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Chapter 4: Rushed Wedding
Disclaimer: The characters of this story recognized from Harry Potter are the property of J.K. Rowling/Warner Bros while those from Middle Earth belong to Tolkien. In the future, two very entertaining characters from CLAMP will also be incorporated. This is a work of pure entertainment and we claim no monetary benefit what so ever.
This is a translation of the fanfic “Ezellahen" (Spanish) by Utena-Puchiko-nyu and Angeli Murasaki.
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Ezellahen
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WARNING: This fanfic is set COMPLETELY in an Alternate Universe. There will be M-preg, elves, wizards OOC and much more.
Reading Guide:
-Normal writing: narration
-Dialogue: “Regular dialogue”
-Character thoughts: 'character thoughts' (and sometimes used for word emphasis, etc.)
-Elvish tongue: /"Elvish"/
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Chapter 4: Rushed Wedding
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The twins, Glorfindel and the future husbands were to be found enjoying an early breakfast. It was still quite early in the morning, but it is well known that elves have little need for much sleep. It was for this very reason that Ezellahen was not joining them since his usual waking time was somewhere around ten o’clock in the morning.
/“Now…we never did find out why Glorfindel was looking for us with such urgency.”/
Aragorn and Legolas exchanged obvious nervous glances at Elrohir’s question. Seeing the apprehension in his lover’s blue eyes, the King of Gondor cleared his throat and looked at the twins.
/“There is something you should know. Legolas and I are getting married…”/
The twins arched an eyebrow each; it seemed they were not very surprised at this turn of events.
/“Congratulations!”/ They cried, very happy for their adopted sibling and the Prince of Mirkwood.
/“You should ask about the reason for their…'hasty' decision.”/ Commented Glorfindel, smiling mischievously.
The dark-haired twins each arched an eyebrow again, turning to the angry and blushing Legolas (who was looking at the fair-haired elf as if wanting to stick him with a few arrows) and the impassive Aragorn.
/“Oh? Is it due a specific reason?”/ Elladan inquired, eyes shinning brightly in expectation.
/“Well…”/ he coughed. /“I suppose you are going to need an explanation.”/ Legolas smiled and turned to grasp his fiancé’s hand. /“We are going to have a baby.”/
The twins arched that damn eyebrow again, while mischievous smiles slowly formed upon their lips.
/“So…You guys decided to dig into the cake before the wedding, huh?”/ Elladan remarked.
And the other three elves stared howling with laughter at the incensed expressions of Legolas and Aragorn. Aragorn smiled lopsidedly and shook his head after a while; Legolas however (due to all the hormones), was spitting fire with his eyes and making elaborate plans of vengeance in his head. They were mocking his lover and baby!
/“Calm down, love. You know how they are…”/ whispered Estel in his ear, managing to lessen the blond elf’s indignation a bit.
Legolas turned to him and they shared a long, tender loving kiss.
“Awww…they’re so romantic,” cried Elrohir in a false emotional tone.
“Yes…I feel like weeping, brother,” whimpered Elladan and rested his head on his twin’s shoulder, while said brother patted him on the shoulder in a supposed attempt at consolation.
“There, there, brother. You knew that the moment would come in which our dear brother would spread his wings and take flight.”
“Yes, I feel better now…” he dried his crocodile tears with a napkin. “Who would have thought that one day our little and dearest Estel would end up impregnating our darling Leggy? It’s a good thing there’s still time to work through the wedding plans before our nephew is born.”
And they started laughing again, joined by Glorfindel once more. Legolas was just about ready to commit murder when the beautiful elf-maiden Sayuri Hiro brought in a sleepy looking Harry in her arms.
/“Forgive the intrusion but the little one has awoken and requested to see you.”/ She said gently.
/“Don’t worry about it…”/ Elrohir smiled and approached to take the child in his arms. “Hello, Harry. Did you sleep well?”
The child smiled radiantly, hugged his mommy’s neck with both arms, and soundly kissed him on the cheek.
Harry then let Elrohir know he wanted some milk as he gazed anxiously at the table.
“I’ll give you some milk, little one, come with daddy Dan.”
Harry smiled at his daddy and leaned his body towards Elladan for him to pick him up. He then proceeded to eat his breakfast before the observant (and incredulous) view of the present company.
“I think it will take me a while to get used to seeing you two as acting parents to a young child,” murmured Glorfindel.
