Hidderknerkness
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
5,308
Reviews:
22
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 9
Legolas sat perfectly motionless as Aragorn’s hands ran over his belly. The man had insisted on examining Legolas, having realized the elf hadn’t yet seen a healer about his condition. Gimli sat nearby, watching curiously as the man pressed gently against the swollen belly while making small sounds of concern. Finally, the man sat back, frowning. “You’re too thin.”
Legolas cocked his head then looked down at his belly. “But I’m getting fat,” he said, pouting. To him, it seemed as if he had gained a few pounds, not lost any. So why did Aragorn say he was too thin?
Aragorn sighed. “Legolas, for as long as I’ve known you, you have always been a bit underweight. It was never cause for concern before but now that you’re pregnant, it could harm the child. You need to gain some weight.”
“Aragorn is right, Legolas,” Gimli said. Until this point, he had been content to just sit back and listen but now he felt he had to do something to make Legolas understand. “You don’t want the baby to be small and sickly when it’s born, do you?” he asked gently.
Legolas shook his head, his eyes wide. “No! It- it could really hurt the baby?” he asked desperately, staring at Aragorn. “I’m hurting my baby?”
Silently cursing Gimli for upsetting Legolas, Aragorn leaned forward and caught Legolas in a gentle hug. “You’re not hurting your baby,” he whispered, stroking Legolas’ hair. “But you do need to gain some weight.”
Legolas nodded and moved away from the man, wiping his tear-filled eyes. He didn’t like that he was being so emotional, but lately everything seemed to upset him.
Gimli, who had realized too late exactly how his words effected Legolas, opened his mouth to apologize but was interrupted by a loud, persistent banging. “Who is it?” he shouted, glaring at the door.
“It’s Arwen!” a female voice said. “Let me in, Gimli. I need to talk to you.”
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He watched from the shadows as the Queen entered the room. He was lucky that he had heard her running down the hall, the beads on her dress rattling and announcing her presence; otherwise she might have caught him.
He smiled happily as he remembered the conversation he had heard through the closed door. ‘You are having a baby, my love! Such a beautiful baby it will be; just like you. Yes, just like you.’
He looked down at the book he held in his hand, studying the quick sketch on the page. It was of Legolas, the naked elf laying stretched out on a pile of pillows, gazing at the artist seductively.
The man smiled and pulled a piece of charcoal out of his bag. After a few moments of editing, the elf was changed, his belly rounder and his expression now one of maternal pride.
‘So beautiful.’
Legolas cocked his head then looked down at his belly. “But I’m getting fat,” he said, pouting. To him, it seemed as if he had gained a few pounds, not lost any. So why did Aragorn say he was too thin?
Aragorn sighed. “Legolas, for as long as I’ve known you, you have always been a bit underweight. It was never cause for concern before but now that you’re pregnant, it could harm the child. You need to gain some weight.”
“Aragorn is right, Legolas,” Gimli said. Until this point, he had been content to just sit back and listen but now he felt he had to do something to make Legolas understand. “You don’t want the baby to be small and sickly when it’s born, do you?” he asked gently.
Legolas shook his head, his eyes wide. “No! It- it could really hurt the baby?” he asked desperately, staring at Aragorn. “I’m hurting my baby?”
Silently cursing Gimli for upsetting Legolas, Aragorn leaned forward and caught Legolas in a gentle hug. “You’re not hurting your baby,” he whispered, stroking Legolas’ hair. “But you do need to gain some weight.”
Legolas nodded and moved away from the man, wiping his tear-filled eyes. He didn’t like that he was being so emotional, but lately everything seemed to upset him.
Gimli, who had realized too late exactly how his words effected Legolas, opened his mouth to apologize but was interrupted by a loud, persistent banging. “Who is it?” he shouted, glaring at the door.
“It’s Arwen!” a female voice said. “Let me in, Gimli. I need to talk to you.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He watched from the shadows as the Queen entered the room. He was lucky that he had heard her running down the hall, the beads on her dress rattling and announcing her presence; otherwise she might have caught him.
He smiled happily as he remembered the conversation he had heard through the closed door. ‘You are having a baby, my love! Such a beautiful baby it will be; just like you. Yes, just like you.’
He looked down at the book he held in his hand, studying the quick sketch on the page. It was of Legolas, the naked elf laying stretched out on a pile of pillows, gazing at the artist seductively.
The man smiled and pulled a piece of charcoal out of his bag. After a few moments of editing, the elf was changed, his belly rounder and his expression now one of maternal pride.
‘So beautiful.’