Feel so different

Title; Feel so different (3/?)
Author; Az (ElladanadoresElrohir@gmx.net)
Parings; Legolas/Elrohir (Glorfindel/Elladan Haldir/Erestor implied)
Warnings; MPREG
Rating; R
Summary; after Legolas’ child is born, he finds that there are still loose ends that needs to be fixed.
Disclaimer; don’t own them, don't sue me
Authors note; this is the sequel to Underneath it all, I want to thank all of you who gave me such sweet fb when I reallyallyally needed it. And I want FB as always (I live for it you know :P )
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This is betaed by Lisbeth Karlsdottir – thanks sweetie.

-Az

Amcar = morning-glory
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Oh you’re tender
Your name's a whisper
I let tears fall like rain
Apple-sized they were
All over ***
And through all of those times
When you could have died
This is what you find
-Sinead O’Connor – john I love you

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chap 3;

The large hall that was connected to the hall of fire was equally beautifully decorated. Legolas grabbed hold of Glorfindel’s arm. “Oh,” he gasped and looked out in the room and then down at Amcar again. “He really did this for us?” he whispered to the baby who was cooing softly and trying to grab one of his father's tiny braids.

“Of course he did,” Glorfindel whispered to the baffled prince.

They both stopped when they heard Elrohir and Elladan gasp in unison “Estel!” and both brothers ran and flung themselves around the man’s neck.

“It is good to know I am missed,” Estel laughed softly and hugged his foster brothers.

Elrohir turned around and waved at Legolas. “Come my love, come meet my brother Estel.”

Legolas blushed slightly. He had heard of this man, the last of the once so great bloodline of the Dunedain, but he walked towards the three brothers. “Greetings, Estel,” he said, smiling warmly at the man.

“Greetings, Legolas,” he answered and smiled back. “I have heard much about you.”

“You have?” Legolas said startled, not even daring to think about what horrible things there had been told about him around the corners of Middle Earth.

Estel laughed warmly and ruffed Elrohir’s hair. “My dear brother could not have found a fairer or more brave-hearted soul than you, dear woodland cousin.”

Legolas had never in his life heard such kind words from a complete stranger, and he found himself blushing ferociously, before letting out a yelp of pain as Amcar suddenly reached the braid he had been trying to catch. Elrohir let go of his foster brother and gently distracted the child so he could free Legolas without the little one starting to cry. Elrohir lifted Amcar up and the elfling chuckled and wiggled slightly. “Aren’t you the little rascal?” Elrohir cooed at the child and turned to Estel once more. “This is Amcar,” he said softly.

“Hello there little one,” Estel said and lent his index finger to the miniature elf.

“He is Haldir and Legolas’ child,” Elrohir said, and felt rather annoyed at that fact. He had no idea when it had begun to annoy him, but it did.

Estel looked confusedly at Haldir and then back to Elrohir, and then shook his head with a silly smile. “That would explain why he is such a pretty child. Had he been yours, he would have been half orc!” the man laughed, and managed to get a smile from the infant.

Legolas laughed nervously and risked a shy glance towards Haldir, who was smiling widely. The blond prince knew it annoyed Elrohir, although Haldir apparently had no problem with it, but when Legolas looked back at Elrohir he seemed to smile happily too.

“Can we get something to eat soon?” Elladan whined.

“Come Amcar, shall we go eat?” Estel whispered to the baby who squirmed happily in his uncle’s arms. “I take that as a yes,” he chuckled and tuned to walk to the table.

Poor Legolas did not know what to do or say, and would probably have stood there staring at the man carrying away his child if Elrohir had not gently shook his shoulder. “Legolas?”

“Aye,” Legolas said, confused, and shook his head to escape his musings before smiling a bright smile at his husband. “Let us eat and make merry,” he whispered tenderly and caressed Elrohir’s cheek. “This is a day for happiness, not for brooding, I know.”

“If there is something amiss, you can tell me at anytime,” Elrohir said softly and leaned into Legolas' touch, wrapping his arms around his mate's waist.

“Nothing is amiss,” Legolas said and kissed Elrohir’s nose lightly. “Come, let us join the others in eating. We have to be social before we can retire,” the blond said with a seductive whisper.

“Indeed,” Elrohir cooed and began to kiss Legolas’ neck gently.

“The food first,” Legolas giggled but pulled his lover closer.

“Who needs food when I can have you,” Elrohir answered and gently bit his lover's earlobe. “But you are right, my father went through much trouble to have the feast perfect, and we would not want to disappoint him.”

“Elrond? He did this?” Legolas said while gently guiding Elrohir’s head up to his own. “I had the impression it was you, don’t you lie to me.”

“Alright!” Elrohir sighed and smiled. “I did it, my father just helped me.”