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–A Week Later: Minas Tirith
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Everything was ready for the wedding; every single friend that the King of Gondor and the Prince of Mirkwood had made during the war had been invited.
The dwarves had arrived first, happy to be taking a few days off from rebuilding their damaged kingdom. Among them were Gimli and his father, King Gloin. To say that the dwarf was surprised to learn of his elf friend’s delicate condition would be quite an understatement. He had spent a considerable amount of time simply staring at Legolas, staring fixatedly at his stomach, as if to find some proof of his friend’s pronouncement. Finally, in acknowledgment of his father’s cough, he simply shook his head and congratulated the affianced future parents.
Later on, the hobbits arrived led by the cousins Merry and Pippin. They had also been shocked to learn that male elves could get pregnant, though not as much as the dwarf, and had greeted their friends effusively, happy that they were going to start a family together. In fact, Pippin even said (quite audaciously) that he now understood all those dazed looks he noticed the blond elf giving Aragorn throughout their journey, thus causing the pregnant elf to anger and blush heatedly.
Sam had arrived accompanied by his small family and had even given a few tips to a smiling Aragorn. As for Frodo, he continued in his ailing manner of always, but there was no doubt that he was getting better and that he was very happy for his friends. He kept his comments to himself, since he’d had his suspicions about Greenleaf’s love interest for quite a while now.
Almost last to get there were the married couple, Éowyn and Faramir, with their young two-year-old son, Elboron. They were also accompanied by Boromir, (AN: in this universe Boromir is alive, he’s Uko-chan’s favorite character and hence she strongly refuses to acknowledge his death ¬¬) who contrary to what many believed, was not dead after that awful Uruk attack, he had merely fallen into a deep coma, from which he had woken a mere two months back. Now, he was in charge of the Gondorian military, he was now in charge of supervising the security strategies of the kingdom. He was almost Aragorn’s right hand, since waking up he had smoothed things over and agreed to work together with the king for the good of the realm.
After them came the most renowned bachelor of Middle Earth, the King of Rohan: Éomer. He had absolutely no plans for marriage, even though he had just been introduced to the beautiful Lothíriel, daughter of Imrahil from Dol Amroth. His sister had pestered him to court her; he however, had no interest in her. He desired to marry for love, not just as a means to increase his power and/or form new strategic alliances. As for an heir to the throne, that could wait…he was still in the prime of his life.
Elves from every city had arrived almost at the same time. Galadriel came together with her husband Celeborn from Lothlorien. A very angry Thranduil had come from Mirkwood, who felt betrayed by his son for not confiding in him his love for Estel, not to mention that they were already in an intimate relationship. Imagine his shock when he found out that not only will he have a new son-in-law within a week, but he was also going to become a grandparent in five months time! Containing his desire to castrate the one that had dared to take his offspring’s virginity, he brought together his entourage and departed to the Gondorian capital.
The Rangers came with Halbarad (Elessar’s cousin) in command; they had just arrived at the capital the day before. Once again the bridal couple became the target for teasing; Halbarad didn’t hold back in the least and teased them about the reason for the rushed wedding. Still, it was obvious that he was happy to know that his cousin had finally gotten over that she-elf that had abandoned him and was finally soon to have a family of his own. Something which he’d desired since childhood.
Of course, the elves of Rivendell had brought the twins with them, consequently bringing the curious Ezellahen as well.
“This is Gondor, ithen. We are going to have a party here. Your first party in Middle Earth,” commented Elrohir, seeing how Harry watched everything with the characteristic infantile curiously of his age.
Without really understanding what his mommy was saying, Harry focused his gaze upon the beautiful white tree that gleamed in the center of the grand patio before the citadel. The banners of the noble house stood out randomly, along with the decorations and other things prepared exclusively for the great wedding that was about to take place.
“Elladan, Elrohir, what a pleasure to see you,” Éomer exclaimed in greeting.
Both twins turned and looked to the King of Rohan, the blond was dressed in formal fashion and wore a bright crown indicative of his high rank.
“Your Majesty.”
“Oh, please, we are among friends. For you I am simply Éomer,” he smiled radiantly and arched an eyebrow at the child in the twin’s arms. “And who is this child?”
“He’s our son,” announced a proud Elladan.
“Our..?”
“Oh please, not you too,” he muttered. “Not ours because he was born of us, but rather because we have 'adopted' him.”
This news ran like the wind throughout the kingdom. It could almost be said, with no exaggeration, that this news had been an even bigger shock than the one of Legolas and Aragorn getting married and having a baby. For not even in their worst nightmares had anyone imagined Elladan and Elrohir as parents to such a young child.
