A/N I know this is AU, I decided to go with it anyways! Enjoy!
The day of the coronation arrived, and Legolas paced back and forth nervously as his best friend and soon to be king of Gondor laughed. "I do not know why you are so nervous mellon nín," Aragorn said chuckling. "I am the one who is to be crowned king in a few hours."
Legolas stopped his pacing and narrowed his eyes. "Today my wife and I will be reunited, and I do not know how to greet her after all this time apart!" Groaning, he palmed his face with his hand. "I am just afraid that she will hold resentment toward me for leaving her all those months ago."
Aragorn sighed softly and placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "I can assure you; Lady Estella will not hold any resentment toward you. I might not have known her as long as you, but from what I have seen while in Imladris, she loved you unconditionally and held you in the highest respect." Legolas looked at Aragorn and took a deep breath before his friend continued. "She understood the importance of this quest, and although she may not have agreed completely with your decision to leave, she knew you did not have a choice. I do not think you need to worry about any cold feelings from her."
"Perhaps you are right," Legolas replied with a soft smile. "How do you feel about your reunion with Arwen?"
Aragorn felt his heart race at the mention of her name. When they had said goodbye a year ago, it had not been under the best of terms. She had informed him that she had made her choice of choosing to belong to the race of Men despite not knowing whether he would return from this quest alive. Aragorn had wanted her to wait until they knew if he would return or not for if he failed, then at least Arwen would still be able to sail West with her father. However, much to his dismay, she told she would rather die as a mortal and be reunited with him in the unknown then to live an immortal life apart from him.
"I am both elated and mortified. After all, our last goodbye was filled with uncertainty. Now, she is to be my wife and Queen. I am not sure if I am more nervous seeing her again or her father."
Legolas laughed softly at his friend's plight. He had seen Aragorn face hundreds of Orcs fearlessly and resist the temptation of the Ring but knowing that Elrond's daughter had forsaken her immortality to be with Aragorn, was enough to bring him to his knees in fear. "You are right; I think your fear is more rounded than mine. I would not want to be you right now."
Aragorn gaped at Legolas in unbelief. "Well, thank you for your concern, mellon," he said in mock anger. Legolas was about to respond when they heard a horn in the distance. The two exchanged knowing glances at one another and raced from the throne room.
Estella felt her heart pounding in her chest like a Dwarven Warhammer. The long trip to Gondor had thankfully been uneventful, and despite her great discomfort from the twins, she could not hide her nervousness nor excitement at finally being reunited with both Legolas and her father. Next to her, Estella could see the same mix of emotions on Arwen's face. The two had become even closer while traveling and placing a gentle hand on her Aunt's she smiled reassuringly at her. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go to him!"
Arwen grinned back and looked at her father for his approval. Elrond smiled and nodded. Not waiting a second later, she quickly strode forward and stopped a few inches from Aragorn who seemed frozen in place at seeing her here. Legolas nudged the young man and Aragorn took Arwen in his arms and kissed her.
It was at this moment, Legolas saw her and his smile melted from his face like snow in the sun: his wife and if it was possible, she looked even more beautiful. As their eyes met, he tried to walk but found he could not move. Ever since leaving to help Frodo destroy the One Ring, he had dreamt of this day. Now that it was finally here, he found he was frozen in place.
Sensing someone behind him, he turned to see Elladan with a soft smile on his lips. "Go to her," he whispered.
Turning back to Estella, Legolas made his way to her, who was also making her way to him and it was at this point, he saw she was heavy with child. When the two were within one another's reach, they both stopped, and Legolas's eyes roamed over her swollen belly and found he was speechless.
Estella reached a hand out to him, not sure if he was angry or happy to see her. His face was a mix of emotions. Feeling him through their bond, she felt he was in shock. "Legolas, say something."
"You…you are with child," he said, his voice shaking.
Estella felt her body shake slightly. "Yes."
"How far and when did this happen?"
"I conceived on our wedding night. I found out before you left." Estella found she now could no longer look him in his eyes. This was not how she envisioned their reunion.
Legolas could not believe what he was hearing. Estella knew she was pregnant before he left and did not tell him?! "Why did you not tell me?"
"I wanted to many times, but I was afraid that if you knew, you wouldn't have gone on this quest and I…" Estella could not finish her sentence. "Please, don't be angry at me. I did not even tell my father; he did not find out until a few months later. Only my grandfather knew, and he tried to get me to tell you, but I wouldn't listen."
