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A Cage of a Different Kind

Chapter 16

Eowyn's legs gave way when they reached the corridor and sobs escaped from her lips so Legolas swept her into his arms and carried her to his chamber. She buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck taking in the familiar smell of him. He gently placed her on the bed and curled around her, reluctant to release her for even a moment. They lay there in each other's arms until Eowyn finally stopped crying and fell into an exhausted sleep. Legolas listened as her breathing softened and evened out, feeling tired and emotionally spent as well, eventually falling into elven reverie.

Eowyn stirred in Legolas arms and he clasped her closer, surprised to see sunlight streaming into his room. "I must have fallen asleep as well" he mused as he felt her stretch and yawn.

She smiled as she realized his hand had come to rest protectively against her abdomen. All of a sudden she felt a quick kick which was very different from the fluttering she had felt the last few months and her eyes opened wide and she gasped.

He felt her start slightly and he looked at her in concern. "Are you alright meleth?" He asked. She laid there for a moment before responding, lost in the sensation of the life within her moving.

"I just felt the baby kick." She said in wonder as she pressed her own hand against the small swell of her belly. His eyes widened and he looked at her in wonder. She moved his hand to the spot where she had felt it but unfortunately it was not repeated.

"I do not feel anything." He said almost sadly but then he lightened. "This child is going to be very much like it's mother, it will be stubborn and contrary."

Just then it kicked again and Eowyn laughed as Legolas bent and began kissing her neck softly.

"Oh Eowyn, I dreaded never being able to do this again and now we are going to have a child.. I love you so much." He whispered as she turned towards him and captured his mouth with hers.

Emotion enveloped them both as they explored each other's bodies with a passion made even stronger by the near tragedy they had endured. Each touch sent fire through their bodies as they tried to forget the pain caused by the forces that had almost succeeded in keeping them apart. Legolas worshipped every inch of her body as he placed kisses down her torso. He paid particular attention to her belly and lovingly kissed the bulge that protected his child. She sighed and looked at him with so much emotion it made him stop and look into her eyes questioningly. "What is it my love?"

"You don't know how much I have wanted you to do just that. I have been so alone these past months, wanting to be happy about the baby yet having no one to share it with. I do not think I would be here now without this child for I believe it was the light that lead me out of the darkness after my fight with the witch king." Her voice broke remembering her struggle to come back to those she loved.

"Oh my poor Eowyn. There are so many things I should have done differently. I should have known my father was capable of this and left to find out what was wrong the minute I was able."

"Don't worry my love. Everything is as it should be now." She breathed as he moved between her legs and started caressing her most inner core.

"Aaah Legolas!" She gasped as her hips started to buck with need. "I want you inside of me now...please!" she pleaded as he lifted himself over her and slid smoothly between her thighs revealing in the hot moistness of her. He moaned in pleasure as she took all of him inside her and thrust gently, not wanting to put too much pressure on the baby. She cried out and started to meet his thrusts, pulling his hips roughly into her and wrapping her legs around his waist. Soon they both shuddered their release and lay panting in each other's arms as they waited for their hearts to slow and the roaring in their ears to subside.

"I wish we could stay like this all day meleth but there is the small matter of my father that I must deal with." Legolas said as he cupped her face in his hand and gently kissed her. Suddenly he pulled back and looked searchingly into her eyes. "You did not answer me yesterday my love. Will you consent to be my wife? I would have no one but you at my side for as long as the Valar will grant us."

Eowyn looked lovingly back at him and took his mouth with hers gently kissing him. "Does that answer your question my love?" She murmured as she continued to kiss his eyes and cheeks, leaving no part of his face unappreciated.

"Aye meleth but I wish to hear the words from your lovely lips as well."

"Yes Legolas, I will be your wife." Eowyn responded sweetly.

He sighed in relief and contentment. "We have much to do for that as well. I wish to make you officially mine as soon as possible!"

"Calm down my love, we have a little time." Eowyn laughed as she rolled over and stretched luxuriously.

Legolas gently laid his hand on her stomach. "Not as much as you think…" He said and winked happily at her as he rose to clothe himself for the day.

She watched his lean muscled body move with unparallel grace wondering at his ability to make a simple act like dressing into a sensual experience. "How did this amazing creature fall in love with me?" She thought as she drank in the site of him.

"If you keep watching me like that love, I will begin to think I am next on your menu." Legolas laughed as he sat on the bed next to her bending to place a kiss on her forehead. Just then she grabbed him, rolling him over and pouncing on him. He put up little resistance as she tugged his leggings off and proceeded to pleasure him until he cried out her name and shuddered with his release. "By the Valar Eowyn, you have just convinced me that my duties can wait for a while yet and he pounced upon her with equal lust worshipping her body as he returned the favor recently bestowed upon him by her. It was close to lunch by the time they finally emerged from his chamber, still unwilling to be parted even to take care of the few duties each needed to complete. Legolas bent his head to kiss her softly as he took his leave. "I will see you soon meleth." He purred as he turned and walked away from her. She just stood there watching lost in her happiness.