“ ’ello.”
Elboron raised his gaze and was startled to see the child that greeted him with a radiant smile. He had dark hair and incredibly green eyes.
“ ’ello, who’r u?”
“Haddy!”
“Me, Ebodon. Me Mommy,” he informed Harry, pointing out Éowyn, who was currently supervising the servants so that they would finish the final arrangements.
“Me Mommy not ’ere,” Harry furrowed his brow. “Daddy gone.”
“Play wit’ me, Haddy?”
“Play!” Harry cried nodding. He sat on the floor next to Elboron, not caring about wrinkling the beautiful sky-blue elvish tunic he was wearing. On his forehead he wore a small tiara, which identified him as a noble from the house of Rivendell.
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Everything is ready, we just need to call Legolas down here,” commented Glorfindel.
“He’s getting 'The Talk' from his father.” Halbarad smiled mischievously. “I don’t know what for; the baby is already on its way.”
“You’re absolutely right,” chorused the twins and then broke down laughing.
However, Elrohir soon stopped laughing and looked to his brother with a furrowed brow.
“Weren’t you with Ezellahen?” he hissed.
“Oh, yeah, but he found Elboron and they started playing,” he shrugged.
“That is no reason to leave them alone,” came the voice of Lord Elrond, who was accompanied by the groom. Aragorn wore a white shirt and above it a black shirtfront, upon which stood out the white tree, the emblem of the royal house of Elendil embroidered with silver threading. His footwear was the color of lead and contoured to his legs. A black cape completed the garb, which was fastened in place by a mithril clasp in the shape of a leaf, a gift from his future husband. Upon his head he wore the crown of Arnor and Gondor, his hair carefully combed but left to fall freely. The king was clean shaven and thus looked quite younger.
“All right, I’ll go get him,” Elladan grumbled.
Minutes later, while the other guests and friends of the groom congratulated, teased, and advised him, Elladan returned with his little one firmly grasped by the hand. His forehead was furrowed, probably because Harry’s beautiful tiara, which he held in his other hand, was completely bent and the child’s tunic was covered in dirt.
“G’an dad!” cried the child, letting go of his daddy’s hand to run to Lord Elrond’s arms.
To everyone’s astonishment, the half-elf responded with a radiant smile upon his lips and picked up the child so that the little one could give him a sound kiss on the cheek. The whole ‘grandfather’ thing had come about because Elladan and Elrohir thought it would be funny for the little one to call their father granddad, however it didn’t turn out as they had hoped, for they soon noticed that their father loved the idea.
“Hello, ithen. What have you done to your clothes?” He smiled at the child and the murdered his sons with a look. “You should not have left him alone; he does not yet grasp the concept of cleanliness.”
“We’re sorry, father.” They both apologized, lowering their gazes.
“I will go change him. Luckily, we brought him more than one formal tunic.”
Those present watched him leave, insecure about how they should feel in regards to the current attitude of the Lord of Rivendell.
Almost an hour later, the wedding began. The other groom arrived escorted by his father. He was truly beautiful in his knee length silver tunic, which was exquisitely embroidered with mithril threads. His footwear complimented his tunic in a similar but lighter shade of color. A belt embroidered with elvish characters encircled his waist and accentuated his small pregnant stomach, a sight which made everyone present melt with tenderness. His hair was styled with small braids intertwined with lace, pulling his long hair back from his forehead, and upon his head he wore a mithril tiara with integrated sapphires, a gift from Aragorn.
Galadriel was the one to marry them, since for long while now no one knew where to find Gandalf, though they were quite sure that he would show up when they least expected it.
The celebrations lasted for a long time, everyone seemed happy and, perhaps, they celebrated not just the union of Aragorn and Legolas, but also the time of peace in which they now lived, especially after having survived through such dark times. From the very beginning Boromir and Éomer left the party with a servant each, to do who knows what. Éowyn and Elrohir spent the party running after the children, worried. For while the children seemed to get along wonderfully, this new union proved quite explosive. They had already broken two expensive vases, gotten into a food fight, and crawled around under the table bothering the other guests.
Everyone ate and drank without care. When the time came to cut the cake there where a few badly concealed laughs, but everyone quit such behavior quickly after receiving a few fulminating looks from three elves: Thranduil, Elrond and specially Legolas.
