Aragorn was stunned speechless. "Will Arwen go through this?"
"More than likely mellonamin and remember she has a high probability of conceiving twins as well." Legolas grinned wickedly as his friend's face took on the look of absolute horror at that realization.
The former Ranger nearly stumbled. He almost had forgotten about that little part of the Evenstar's history. Elrond was a twin. Elros was the Elf who started the line of Númenor. Then there were Elladan and Elrohir. Had Elladan's mate not died the half-Elf would have been a father of twins. Elrohir and his mate have a set of twins, Celebrimbor and Eáránë, they actually would have had another set but Que became very ill and miscarried.
They shared a laugh going back into the palace from their extended walk. The duo was in the guest wing on their way to Aragorn's room for him to change for dinner. The corridor was deathly silent. The prince knew about Elladan's date with the alluring princess but he hoped that the young Perehdil didn't bed her so soon which would make Elrond like a raging Balrog.
A faint stream of light was coming from an open doorway. As they approached Legolas heard a low painful groan. Stepping up to the door, Aragorn knocked. Receiving no answer the king pushed the door opened. Both gasp at the disarray of the once beautiful chamber.
Again someone groaned from near the bathroom.
"By the Valar! Aragorn." Legolas found his friend near unconscious with blood pooling around his head.
"Elladan! Wake-up! Can you hear me, Elladan!" Legolas shouted.
The half-Elf came to only to drift out again.
"Nay, mellonamin! You must stay awake!" Legolas urged. Glazed grey eyes opened half way. "Good, please tell us who did this to you?"
"Ar-bor…Ar-bor…where?"
"We know not mellonamin." Legolas looked to Aragorn, who was trying to staunch the blood flow. "Aragorn, go get Lord Elrond-"
"Nay, I will stay with him. Please be careful."
Legolas didn't move. "Remember mellonamin if this was you – you would have no problem recovering from a wound as this but Elladan is half Elven. If this wound is not properly treated he could did."
Legolas was near tears but quickly hurried from the room.
"Don't worry torpor' (brother) I will find the one who did this to you and they will pay," Aragorn proclaimed. He was no longer the king of Men, he was Strider – the Ranger from the North. He would extract his vengeance. No body harmed his family and get away with it.
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"My lady I implore you. This is folly, it can not be done," the Elf begged for his mistress to listen to reason.
"It can and shall be done. My friend's well-being is important to me and soon-to-be husband. Send these out and make final preparations to leave for Mirkwood are completed by the end of the day. I want to get a fresh start out no later than tomorrow morn."
"Aye, Lady Arwen."
The shaken Elf quickly left not knowing if he could have all the things to do ready by the appointed time. A slight giggle made Arwen smile.
"Really sister, why are in such a hurry?" another she-Elf asked as she stepped further into the room.
"Because my dear Que time is against us. Ada is ready to commit Legolas to bed and his is to stand as Estel's bond witness. What more of an explanation do I need to change the date of my marriage?"
Que remained quiet letting her eyes stare into nothing as if she had fallen into the Elven dreamscape. Arwen sat down at her father's desk to write some last minute correspondence leaving Que to her thoughts.
A lot needed to be handled before they left. Que didn't know if she would be able to face here Nana after all this time provided that she wasn't arrested upon arriving to her homeland. Que only hope that everything would turn out for the best.
She rested a shaky hand on top of her slightly round stomach. With Elladan gone, Elrohir had been more attentive to her sexually and now she was pregnant. Que still haven't informed her mate of their newest addition. She knew that somehow Elladan was breaking the bond with his younger twin. Que smiled at the thought of now after so long of mourning, Elladan was able to get on with his life – Tandilion would have wanted that. He wouldn't want his mate to live a half life and neither should she.
Yes, everything was going to turn out just fine.
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Dinner was all ready in session by the time Arnor sunk below the horizon. Thranduil thought it was best to go ahead and start since his son was talking with King Elessar and who knows when they would come back. The two friends probably got wrapped into each other that they forgot what time dinner was being served.
The tension in the dining hall was stifling. Celeborn leaned over to his son. "What's taking your husband so long?" But that wasn't what the High-Lord wanted to know. The trees around them were speaking all at once to him. Celeborn couldn't get a single word out of them and he didn't know how to calm them. The air was charge with so much negative that it was becoming hard to breath.
"I do not know, Ada," Haldir responded pushing the food around on his plate. He too felt the heaviness of the air.
"LORD ELROND! YOU MUST COME!" Legolas shouted as he ran through the open doors of the dinning hall.
"Peace Legolas you cannot upset yourself. Now, tell me what's wrong?" Elrond said glancing at Haldir.
The silver-haired Elf was clueless as to what could be bothering his mate.
"Aragorn, he's…" but the pregnant prince collapsed.
Elrond knew that this would happen. He knelt down to the young Elf. "I want everyone out! Haldir, move him to the sofa there."
Thranduil pulled his friend back as his son-in-law had his son settled. "What is going – what's this?" the king saw the clear fluid on Elrond's hand.
"I'm afraid Thranduil that Legolas has gone into labor."
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A/N: So, any guesses as to what happens now? Okay, Arwen is up to something. Something is wrong with Elladan and Elrohir. Legolas collapsed – I think the babies are on their way. What do you think? Why do you think Serégon wants Legolas so badly for? Well, to find out you're going have to stay tuned for the next chapter.
All comments and suggestions are welcomed!
Nemesis
oOo Teaser for Chapter 17 oOo
"You did not inform me of this," Lenwë said clearly livid.
"I was going to tell you to night melamin (my love)."
"Our daughter is in love with Elrond's second son – you can not do this Thranduil!" Lenwë seethed.
"I can and I shall!" Thranduil shouted back. "Don't you care…"
As the arguing monarchs fought over their daughter's future neither noticed the princess running from them. Had they did they would have saw the tears staining her beautiful face as she ran all the way to her room.