AUTHOR'S NOTE We've got the slash, now bring on the mpreg! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER The only person in this chapter that is my own creation is Alar. See the author's note on the first chapter to see what gave me the idea to create him.

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Obi-Wan paced restlessly outside of Aragorn's chamber. Elladan and Elrohir reclined lazily in chairs against the wall. Elladan sighed. "Hyarion, please stop."

"You're making us dizzy," Elrohir added.

They had returned to Rivendell several months ago. He had taken Aragorn to the wreckage of his ship, only to find a heartbreaking shock. Artoo's still and silent shell stood next to the half-fixed comm unit, his computer arm still hooked into the ship, completely drained of power. There was no power source to recharge him and without the comm unit, no way to reach anyone who could help.

Aragorn had tried to console him, but it felt like his faithful friend was dead. The loss hit Obi-Wan hard. Time could not even begin to heal the wound of the end of a decade of friendship.

Galadriel's prophecy remained a mystery to him, but the events of the past few months began to clear up at least the first part. With a dark look at the closed chamber door, Obi-Wan muttered, "This isn't fair!"

The twins shared a look before deftly leaping to their feet and grabbing Obi-Wan's arms. Together, they hauled him back and forced him into a chair. "Hey!" he protested weakly.

Elladan and Elrohir stood in front of him, looking eerily identical as they crossed their arms and glared. "You are going to stay in that chair," Elladan said firmly. "You are not allowed in and it's our job to take care of you."

"And you're making it extremely difficult," Elrohir finished.

"Lord Elrond is allowed in," Obi-Wan pointed out stubbornly.

The twins laughed. Even in his current state, Obi-Wan had to marvel at the beauty of the sound. "Ada is a healer," Elrohir said. "Of course he is allowed in! And you, dear Hyarion, are the one responsible for Estel's condition."

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to retort, but could not think of anything to say and quickly closed it again, a deep blush rising in his cheeks. Elladan and Elrohir looked at each other and smirked, their thoughts shining in their eyes. Silly men.

True to their word, the twin Lords of Rivendell did not let Obi-Wan rise. An hour crawled by. Lunchtime passed, but the Jedi did not notice. He tried every calming technique he knew and even attempted a meditation trance, but he could not concentrate. The stirrings of Rivendell were like an annoying buzzing against his mind as he watched the sunlight through a window in the hall.

The presence appeared out of nowhere, striking Obi-Wan as one of the strongest he had ever felt. It was a girl, he knew, and she could become one of the most powerful Jedi in the universe if trained properly. He stood up, ignoring the protests of the twins.

Their protests were cut off by the opening of the chamber door. Obi-Wan bolted for it, but Arwen stopped him. "My brothers," was all she said.

"Please, tell me something!" Obi-Wan said.

Arwen simply smiled and laid a cool hand on his cheek. "Do not be troubled," she said. "Be joyful."

Then she closed the door and Obi-Wan was left alone in the hallway. His frustration threatened to overwhelm him, but suddenly he heard Qui-Gon's quiet voice in his memory. "There is no emotion; there is peace." After a few cleansing breaths, he began to regain control of his temper.

The door creaked open again and this time, Elladan and Elrohir emerged, each grinning and carrying a tiny bundle. "Congratulations, Hyarion," Arwen said as she followed them out and closed the door behind her. "Your daughter and your son."

Obi-Wan was speechless as the infants were laid in his arms. "Two?" he asked in awe.

Elladan nodded. "Twins of your own. One looks like Estel. The other one's like you."

He was right. Obi-Wan saw that the boy, who lay sleeping peacefully in his right arm, had Aragorn's dark hair and a complete silence to the Force. But his daughter, who lay in his left arm, was the presence that he had just felt so strongly. Her open eyes were already tinged with green and her hair was bright copper, even more red than his was. He gasped suddenly when he realized that he had seen these twins – his twins – many months before in Galadriel's mirror.

"How is Aragorn?" he asked after a moment.

"He is awake," came Elrond's voice suddenly. Obi-Wan looked up to see him in the doorway. Elrond smiled. "And he is asking for you."

Obi-Wan walked slowly, cradling his son and daughter as though they could break. Elrond closed the door for him once he was in the chamber, leaving the new family alone.

Aragorn had his eyes closed at first, but smiled when he heard the door. "You're awake," Obi-Wan commented.

"Lord Elrond gave me something," Aragorn said. "Dulls the pain." He grinned. "We have twins."

Obi-Wan knew that his grin must have been just as wide. "We do." He passed the sleeping baby boy to Aragorn and kept their daughter in his arms.

"They are beautiful," Aragorn commented.

"Of course." Obi-Wan smirked. "They look like us."

Aragorn laughed. The baby opened his eyes and stared around the room. Aragorn laid him down on the bed. "I have seen Elven parents of twins do this," he said. "Lay her beside him and place their hands together."

Obi-Wan hesitated for a moment, but finally laid the infant down and gently extracted her tiny hand from the blanket. In wonder, he watched as both babies found the other's hand and grasped it tightly. "Amazing," he said.

Aragorn smiled. "The Elves do it to strengthen their bond. Twins are held in high regard here."

"No wonder Elladan and Elrohir get away with so much." Obi-Wan leaned down next to the babies. "You're going to be one of the most powerful Jedi in the universe," he whispered to his daughter.

Aragorn heard him. "She can," he paused as though unsure of the phrase, "touch the Force?"

Obi-Wan nodded. "The Force is stronger with her than with nearly every other Padawan or Youngling I have met, except maybe Anakin. Someday she will have to be trained."

Fearfully, Aragorn looked at the boy. "And him? Will he have to be taken away as well?"

Obi-Wan shook his head. "No. To him, the Force is silent."

Aragorn did not say as much, but Obi-Wan suspected that he was glad. The proud parents lay together, quietly watching their newborn children for a few minutes. Then Obi-Wan smiled. "We still have to name them."

Shyly, Aragorn said, "I have an idea for our son."

"What is it?"

"Alar," Aragorn said. "It was the name of a young boy of my people. I don't remember much about them, but this friend I have fond memories of."

Obi-Wan smiled and nodded. "Then Alar it shall be. What about our daughter?"

With a grin, Aragorn shook his head. "Your turn. One name from my world and one name from yours. After all, they are a part of both of us."

"All right." Obi-Wan studied the baby closely – the unmistakable Force signature, the eyes that would one day blaze bright green, the rich copper-colored hair. He was quiet for several minutes before it struck him. He smiled. "I have one."

"What?" Aragorn asked eagerly.

Obi-Wan lifted the baby girl and cradled her in his arms. "Mara," he said. "Alar and Mara."