/“You look tired, honey,”/ whispered Aragorn to his new husband.
/“I am, my love.”/ Responded Legolas with a feeble smile. /“It has been a very stressing day…and if we add our child to it……”/
/“I understand, I shall take our leave of everyone and I’ll take you upstairs.”/
Aragorn rose and cleared his throat to draw the guests’ attention.
“I want to thank everyone for being here to share this very important day with us.” He smiled and took his husband’s hand. “I am very grateful, but I am afraid we are somewhat tired and shall now retire. I hope that you continue to enjoy the festivities without us.”
The guests exploded with cheers and applause, and then they expressed their farewells to the couple.
“A little eager to eat more of the cake eh, your majesty?”
“Elladan, have some respect!”
Blushing up to their ears, the couple retired while the most impertinent guests snickered at the twin’s joke. Lord Thranduil was murdering his best friend’s son with a look, aware that the joke referred to his young son’s pregnant state before the wedding.
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“That idiot…” hissed Legolas as soon as they entered the room they had now shared for months.
“Don’t pay attention to them,” murmured Aragorn encircling the now wider waist of his love. “Just ignore them; they’ll stop annoying us soon enough.”
“Sure, you say that because you are already familiar with their pranks and are immune to their antics…but I am not.” He grumbled, turning to encircle his husband’s neck with his arms.
“You are even more beautiful with that enchanting pout,” he smiled before kissing his elf with all the love within him. “I love you…I can’t believe we are finally married.”
“Believe it, now you’re all mine…” he snarled possessively and proceeded to capture the taller man’s lips passionately.
/“I thought you were tired…”/ Aragorn whispered with a flirtatious smile.
/“I still have some energy…we should consummate our wedding.”/ He bit his lower lip and pulled his husband to the bed. /“We cannot spend our wedding night not doing anything interesting…”/
Aragorn smiled at his husband’s hormonal attitude. Their sexual life had been somewhat lacking during the first two months of pregnancy, but Legolas’ sexual appetite had doubled once it returned after the third month. Since then, a day did not go by that they did not at least have a quickie.
They fell onto the bed, Aragorn on the bottom, being careful that his love would not get hurt somehow. They kissed as they undressed each other with desperation; Aragorn lifted his husband’s tunic and grasped his beloved elf’s pale backside in a strong grip. Legolas purred and forced his lover to get up in order to remove his ceremonial garb.
Once they were undressed they laid upon the bed once again. This time the blond was on the bottom, but Aragorn did not lie on top of him, he hovered above him instead and sprinkled little kissed upon his lover’s chest until he reached the part of Legolas’ tummy where their child grew. He smiled gently and kissed the baby-bump tenderly, he couldn’t believe that a part of him grew in there, someone that will call him dad, a small child that will depend on him when he/she had a nightmare or a doubt. Someone that had been created with love, with his love…Legolas Greenleaf.
“I love you, Legolas.”
“And I you” he gasped, pulling him up to share a passionate kiss.
After breaking the kiss, the king of Gondor proceeded to pleasure his husband orally, just like he knew he liked it. He swallowed all that engorged flesh to the root and gave the occasional suck, which he knew drove his pointy-eared elf crazy. He continued this lovely job until he felt his lover’s semen fill his mouth. Now came something that surprised him at the beginning, but now simply amused him. It would seem that Legolas was fascinated by the taste of his own semen, for whenever he came, he would roughly grab hold of Aragorn’s long black hair in order to share the milky substance in his mouth. At first, he had found the act a bit repulsive, but if his pregnant husband enjoyed it…tsk… who was he to deny him? Legolas’ wishes where the king’s commands.
His fingers didn’t waste any time preparing that small entrance which, in theory, was supposed to have been virginal until this night. 'Things never occur like parents would wish them to…'
When he felt it ready for his penetration, he arranged the blond as comfortably as possible, so as not to harm the baby in any way. He entered slowly, pleased to hear the labored panting he caused the elf, and bent forward to share a kiss as he joined their bodies, always careful not to burden the blond with his weight. Despite giving in to passion, they were always aware of the life within Legolas.
He waited for his love to get used to his invasion, when he felt his lover asking for more he quickly pulled out and then pushed back in strongly. Panting, wailing and shouting, they loved and enjoyed their amorous activities until they were satisfied.
To Be Continued…
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Note: Haha…we thought it would be a good and fun way to get Legolas and Aragorn wed in a rushed manner. I hoped you all enjoyed it! XD If you got the hint, Elboron, Ezellahen, and the future Eldarion will be forming the Golden Trio of Middle Earth.