“I knew it!” Legolas triumphed, and kissed Elrohir quickly. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you more,” Elrohir whispered back and kissed Legolas.

“Are you trying to have your relatives starve to death, dear brother?” Elladan yelled.

“Yes!” Elrohir giggled but began to move towards the table holding Legolas' hand tightly.

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The dinner was peaceful and the few speeches there were had not been as embarrassing as Legolas had expected. Even the Balrog slayer, who was rather tipsy by now, had not embarrassed them. But then he suddenly rose from his chair and walked to the band that was playing soft merry music. He cleared his throat. “Legolas, would you please join me?” he said.

Legolas looked completely baffled, but when Elrohir urged him on with a little clap on his thigh he rose from his chair and walked over to the golden elf and smiled nervously.

“See, I learned this little song from Mirkwood once, and I thought you might know it. It might not be the most proper song here, but it's the only one I know,” Glorfindel said and squeezed Legolas' shoulder gently, and then gestured to the band. When they had played three notes Legolas’ face split in a wide grin.

“I know this one,” he said happily.

Glorfindel chuckled and they began to sing and jump around, dancing to the merry tune.

“I’ll tell me ma when I get home
The boys won’t leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
And that’s all right till I get home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She’s the belle of Mirkwood city
She’s courting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me who is she?
imelimelar says he loves her,
All the boys are fighting for her
They rap on the door and they ring the bell
Saying ‘oh my true love are you well?’
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Ithilondo says she’ll die
If she don’t get the fellow with the roving eye

She is handsome, she is pretty
She’s the belle of Mirkwood city
She’s courting one, two, three
Please won't you tell ho iho is she?

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come shovelling from the sky
She’s as nice as apple-pie
And she’ll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won’t tell her ma when she gets home
Let them come as they will,
But it's Kaimelar she loves still

She is handsome, she is pretty
She’s the belle of Mirkwood ci She She’s courting one, two, three
Please won't you tell me who is she?”

They stopped singing and started laughing. “I haven’t heard that tune in ages,” Legolas laughed. “Thank you!”

“You are welcome. It's not every day I get to sing Mirkwood drinking songs in the court of Rivendell,” Glorfindel chuckled.

“That is the truth,” Elrond chuckled from his seat and raised his glass as a toast for the elves and the band.

Legolas sat down again, and smiled lovingly at Elrohir, taking a sip of his wine. Elladan still chuckled from the song and risked a wink at Glorfindel who totally unexpectedly blushed.

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The party had gone on for hours now, and they had all gotten more or less drunk. Legolas sat on a table and poured himself some more wine. He was more than pleased that the party was a success. He had missed his father immensely earlier, but as he looked around the room, he felt at home here amongst these elves. He had to laugh when he saw Glorfindel lean up against Orophin for support, trying to tell the galadhrim a long story, but it seemed like Orophin did not mind at all.

Legolas was shaken from his oberservations when Haldir tapped him on the shoulder. “We are retiring now,” he said, and tucked the light purple blanked more closely around Amcar's little body.

“Yes,” Legolas said and smiled at Haldir before he leaned in and kissed his son tenderly on the forehead. “Sleep tight, my little star,” he whispered and tucked away a wayward curl.

“Legolas?” Haldir said and sounded serious. Yes?Yes?” Legolas said and raised a brow, curious as to why Haldir would suddenly sound serious.

“Congratulations, my beloved friend. I am so happy for you; you could not have found a more valiant loving elf than Elrohir,” Haldir whispered and smiled. “I pray you will be happy.”

“Thank you Haldir, it means a lot to me coming from you,” Legolas answered.

“See you tomorrow,” Haldir said. “And try not to get too drunk.”

“Yes, mother,” Legolas chuckled and smiled at Haldir who turned and left the halls.

Elrohir had been standing there looking at Haldir and Legolas, and he knew that Legolas was his and that he should not feel threatened, but it still made an aching feeling in his guts. He braced himself and walked over to where Legolas sat. “Hello there, you must be the prettiest girl at this party,” he said and winked.

“Oh, you flatter me so, young man!” Legolas answered and lowered his eyes demurely.

“And you’re mine, mine, mine!” Elrohir laughed and picked up Legolas and swung him around. They both panted heavily when he put him down again. “Want to see my canary bird?”

“Or your excessive collection of dried flowers?” Legolas answered, still giggling.

“Aye, those too,” Elrohir said and planted a sweet kiss on Legolas’ lips.

“I would be delighted, I always took a fancy to birds and flowers,” Legolas purred, and bit Elrohir’s lower lip playfully.

“You did?” Elrohir said and let the tip of his tongue follow the curve of Legolas’ upper lip. “Then let us make haste.”

They both snickered and as were they invisible they snuck out of the door and headed down the long corridors of the last homely house.

-TBC-