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Note: Thanks for the reviews. In this chapter is Eldarion learning things about Arwen. They are still in Rivendell. These are flashbacks. Let's begin.

"Ada?" Eldarion asked softly as he shook his father. Aragorn was lying on his stomach and the man breathed in deeply while he turned to his son. "Yes, Eldarion?" He asked softly, blinking away sleep and casting a glance at the still dark sky outside. "Can you tell me a story?" The boy asked, shuffling so he was lying in his father's arms, head resting against the king's chest.

"About what then?" Aragorn asked, working around a yawn. "About nana." Aragorn smiled as he spoke. "About my memories about her, you mean." As the boy nodded Aragorn took a moment to think about a good story to tell his only son. "I shall tell you about the first moment she knew she carried you." As the boy nodded again Aragorn allowed himself to sink into his memories.

Arwen hurried across the courtyard and back into the palace. Her white skirts were trailing beside her as she went in search of her husband to tell him some news. It gladdened her heart to learn she could grant her beloved his greatest wish, well perhaps not his greatest but one he desired very well since he married her. Yet it saddened her to know her time with her lord was coming to an end, but she was glad for the time appointed to them both.

Her mind raced back and forth with all the things she still needed to do. She had to send word to her family in Rivendell and ask them to come. They still had to announce it to their people, but for now it was important she did not get ahead of herself.

She took a moment outside the council chamber to collect her thoughts and herself before she announced her presence with a soft knock on the door before she stepped inside. The two men inside looked up at her and she could see a surprised look flitter across Aragorn's face. Faramir bowed briefly to her and she send him a smile before she spoke. "I request a word with my husband."

She knew Aragorn respected her to much and knew her too well to tell her no. It was one of the reasons why she loved him so, even if the same love was not returned to her. He was a man who put others before him, including her and it had taken her a long time to help him regain the broken pieces of his heart. A heart that was soon to be shattered once again.

Yet out of respect for him she must let him know and allow him to move on to the one he truly loved, for she knew he still walked those shores, unlike most of the firstborn. "I will leave you then." Faramir spoke quickly as he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Aragorn moved forward and took her hand in his. He did not gave way to a lot of affection for she knew he could not bring himself to do so, but it was always done with the greatest care and at the moment she felt tears well up within her eyes. She could not allow them to fall however for it would spoil the moment. "Undomiel, is everything alright? You need not cry for I am not mad at you. It is the right of the wife of the king to come into a meeting and demand something of the king."

How bitter his voice sounded she thought. He could not bring himself even now, three years into this marriage to say the words my wife. She smiled up at him through her tears and memorized his face, the tender expression on his handsome features yet there was not love in his eyes, merely respect of her and a love one might have for a sister or so.

For a moment she hated herself for being his bride, for making him turn away from his true beloved. Then she realized with a start her task as she saw the curious expression on his face as she smiled at him and answered. "You will never guess the news I have received today…" She paused to give him a gentle nudge in the shoulder and she watched as a small grin appeared on his rugged features.

"You would like me to guess? The lady demands of the king to take a guess? Very well, one of your dogs is ready to breed? No, you have been chosen as the most beautiful queen in the whole of middle earth? You have acquired a new skill in your long life? I know not, Arwen, can you not simply tell me?" His tone took on one of tiredness and she could not help but resent it for a moment.

She gave him another smile as she repeated the words in her head and how his excitement must show and how he would finally utter the words to her she so longed to hear, even if it was just one time. "I am proud to announce I am pregnant with your child, my lord." She watched as he seemed to utter words but then swallowed them as shock registered the words in his mind.

"Pregnant?" He stuttered, his keen gaze seeking out her eyes. She was left shaking by the whirlwind of emotion she saw appear in them. Too much to name as she nodded at him, trying to beam her happiness through at him. "Yes, Aragorn, Estel, you shall soon have a child to dote upon."

"A child?" It was endearing to see the proud and well spoken man at a loss for words. In a moment he gathered himself as he fixed her with a gentle yet questioning gaze. She knew what it meant as she felt him place a hand upon her belly, reassuring himself of the truth. She allowed the moment to linger before she stepped back and said. "Everything is well. The healers assured it. I shall take excellent care of myself, Estel. You need not worry. I shall leave you to your affairs then, meleth nin, take care."

She turned when with a soft gasp she turned back to find Aragorn regarding her with a sad expression before she rushed back to him to gather him up in her arms. His own came around her to gather her close to his chest as he took shaking breaths to try and steady himself. "I thank you, Undomiel, for giving this gift to me. I love you, more then you will know." She closed her eyes as she could hear the well layered pain within those last words as she allowed his arms to help her strengthen herself for what was to come.