–Translator Notes:
Still looking for a beta reader!
Please review! Constructive criticism is always welcome!
This is a translation of the fanfic “Ezellahen" (Spanish) by Utena-Puchiko-nyu and Angeli Murasaki.
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Ezellahen
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WARNING: This fanfic is set COMPLETELY in an Alternate Universe. There will be M-preg, elves, wizards OOC and much more.
Reading Guide:
-Normal writing: narration
-Dialogue: “Regular dialogue”
-Character thoughts: 'character thoughts' (and sometimes used for word emphasis, etc.)
-Elvish tongue: /"Elvish"/
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Chapter 4: Rushed Wedding
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The twins, Glorfindel and the future husbands were to be found enjoying an early breakfast. It was still quite early in the morning, but it is well known that elves have little need for much sleep. It was for this very reason that Ezellahen was not joining them since his usual waking time was somewhere around ten o’clock in the morning.
/“Now…we never did find out why Glorfindel was looking for us with such urgency.”/
Aragorn and Legolas exchanged obvious nervous glances at Elrohir’s question. Seeing the apprehension in his lover’s blue eyes, the King of Gondor cleared his throat and looked at the twins.
/“There is something you should know. Legolas and I are getting married…”/
The twins arched an eyebrow each; it seemed they were not very surprised at this turn of events.
/“Congratulations!”/ They cried, very happy for their adopted sibling and the Prince of Mirkwood.
/“You should ask about the reason for their…'hasty' decision.”/ Commented Glorfindel, smiling mischievously.
The dark-haired twins each arched an eyebrow again, turning to the angry and blushing Legolas (who was looking at the fair-haired elf as if wanting to stick him with a few arrows) and the impassive Aragorn.
/“Oh? Is it due a specific reason?”/ Elladan inquired, eyes shinning brightly in expectation.
/“Well…”/ he coughed. /“I suppose you are going to need an explanation.”/ Legolas smiled and turned to grasp his fiancé’s hand. /“We are going to have a baby.”/
The twins arched that damn eyebrow again, while mischievous smiles slowly formed upon their lips.
/“So…You guys decided to dig into the cake before the wedding, huh?”/ Elladan remarked.
And the other three elves stared howling with laughter at the incensed expressions of Legolas and Aragorn. Aragorn smiled lopsidedly and shook his head after a while; Legolas however (due to all the hormones), was spitting fire with his eyes and making elaborate plans of vengeance in his head. They were mocking his lover and baby!
/“Calm down, love. You know how they are…”/ whispered Estel in his ear, managing to lessen the blond elf’s indignation a bit.
Legolas turned to him and they shared a long, tender loving kiss.
“Awww…they’re so romantic,” cried Elrohir in a false emotional tone.
“Yes…I feel like weeping, brother,” whimpered Elladan and rested his head on his twin’s shoulder, while said brother patted him on the shoulder in a supposed attempt at consolation.
“There, there, brother. You knew that the moment would come in which our dear brother would spread his wings and take flight.”
“Yes, I feel better now…” he dried his crocodile tears with a napkin. “Who would have thought that one day our little and dearest Estel would end up impregnating our darling Leggy? It’s a good thing there’s still time to work through the wedding plans before our nephew is born.”
And they started laughing again, joined by Glorfindel once more. Legolas was just about ready to commit murder when the beautiful elf-maiden Sayuri Hiro brought in a sleepy looking Harry in her arms.
/“Forgive the intrusion but the little one has awoken and requested to see you.”/ She said gently.
/“Don’t worry about it…”/ Elrohir smiled and approached to take the child in his arms. “Hello, Harry. Did you sleep well?”
The child smiled radiantly, hugged his mommy’s neck with both arms, and soundly kissed him on the cheek.
Harry then let Elrohir know he wanted some milk as he gazed anxiously at the table.
“I’ll give you some milk, little one, come with daddy Dan.”
Harry smiled at his daddy and leaned his body towards Elladan for him to pick him up. He then proceeded to eat his breakfast before the observant (and incredulous) view of the present company.
“I think it will take me a while to get used to seeing you two as acting parents to a young child,” murmured Glorfindel.
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Everything was ready for the wedding; every single friend that the King of Gondor and the Prince of Mirkwood had made during the war had been invited.
