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Chapter 18

Staring out the window, her thoughts raced as she tried to ignore the pain in her heart and stomach. She hadn't figured out what was wrong with her. She only knew it was driving her mad with the continuing sickness. Healers started saying it was just stress from the war. A hand rested over her heart when a pang of guilt slammed her again at a thought of Boromir. Tears welled in her eyes. He had not come looking for her since he had returned that morning. She was agonized she had driven them apart.

Eowyn promised to keep her secret and came to visit her often, talking about her growing relationship with Faramir. She smiled when the blonde entered the room again. Eowyn was beaming from ear to ear. It was good to see her smile, considering the warrior of Rohan thought she never would again. "Lord Aragorn is to be crowned King tomorrow. I suspect you are going, correct?" She asked while brushing Ava's long black hair. The elf merely nodded smiling fondly at the thought of her friend.

"Good. Because I have the perfect dress you can wear to it tomorrow. Its gorgeous/" She said brightly, describing how it was a beautiful shade green shade that would match her eyes perfectly, low cut, and long enough to swish the floor with a very small train she liked to call a fish tail. "You'll look breath-taking tomorrow." She said looking to the elf's face. Ava smiled at her, though her eyes were sad. "I will let you sleep, dear." She said softly laying a hand on her shoulder. Ava nodded bowing her head slightly.

Eowyn left the healers and Ava curled up on the bed, covering up. She forced her mind to be still and she was about to drift into a sleep like trance when a light appeared from the door behind her. She froze staring at the soft glow on the wall before her. "Thank you." She heard a deep voice say. It wasn't long until a warm hand rested on her shoulder.

She flinched but rolled slightly to look at her visitor. Her heart jumped in her throat when they landed on Boromir. She held back the urge to jump from the bed and hug and kiss him. He sat down on the bed, looking to her face, worried. "Why are you here instead of our room?" He asked in a sad tone. She looked confused at him.

He was smart enough to bring a lantern so ha could read her lips. "You hate me now. You left me here when I passed out." Tears filling her eyes once again, scanning his face.

"Ava, I have never hated you. I was angry you left me on the top level to fight but I got over it when I saw you disappear between the Oliphants legs on Shadow. I was worried sick. I went to war because Aragorn asked me to fight with him." He explained kissing her forehead. She sighed softly and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him into a sweet kiss. He returned it lovingly resting his hand on her back and shoulder. They broke the kiss after a long moment but stayed in their embrace. "I love you, Aesuithiel." He whispered in her ear.

Ava choked on a sob in complete relief, all the while hating how her emotions continued to make her cry like a baby. Boromir hugged her closer, trying to soothe her. She buried her face in his neck and auburn hair, taking in his scent. She hugged him tighter and instantly regretted it. Her stomach lurched and shoved away from the embrace and threw up into the bucket the healers left by her bed for these moments. Boromir, alarmed, pulled her hair away from her face rubbing her back, noticing her spine was more prominent through her silk nightgown.

"Ava? Are you alright?" He sounded scared. She wiped her mouth with a clean damp rag when she was done and looked to him, deathly pale. She nodded slightly, looking to the healer that retrieved her bucket.

"This will pass. I hope." Boromir raised a hand caressing her cheek. She leaned into raising her own hand to his to hold it there. She missed him so much during the week. She didn't want to leave his side again. Boromir leaned forward kissing her forehead.

"I was so worried for you Aesuithiel. You scared me to death when you fought on the field. You passed out in my arms." He paused thinking back to that moment. "What you don't know is that I stayed beside you holding your hand for three days. I was speaking to you in hopes you would return to me." He said softly scanning her face. Tears were welling in her green eyes, before she kissed his palm with a few light kisses.

He smiled at them and kissed her cheek. "Come on up t o my room, love. It is warmer in there." He said softly scanning her face. She nodded slightly running a hand over his stumbled cheek. she was lifted into Boromir's strong arms and carried to his room. "I will have food brought for you. Have you eaten?" He asked softly holding her closer. Ava merely shook her head, getting sick at the mention of food. She placed a hand on her stomach trying to rub the queasy feeling away.

Boromir laid her on the bed very carefully covering her with a soft blanket. Ava smiled snuggling into the blanket, grateful for the warmth. Boromir grabbed his night clothes and pulled off his shirt head for the bathroom. Ava watched him with a bright smile, scanning his bare back before he was out of sight. She looked around the room and saw he had a fire going the hearth. The room was nice and cozy. He returned shortly wearing loose pants and a silk button up shirt.

He set a bucket down on her side of the bed with a bowl of steaming water and rags. "I'm going to take care of you, Ava." He said softly caressing her very pale cheek. She leaned up and pressed her lips against his, massaging them gently. Boromir hummed and returned it gently sitting beside her. They broke the kiss after a few minutes and he urged her to lay back down. "I love you, Boromir." She mouthed when he was scanning her face. "I love you too, Ava, with my whole heart." He whispered.

~O~

Aragorn's coronation was beautiful. The white rose petals that fluttered from the sky added to his appearance. He walked through clasping the shoulders of his friends. Ava was delighted when she received a hug from him. She watched him walk by and froze seeing Arwen. Everyone cheered when they had kissed. It wasn't long until everyone was bowing to the hobbits.

A huge celebration was thrown for the return of the rightful King. Ava could not remember when everyone was so happy. She was suddenly pulled on to the dance floor. She looked to the person holding her and smiled brightly seeing it was Boromir. He slowly twirled her into his arms (so she wouldn't get sick from spinning too fast) and the danced slowly, holding each other close.