Aragorn took a shaky breath as Eldarion asked, regarding him with a curious expression. "Did nana know she was going to die?" The man cast his gaze down before he nodded and answered. "It is my believe she did. It would explain certain actions she took. But more then that I shall never know I am afraid."

"Can you tell me more about nana?" The boy shifted quickly as Aragorn gave a small smile and nodded, eager to return to the story. "I shall tell you of the first time I knew you were truly there."

Aragorn sighed in annoyance as he stared once more at the mount of paperwork heaped on his desk. It was well past sunset and he longed for a bath and then a quite hour in which he could read before turning in for the day. But it was not to be so; all he could see in the darkness ahead of him was how he would deal with his paperwork before him.

A soft knock on the door interrupted him. "Enter." He called out and the door opened to admit Arwen. The dark-haired queen smiled at him while she rested a hand on her slightly swollen belly. He smiled at her as well as he pushed back his chair to give her a place to sit. She shook her head as she came to his chair and stopped by his side. "You seem to have a lot of paperwork to do, meleth nin. I am sorry to have disturbed you."

"No need to be sorry, Arwen. Is everything well?" He asked the question automatically as he saw a weary expression appear on her features. She seemed tired but after a moment she seemed to positively beam at him as she said. "Ada has send word. He is coming within the next month together with Elladan and Elrohir. Is it not great news? He sends his regards to you as well."

He nodded absentminded while his mind drifted over the letters he had written to his friends, telling them about the happy news. He had lingered hard on the letter to Legolas, afraid of what the elf would do when he heard the news. He would of course wish them well and would await their invitation when the child was born.

"Is everything well, Estel?" Her question was soft and for a moment Aragorn was tired of their marriage. He wanted to shout at her that he was not happy and that he wished to be with somebody else. He wanted to tell her he did not want this child for it would mean the last link to Legolas was finally gone. The last shred of freedom would be gone.

"You did not want me, Ada?" Eldarion asked softly. Aragorn gathered the boy closer and said. "No, Eldarion. I did want you. But I was weary at that time and I am furthermore blessed because you have appeared in my life. Now let me continue the story."

Instead he put on a smile and answered. "No, everything is well. How are you, my darling elf?" He watched as she smiled at him and sank down in his lap. He noticed with a healer's gaze the dark circled underneath her eyes. His hand drifted down to her back and he gently started rubbing, smiling gently when she relaxed against his chest. "You seem tired, Arwen. Are you worried about something?"

She tried to smile again but failed miserably and answered. "When is the child supposed to start moving? I know you have told me but I seem to have forgotten it." He frowned at her before he answered. "Has the healer been sharing stories again? I will assure you everything is well if you will allow me. The child can move anytime now. But usually when the mother is relaxed and you seem anything but relaxed, my dear. Go lie down and sleep. I am sure you will feel better in the morning."

She gave a tired nod and slowly got to her feet. "I will leave you to your work then, Estel. Please do not be too long, my husband." She gave another smile as she walked out of the room; it seemed her worried had been eased for a moment. Aragorn stared at the paperwork lying before him with a frown before he started working again.

It was hours later when he finally slipped into his bedroom and beside Arwen in the bed. She turned to him for a moment until he whispered it was him and she drifted off again. He closed his eyes briefly before snapping them back open and staring at her. She was lying partly on her side as she was facing him. Her eyes were closed and her posture was relaxed in sleep. He could see the thin nightgown she was wearing was clinging to the gentle curve of her stomach. He lamented being the cause of her death if he passed himself. She should have heeded his advice and stayed with the elves.

He reached out with his hand to place it upon her enlarged stomach. She had offered in the past to guide him but he had refused, now to see her so relaxed in sleep, it was a moment he could not deny himself. When she stirred underneath his touch his eyes fled upwards and settled on her face, instead she breathed in deeply and relaxed again.

His eyes shot down when he felt a timid kick against his hand. He frowned again before moving his hand until another kick came. Then a smile spread across his face as tears gathered in his eyes at the range of emotions he felt. He bent over and kissed the surface where his child grew. "Mea govannen, hen nin (well met, my child)" He whispered before shuffling closer to Arwen and finally drifting off.

"Then you were happy with me?" Eldarion whispered. "Of course, what makes you say such things?" Aragorn whispered back as he turned to look at his son. "I was not sure because you seem to love this Legolas more then you did nana." The boy stated sadly.

"I do love Legolas more then I do nana, but this has nothing to do with you, ion nin." Aragorn gathered Eldarion in his arms to give him a hug. "Then all three of us are lucky to have you to love us." Eldarion smiled as Aragorn only nodded proudly at the boy which was his son.

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