The dwarves had arrived first, happy to be taking a few days off from rebuilding their damaged kingdom. Among them were Gimli and his father, King Gloin. To say that the dwarf was surprised to learn of his elf friend’s delicate condition would be quite an understatement. He had spent a considerable amount of time simply staring at Legolas, staring fixatedly at his stomach, as if to find some proof of his friend’s pronouncement. Finally, in acknowledgment of his father’s cough, he simply shook his head and congratulated the affianced future parents.
Later on, the hobbits arrived led by the cousins Merry and Pippin. They had also been shocked to learn that male elves could get pregnant, though not as much as the dwarf, and had greeted their friends effusively, happy that they were going to start a family together. In fact, Pippin even said (quite audaciously) that he now understood all those dazed looks he noticed the blond elf giving Aragorn throughout their journey, thus causing the pregnant elf to anger and blush heatedly.
Sam had arrived accompanied by his small family and had even given a few tips to a smiling Aragorn. As for Frodo, he continued in his ailing manner of always, but there was no doubt that he was getting better and that he was very happy for his friends. He kept his comments to himself, since he’d had his suspicions about Greenleaf’s love interest for quite a while now.
Almost last to get there were the married couple, Éowyn and Faramir, with their young two-year-old son, Elboron. They were also accompanied by Boromir, (AN: in this universe Boromir is alive, he’s Uko-chan’s favorite character and hence she strongly refuses to acknowledge his death ¬¬) who contrary to what many believed, was not dead after that awful Uruk attack, he had merely fallen into a deep coma, from which he had woken a mere two months back. Now, he was in charge of the Gondorian military, he was now in charge of supervising the security strategies of the kingdom. He was almost Aragorn’s right hand, since waking up he had smoothed things over and agreed to work together with the king for the good of the realm.
After them came the most renowned bachelor of Middle Earth, the King of Rohan: Éomer. He had absolutely no plans for marriage, even though he had just been introduced to the beautiful Lothíriel, daughter of Imrahil from Dol Amroth. His sister had pestered him to court her; he however, had no interest in her. He desired to marry for love, not just as a means to increase his power and/or form new strategic alliances. As for an heir to the throne, that could wait…he was still in the prime of his life.
Elves from every city had arrived almost at the same time. Galadriel came together with her husband Celeborn from Lothlorien. A very angry Thranduil had come from Mirkwood, who felt betrayed by his son for not confiding in him his love for Estel, not to mention that they were already in an intimate relationship. Imagine his shock when he found out that not only will he have a new son-in-law within a week, but he was also going to become a grandparent in five months time! Containing his desire to castrate the one that had dared to take his offspring’s virginity, he brought together his entourage and departed to the Gondorian capital.
The Rangers came with Halbarad (Elessar’s cousin) in command; they had just arrived at the capital the day before. Once again the bridal couple became the target for teasing; Halbarad didn’t hold back in the least and teased them about the reason for the rushed wedding. Still, it was obvious that he was happy to know that his cousin had finally gotten over that she-elf that had abandoned him and was finally soon to have a family of his own. Something which he’d desired since childhood.
Of course, the elves of Rivendell had brought the twins with them, consequently bringing the curious Ezellahen as well.
“This is Gondor, ithen. We are going to have a party here. Your first party in Middle Earth,” commented Elrohir, seeing how Harry watched everything with the characteristic infantile curiously of his age.
Without really understanding what his mommy was saying, Harry focused his gaze upon the beautiful white tree that gleamed in the center of the grand patio before the citadel. The banners of the noble house stood out randomly, along with the decorations and other things prepared exclusively for the great wedding that was about to take place.
“Elladan, Elrohir, what a pleasure to see you,” Éomer exclaimed in greeting.
Both twins turned and looked to the King of Rohan, the blond was dressed in formal fashion and wore a bright crown indicative of his high rank.
“Your Majesty.”
“Oh, please, we are among friends. For you I am simply Éomer,” he smiled radiantly and arched an eyebrow at the child in the twin’s arms. “And who is this child?”
“He’s our son,” announced a proud Elladan.
“Our..?”
“Oh please, not you too,” he muttered. “Not ours because he was born of us, but rather because we have 'adopted' him.”
This news ran like the wind throughout the kingdom. It could almost be said, with no exaggeration, that this news had been an even bigger shock than the one of Legolas and Aragorn getting married and having a baby. For not even in their worst nightmares had anyone imagined Elladan and Elrohir as parents to such a young child.
“ ’ello.”
