Legolas wrapped a cloak around Aria’s slender shoulders as they sat on the balcony outside of their suite in Imladris, late into an early spring night. “No need to get any sicker,” he whispered. “Your Ada would not take too kindly to that.”
She shook her head in agreement as she leaned into his embrace and sighed as they sat under the stars for a while longer, enjoying the fresh air. Over the last few days, Aria had been bedridden with a stomach ailment. Finally she had gotten enough strength back to venture outside with her husband’s assistance. She had been longing to sit outside under the trees for several days. But even with a bit of renewed strength, Legolas had insisted that they venture no further then their balcony that connected to their suite. That she could live with.
Anything was better then just lying in bed. Closing her eyes, she breathed in her husband’s scent and she curled up tighter against him. She felt Legolas’ arm readjust in holding her against him. Allowing herself to relax for the first time in several days, she could feel sleep overtaking her once again. Not wanting to move from her place of comfort, wrapped in her husband’s embrace, she happily drifted off to sleep.
After just a few minutes of sitting in the fresh air, Legolas heard Aria’s gentle breathing signaling that she had fallen asleep.
Good. She needed rest since she had not gotten much the last few days.
Carefully standing back up and not readjusting his hold on Aria, he managed to picked up his sleeping beauty and carry her back in to their suite where he tucked her back into bed before crawling in next to her. Out of instinct, Aria moved close to him in bed and Legolas happily indulged his sleeping wife by wrapping his arms around her.
He lay there for a little while and let his mind drift back over the last 10 years that they had been married as he held Aria in his arms. The years had been peaceful, loving and completely wonderful. First had been his and Aria’s wedding followed by the ups and downs of the first few months of marriage. Yet after that rocky start, things got better. Their communication with each other improved and their bond deepened as well. They had learned to communicate nonverbally along with feeling the needs and wants of the other in their deeper connection. All of this only strengthen their love for each other.
Outside of their relationship, their immediate family had grown thanks to his brother with the addition of his new son, Fligan about 10 years ago. And now, Talia was once again pregnant and would soon give birth to another elfling. Sadly, they would miss this birth, unlike the last time since they would be in Imladris during the summer when the elfling was due. With Laurian and Talia having their second elfling in such a short time span, the conversation of a family had once again been brought up with Aria just after Talia had announced she was pregnant. Previously Aria had said that she wanted to have children before she was too old, but this second pregnancy had gotten her thinking – 30 years old was a good age to start trying for a family with a centuries old elf.
That had been several months ago. There was no doubt in Legolas’ mind that they were trying. There had been failures and they both knew it, which resulted in heartbreak each time. But Legolas reminded her each time that everything was the will of the Valar and if they were to be blessed with a family of their own, then so be it. Yet one of the problems with their pairing was that neither of them knew the exact signs that Aria could be pregnant.
Would she show the signs that pregnant female elves or of female humans?
Or would it be a combination of the two given that she did choose to be counted among the elves. They had yet to find an answer – so the only thing left to do was to keep on trying.
Aria mumbled something in her sleep and snuggled closer to her husband. Legolas couldn’t help but smile as his thoughts about the last ten years drifted back to the present and to what was laying in his arms. He gently brushed a kiss against her forehead before settling down to sleep as well.
As he readjusted his hold on his wife, he moved his hands against her flat stomach. While his hands were against her stomach, he felt a small but steady pulse emanating from her lower abdomen. Curiously he moved his hand away, and then moved it back.
The pulse was still there.
A smile formed on his face as he placed his hand protectively against Aria’s abdomen, not wanting to get his hopes up too much for he was not a healer.
Yet he did know the best one in Middle Earth.
The Imladris Lord turned from the chart he was studying towards Legolas, who had entered his study, bright and early the next morning. “Yes, Legolas?” he said. “Is Aria any better?”
“A little, but I need you to examine her.”
“Examine her?” he asked, a bit confused. “She told me that it was a stomach ailment.”
“I believe it is more than that,” Legolas said pausing before continuing. “I think that she might be pregnant.”
Legolas went on to explain what had taken place the night before when he was holding her and how they had been trying for a family.
“If she is pregnant then this could explain this sickness,” Elrond said.
“It’s a human sign of pregnancy. Some women just have it in the mornings. But some have it more often, like Aria is. Now let’s go find out, shall we?”
Aria’s eyes flew open as she stumbled out of bed, into the bathroom and lurched over the basin. Coughing and wheezing for a moment, she then took several gulps of water to clean out her mouth before slowly crawling back into bed and pulling the covers back around her.
She felt horrible.
Last night she had felt a little better after a small dinner of a soup that her Ada had sent up for her. But now she just wanted to crawl under the covers of her bed and die. It seemed like this aliment was never going to go away. Then she noticed something.
Where was Legolas? If he had been in the suite, he could go get her Ada and perhaps he could make her better. But she doubted that Legolas was in the adjoining room to their bedroom. Hopefully he would be back soon.
She heard the door to her suite open and two different sets of feet walk in. within a few seconds, she felt the bed dip as a cool hand ran itself down her back.
“Go away,” she mumbled from under the covers, no wanting to be bothered – even if it was Legolas. Sleep was all she wanted now. Forget going to get her ada. He would tell her the same thing anyways.
“Sorry, meleth nin. But your Ada needs to examine you.” Legolas said pulling back the covers.
Aria sighed as she pushed herself up in the bed and extended her feet out as her Ada sat on the edge of the bed as Legolas stood up.
Elrond gently ran his hands along Aria’s arms, neck and upper body then moved towards her abdomen and stopped. He looked up at Legolas then moved his hands over Aria’s abdomen again.
“Iell nin, this might hurt for a moment, but I just need to feel for something.” Elrond said.
She nodded as Elrond began to gently poke and prod at her lower abdomen. After a few seconds, a smile crossed his face. “It is not a stomach ailment that ails you iell nin,” he said placing his hand against her cheek. “You are pregnant. I would say about a month a long. So probably either right before or right after you and Legolas arrived back in Imladris.”
Tears formed in her eyes as she looked from her Ada to her husband and back. “Really?” she asked with a smile on her face.
Elrond nodded as he stood up to allow Legolas to sit back down next to Aria. He watched as Legolas wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him and then gently kissing the top of her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his chest. Elrond silently made his way from the room to allow the princely couple some privacy to savior the good news they had just been told.
“Aria?” Legolas gently asked after Elrond had left.
“Yeah?” she replied lifting her tear stained face from his tunic.
“I love you and our child,” he said.
“As do I,” she replied pulling him close for a kiss.