Boromir hands rested on her upper and lower back, while hers rested on his lower back and chest, beside her head, where it lay. Boromir sighed contentedly leaning his head on the top of hers, content to remain like that for a while. Several of the dancers eventually slowed to their pace when the songs slowed down. Ava looked up at Boromir smiling brightly. They shared a sweet kiss coming to a standstill.

After sometime of dancing slow then trying a few songs dancing fast, everyone quieted down with a glass of ale in their hands. Ava even held one with Boromir, though she thought her stomach would not hold it. King Aragorn stood up with his glass in his hand and he raised it. "Let us look forward to the new world ahead of us. One of peace with all races, freedom, love, and friendships. I look forward to being your King and will do everything in my power to ensure our bright new future!" He announced brightly.

Everyone cheered and drank from their glass. Ava took only a few sips but smiled watching Boromir drain his. She watched as Arwen rested a hand on her betrothed and kissed him sweetly. Ava smiled, glad to see her friends so happy. Boromir wrapped an arm around her waist. "Are you alright?" His voice sounding concerned.

Ava merely nodded to him, though she felt slightly feverish. She pointed to the food table then rubbed her stomach very gently. Boromir nodded. "Want me to join you?" He offered as his brother walked up. She smiled at them and shook her head at her lover. She walked for to the table grabbing a plate. She was picking out some of her favorite fruits when she noticed that the king was gathering food beside her.

She looked at him and bowed the way a woman should. He nodded slightly glancing at the crowd. "Future reference, you wont have to do that when were are amongst friends." He whispered with a smile. She flashed a bright grin at him and gathered more food. "Boromir has told me you have been very ill for a week now. Are you getting any better?" He asked in concern.

Ava began eating a few grapes and looked to him, shaking her head slightly. She made the motion with her hand she felt like throwing up. He winced. "If our healers haven't figured out what is wrong, maybe I can. I am more skilled as you know. Do I have your permission, later?" He asked wanting to make his friend feel better.

Ava nodded to him with a smile. "Please!" She mouthed. Aragorn kissed the back of her hand and walked to Arwen with the food. Ava sighed softly looking to Boromir and Faramir, deep in conversation. She bit into a strawberry and closed her eyes savoring the sweet juices she hadn't tasted in a while. She inhaled sharply, her hand flying to her mouth. Tears welled in her eyes, knowing she a few minutes to run before embarrassing herself inform of everyone. She backed up quickly and turned into the table causing a few dishes to fall and crash onto the floor.

Everyone turned to the loud sound shocked, the room completely silent now. Ava whimpered and ran from the room. "Oh no. Ava!" Boromir shouted her name running after her. She was through the door and in the bushes emptying her stomach, once again. Boromir was by her side a second later holding her hair back and rubbing her bare back (the back of the dress was low cut).

Ava was trembling violently after the little episode. Remaining knelt on the ground, she wept silently. Aragorn showed up scanning them. "Let me examine her. I'll be able to find out what's wrong." He said gently resting his hand on her shoulder. Boromir nodded very carefully pulling her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his hair. They headed up to Boromir's room. Aragorn had gone to retrieve his medical bag. The Steward helped Ava out of her dress and into some of his loose fitting pants and a nightgown made of silk. She was soon laying down again by the time the King entered the room.

He sat beside her, while Boromir knelt on the floor holding her hand. Aragorn began checking her over, ruling out many sicknesses. "You only have a slight fever, you're hardly able to eat, your stomach has been hurting you, you're up-heaving frequently." He stated followed by a long paused. "Please expose your stomach. There is something I have to check." He said gently.

Ava looked confused and a bit awkward, but hesitantly lifted her shirt so only her stomach was exposed to him. He used a hand to gently press on her abdomen very gently. She groan quietly with it pained her. Boromir began trying to soothe her by kissing her hand and cheek. "Boromir, have you both had sexual intercourse with each other?" Aragorn as his diagnoses begins forming in his mind.

The couple blushed fiercely looking awkward again. "Yes. About two months ago in Rohan." Boromir cleared his throat. Aragorn nodded her rested his ear to her stomach listening very carefully. Ava scans his face curiously when he sits up trying to hide his smile. "I know what is wrong. I am afraid I cannot stop your sickness for a long time." He said, lowering her shirt.

Ava's eyes look scared looking between the men. Aragorn looked to them both. "What do you mean? What's wrong with her?" Boromir asked worried.

"You, Ava, are pregnant." Aragorn beamed a bright smile at her. Ava gasped covering her mouth, staring at him in shock. It explained everything! She looked up to Boromir who had said nothing so far.

THUD

She gasped again leaning over the edge of the bed. Aragorn shouted in surprise running to him. "Boromir?" He paused. "He is in shock." Aragorn said, laughing softly grabbing a rag, wetting it and dabbing the man's face to wake him.

Ava giggled softly getting out of bed to prop the man up on her lap. Boromir groaned softly. "I'm going to be a father?" He asked softly, smiling brightly when both Ava and Aragorn nodded to him.

"Come on, friend. You both need rest." Offering his hand to Boromir, who took it grateful. "Ava I will come up with a form of diet for you and the baby so you won't end up getting sick continuously." He said as he helped the man to his feet. Ava smiled and stood up beside him. Boromir sat down on the bed holding his head. Ava leaned up on her tip-toes and kissed Aragon's cheek. "Thank you, mellon-nin." She mouthed. Aragorn smiled brightly. "Happy to help. Now both of you. Rest." He ordered before leaving.

Ava went over to her lover and kissed him passionately. Boromir gasped returning it quickly, his hands in her hair. After a long moment they reluctantly broke the kiss for much needed air. "I'm so relieved to know your ok." He said in a whisper. Ava nodded smiling. She lay down on the bed beside him and his arms went around her pulling her close to him. "We need to come up with a name."

~TBC~

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