Elboron raised his gaze and was startled to see the child that greeted him with a radiant smile. He had dark hair and incredibly green eyes.
“ ’ello, who’r u?”
“Haddy!”
“Me, Ebodon. Me Mommy,” he informed Harry, pointing out Éowyn, who was currently supervising the servants so that they would finish the final arrangements.
“Me Mommy not ’ere,” Harry furrowed his brow. “Daddy gone.”
“Play wit’ me, Haddy?”
“Play!” Harry cried nodding. He sat on the floor next to Elboron, not caring about wrinkling the beautiful sky-blue elvish tunic he was wearing. On his forehead he wore a small tiara, which identified him as a noble from the house of Rivendell.
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Everything is ready, we just need to call Legolas down here,” commented Glorfindel.
“He’s getting 'The Talk' from his father.” Halbarad smiled mischievously. “I don’t know what for; the baby is already on its way.”
“You’re absolutely right,” chorused the twins and then broke down laughing.
However, Elrohir soon stopped laughing and looked to his brother with a furrowed brow.
“Weren’t you with Ezellahen?” he hissed.
“Oh, yeah, but he found Elboron and they started playing,” he shrugged.
“That is no reason to leave them alone,” came the voice of Lord Elrond, who was accompanied by the groom. Aragorn wore a white shirt and above it a black shirtfront, upon which stood out the white tree, the emblem of the royal house of Elendil embroidered with silver threading. His footwear was the color of lead and contoured to his legs. A black cape completed the garb, which was fastened in place by a mithril clasp in the shape of a leaf, a gift from his future husband. Upon his head he wore the crown of Arnor and Gondor, his hair carefully combed but left to fall freely. The king was clean shaven and thus looked quite younger.
“All right, I’ll go get him,” Elladan grumbled.
Minutes later, while the other guests and friends of the groom congratulated, teased, and advised him, Elladan returned with his little one firmly grasped by the hand. His forehead was furrowed, probably because Harry’s beautiful tiara, which he held in his other hand, was completely bent and the child’s tunic was covered in dirt.
“G’an dad!” cried the child, letting go of his daddy’s hand to run to Lord Elrond’s arms.
To everyone’s astonishment, the half-elf responded with a radiant smile upon his lips and picked up the child so that the little one could give him a sound kiss on the cheek. The whole ‘grandfather’ thing had come about because Elladan and Elrohir thought it would be funny for the little one to call their father granddad, however it didn’t turn out as they had hoped, for they soon noticed that their father loved the idea.
“Hello, ithen. What have you done to your clothes?” He smiled at the child and the murdered his sons with a look. “You should not have left him alone; he does not yet grasp the concept of cleanliness.”
“We’re sorry, father.” They both apologized, lowering their gazes.
“I will go change him. Luckily, we brought him more than one formal tunic.”
Those present watched him leave, insecure about how they should feel in regards to the current attitude of the Lord of Rivendell.
Almost an hour later, the wedding began. The other groom arrived escorted by his father. He was truly beautiful in his knee length silver tunic, which was exquisitely embroidered with mithril threads. His footwear complimented his tunic in a similar but lighter shade of color. A belt embroidered with elvish characters encircled his waist and accentuated his small pregnant stomach, a sight which made everyone present melt with tenderness. His hair was styled with small braids intertwined with lace, pulling his long hair back from his forehead, and upon his head he wore a mithril tiara with integrated sapphires, a gift from Aragorn.
Galadriel was the one to marry them, since for long while now no one knew where to find Gandalf, though they were quite sure that he would show up when they least expected it.
The celebrations lasted for a long time, everyone seemed happy and, perhaps, they celebrated not just the union of Aragorn and Legolas, but also the time of peace in which they now lived, especially after having survived through such dark times. From the very beginning Boromir and Éomer left the party with a servant each, to do who knows what. Éowyn and Elrohir spent the party running after the children, worried. For while the children seemed to get along wonderfully, this new union proved quite explosive. They had already broken two expensive vases, gotten into a food fight, and crawled around under the table bothering the other guests.
Everyone ate and drank without care. When the time came to cut the cake there where a few badly concealed laughs, but everyone quit such behavior quickly after receiving a few fulminating looks from three elves: Thranduil, Elrond and specially Legolas.
/“You look tired, honey,”/ whispered Aragorn to his new husband.