Legolas sat at the desk in his room staring out the window. Eowyn had gone to talk to Arwen and start to make some arrangements for their wedding. His fingers fiddled with the quill as he struggled to find the words to tell his father what was happening.

He was so angry about Thranduil's role in everything that had happened but he also knew he had only acted out of love and concern for his son. Unfortunately, Thranduil never seemed to think about what Legolas wanted. "Will I be like that with my child?" He frowned as the thought came unbidden to his mind.

He winced as he visualized his father's reaction to the news of his forthcoming joining ceremony. Then there was the matter of his future grandchild. He would be furious to find out he was only 5-7 months from being a grandfather and he did not even want to think about the fact that it would be half human. "That news can wait!" He thought as he sighed and laid down the quill and set aside the parchment. He needed a little time to figure this out.

There was going to be strong words between them no matter how he tried to say it. If he wasn't careful, Aragorn would have an army camped outside his walls for the second time this year!

He gazed out his window hoping for inspiration when he heard a knock on the door. "Enter" he called as he turned to see who his visitor was.

"Aragorn." He smiled to see his friend, rising to greet him.

"Are you trying to write a message to your father?" Aragorn asked.

How well his friend knew him. "Aye and any help would be greatly appreciated." Legolas said as he flopped back in his chair, throwing his leg casually over the arm and looking at the quill and parchment in front of him like they were snakes about to strike.

"Ever has your father been difficult mellon nin. You have had centuries of experience with him and yet we both know that nothing you can say will change his response." Aragorn said as he shook his head and sat down in the other chair looking regretfully at the elf.

"You have been king for some months now; you must have picked up some bits of diplomacy that could aid me in the endeavor?" Legolas pleaded.

"Diplomacy?" Aragorn snorted. "Do you forget who you are talking to Legolas? Arwen has been tearing her lovely hair out trying to teach me to handle my council with a little 'diplomacy'. She has told me time and again to calm down and treat my advisors with more patience and tact." Aragorn and Legolas laughed.

"What was I thinking?" Legolas said as he continued to chuckle to himself. "Maybe Elrond could help me before he sails?"

"Actually, sailing might be your only chance." Aragorn said as he scooted away from the book Legolas had pitched at his head. "Hey! You were looking for ideas!" Aragorn laughed again.

Legolas' laughter died and he looked pensively at Aragorn. "Really mellon nin, how should I handle this?"

Aragorn shook his unruly head of hair with a slight smile and looked Legolas straight in the eye. "With honesty and straightforwardness. Make no apologies. Do you love Eowyn?"

"With everything I am."

"Are you happy about the baby?"

"Shocked, but I have never been happier."

"Then tell him that."

"What?"

"You heard me, just tell him that. Above all else Legolas, your father loves you and he will want you to be happy." Aragorn said with conviction.

Legolas thought for a moment and picked up the quill and started to write.

As Aragorn quietly started to slip out of the room, he heard a soft "Hannon le mellon nin." And he smiled praying silently to himself that Thranduil would be reasonable for once.

The next few months went fast. Eowyn and Legolas decided to get married in the garden in an intimate ceremony involving only their closest friends. Both were a little short on family. Eowyn's brother had gone back to Rohan amid a flurry of gossip and half truths. Little had been said by anyone who truly knew what had happened but nothing could stop people from wondering and talking.

Faramir had requested a brief leave of duty to travel and deal with his sorrow and emotions. He cared for Eowyn and he could not stay and watch her marry someone else. Aragorn understood and granted him time, urging him to take as much as he needed.

There had not been a word from Thranduil. Legolas had sent several additional letters asking his father to come to Gondor and support him on one of the most important days of his life but he had received no reply. Finally they could wait no longer. The date was set and the plans finalized.

Thranduil paced the throne room. The third message from Legolas had just been received and he was furious. His only son, heir to his throne was joining himself to a mortal woman. His heirs would be half human.

Thranduil's plans with Eomer had gone awry and he was at a loss as to how to handle the situation now. This was not something that he was accustomed to for his will was law. Except where his son was concerned.

He had really thought that Legolas had accepted his orders not to attend Aragorn's wedding, but in true Thrandulion fashion, his son had gone and done exactly as he pleased. Legolas had ignored his father's wishes, nay, his orders, and escaped to Gondor using a patrol mission as cover. Once there, he had wasted no time reuniting with that wretched mortal woman again and discovering the truth behind the missing messages. Even though he loved his son very much, he could not get over his blatant disobedience and disregard for his orders.

Thranduil's pride would not allow him to even respond much less attend this outrageous ceremony. He really did not know if he could ever come to terms with this situation.

Of course the joining would not be recognized by Thranduil or his realm and unless it was sanctioned by him. Any children that may result from this bonding would not be heirs to the throne and Thranduil had no intention of sanctioning the marriage. "Not that that was going to make any difference to my son anyway!" Thranduil thought as he angrily crumpled up the latest message and threw it across the room. "How am I going to resolve this with my only child?"

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