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peaceful

A Family of My Own
"...Do you ever want children, Vorladien?" I asked her as we sat, side by side, looking over the River Isen.

We had taken an unexpected turn and arrived in Rohan, days off from our original course. At first I was uneasy about it. Galadriel had stated that she could only give me a weeks time before suspicions would start to rise in Lorien. However, after spending some time with Aragorn calmed me and lifted my weary spirits. I just knew that we couldn't linger...

"Why do you ask, melamin?" I heard her say. I looked in her eyes. They were soft and full of love and caring.

"I ask, My Light, because I've always wished for a family of my own. My father wants me to have heirs... I just wish for my eternity to be complete..."

I felt her slender fingers stroking my face, hands tracing over my skin. She pulled my head down and kissed my head, fingers buried in my hair.

"Legolas...My Lord.... I would be more than happy to bear your children...." she whispered, her words breathing on my forehead.

It seemed bizarre for me to ask, so out of place under the stars, and yet I could not resist the urge. Very few things in the world would have made me happier than to hear those words.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, bringing her closer to me. Her head rested on my shoulder, nuzzling my neck and there we sat until sunrise, speaking of little things, who we wished our children to resemble, how many, plans for a future that was still uncertain, and nothing more now than idle fantasy.