/“I am, my love.”/ Responded Legolas with a feeble smile. /“It has been a very stressing day…and if we add our child to it……”/
/“I understand, I shall take our leave of everyone and I’ll take you upstairs.”/
Aragorn rose and cleared his throat to draw the guests’ attention.
“I want to thank everyone for being here to share this very important day with us.” He smiled and took his husband’s hand. “I am very grateful, but I am afraid we are somewhat tired and shall now retire. I hope that you continue to enjoy the festivities without us.”
The guests exploded with cheers and applause, and then they expressed their farewells to the couple.
“A little eager to eat more of the cake eh, your majesty?”
“Elladan, have some respect!”
Blushing up to their ears, the couple retired while the most impertinent guests snickered at the twin’s joke. Lord Thranduil was murdering his best friend’s son with a look, aware that the joke referred to his young son’s pregnant state before the wedding.
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“That idiot…” hissed Legolas as soon as they entered the room they had now shared for months.
“Don’t pay attention to them,” murmured Aragorn encircling the now wider waist of his love. “Just ignore them; they’ll stop annoying us soon enough.”
“Sure, you say that because you are already familiar with their pranks and are immune to their antics…but I am not.” He grumbled, turning to encircle his husband’s neck with his arms.
“You are even more beautiful with that enchanting pout,” he smiled before kissing his elf with all the love within him. “I love you…I can’t believe we are finally married.”
“Believe it, now you’re all mine…” he snarled possessively and proceeded to capture the taller man’s lips passionately.
/“I thought you were tired…”/ Aragorn whispered with a flirtatious smile.
/“I still have some energy…we should consummate our wedding.”/ He bit his lower lip and pulled his husband to the bed. /“We cannot spend our wedding night not doing anything interesting…”/
Aragorn smiled at his husband’s hormonal attitude. Their sexual life had been somewhat lacking during the first two months of pregnancy, but Legolas’ sexual appetite had doubled once it returned after the third month. Since then, a day did not go by that they did not at least have a quickie.
They fell onto the bed, Aragorn on the bottom, being careful that his love would not get hurt somehow. They kissed as they undressed each other with desperation; Aragorn lifted his husband’s tunic and grasped his beloved elf’s pale backside in a strong grip. Legolas purred and forced his lover to get up in order to remove his ceremonial garb.
Once they were undressed they laid upon the bed once again. This time the blond was on the bottom, but Aragorn did not lie on top of him, he hovered above him instead and sprinkled little kissed upon his lover’s chest until he reached the part of Legolas’ tummy where their child grew. He smiled gently and kissed the baby-bump tenderly, he couldn’t believe that a part of him grew in there, someone that will call him dad, a small child that will depend on him when he/she had a nightmare or a doubt. Someone that had been created with love, with his love…Legolas Greenleaf.
“I love you, Legolas.”
“And I you” he gasped, pulling him up to share a passionate kiss.
After breaking the kiss, the king of Gondor proceeded to pleasure his husband orally, just like he knew he liked it. He swallowed all that engorged flesh to the root and gave the occasional suck, which he knew drove his pointy-eared elf crazy. He continued this lovely job until he felt his lover’s semen fill his mouth. Now came something that surprised him at the beginning, but now simply amused him. It would seem that Legolas was fascinated by the taste of his own semen, for whenever he came, he would roughly grab hold of Aragorn’s long black hair in order to share the milky substance in his mouth. At first, he had found the act a bit repulsive, but if his pregnant husband enjoyed it…tsk… who was he to deny him? Legolas’ wishes where the king’s commands.
His fingers didn’t waste any time preparing that small entrance which, in theory, was supposed to have been virginal until this night. 'Things never occur like parents would wish them to…'
When he felt it ready for his penetration, he arranged the blond as comfortably as possible, so as not to harm the baby in any way. He entered slowly, pleased to hear the labored panting he caused the elf, and bent forward to share a kiss as he joined their bodies, always careful not to burden the blond with his weight. Despite giving in to passion, they were always aware of the life within Legolas.
He waited for his love to get used to his invasion, when he felt his lover asking for more he quickly pulled out and then pushed back in strongly. Panting, wailing and shouting, they loved and enjoyed their amorous activities until they were satisfied.
To Be Continued…
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Note: Haha…we thought it would be a good and fun way to get Legolas and Aragorn wed in a rushed manner. I hoped you all enjoyed it! XD If you got the hint, Elboron, Ezellahen, and the future Eldarion will be forming the Golden Trio of Middle Earth.
–Translator Notes:
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