A part of him wanted to be furious with both Elrond, Elladan, and Estella for not telling him. His best friend knew she was pregnant and he had not told him. However, just as quick as the anger came, it left. Seeing his beautiful wife in front of him, and carrying his child, he found that the only thing that mattered now was holding her in his arms.
"I understand if you don't…" Estella started to say before she was cut off by Legolas enveloping her in his arms and kissing her. No longer caring who was there, she fervently returned the kiss.
When they parted, Legolas leaned his forehead on hers and placed his hands on her belly feeling for his child's fëa. It was then; he felt it—the fëar of two tiny beings. Staring down at her bulging stomach and then up at her, his eyes widened. Estella laughed. "Yes, meleth, we are having twins."
"Perhaps, we should get her inside and sat down?" A voice cut in from behind him.
Legolas looked back and saw Elladan smirking. "What? Oh, yes, inside…" The blonde-haired prince fumbled before taking her hand and looked over at Aragorn who was laughing at his friend's slight clumsiness. "Aragorn, a little help would be greatly appreciated."
Laughing even harder, Aragorn motioned for his adopted brothers to help their friend take a very pregnant Estella inside to their guest room.
As soon as Estella was settled, her father entered followed by Thranduil, Aragorn, Arwen, Elrohir, and Elrond. "How are you feeling iell nín?"
"I feel tired but all right. Really, there is no need to worry; today is supposed to be Aragorn's day." Estella appreciated the concern, but it made her feel uneasy when she was fussed over like this.
Elladan chortled, placing a kiss on his daughter's head. "You are my daughter. I will always worry about you. Besides", he added, "you are about to become a mother which gives me, even more rights to fuss."
Legolas sat down next to his wife. "As it is, you should not have traveled this far in your condition. What if something had happened!?"
Estella rolled her eyes. "Legolas, please! If you think for one moment, that I was going to remain behind alone while my grandfather took Arwen to Gondor you have another thing coming. Besides, I was in very good hands."
Thranduil chuckled placing a hand on his son's shoulders. "That is the Estella I know." Looking down at his son who was frowning at his father's encouragement he raised his hands in mock surrender. "Legolas, relax, women have been giving birth since the beginning of time. Estella was well cared for. Neither Arwen, myself nor Lord Elrond would have let anything happen."
Relaxing a bit, Legolas sighed. "I suppose you are right Adar, I just worry about her, that is all."
"Estella, are you certain, you will be up to attending my coronation?" Aragorn inquired noticing her evident discomfort. "No one will think badly of you if you cannot attend."
"I am positive; I will be able to attend. My grandfather says I have at least a few more days before I go into labor. I do not want to miss this," Estella said trying to reassure her foster uncle.
Still not entirely convinced Aragorn did not wish to press the matter. If Estella was sure she could attend, he would not argue. "Very well, if you are sure. The coronation is in a few hours, so you have time to freshen up and rest." Addressing everyone else, the soon to be king headed toward the doors. "I must be going now. I still need to get ready. I will see you later." Bowing his head, Aragorn took his leave followed by Arwen.
Yawning, Estella stretched. "I think I am going to rest for a little while before the coronation."
Elladan stood up after placing a gentle kiss on his daughter's crown. "All right. Take it easy until then. We will leave and come wake you in time to get ready."
"Thank you, Ada," Estella said laying her head down.
Legolas kissed his wife before standing up himself. I will be back in a bit. Unless you want me to stay?"
Estella smiled. "No, I will be fine, you go and see if you can be of any assistance to Aragorn and keep my father out of trouble."
Legolas laughed and walked to the door where the others were waiting for him. "Rest well. I love you."
"I love you too." When the door closed and Estella laid her head down, she grimaced slightly as a small contraction was felt. For the past day, she had been having minor contractions. So far, they were small and well apart. Rubbing her belly, the elleth knew she would be lucky to not go into labor before the day was over. "You must wait a while longer little ones. At least until after Aragorn has been crowned," she whispered. When the contraction left, she groaned. How was she going to hide the fact, she was in the early stages of labor until after the coronation?
Well, it looks like Estella will have these babies very soon. The question remains, will she be able to keep her contractions a secret?
