Part 1

Posted: October 2003
Title: Family Way
Author: sandyg
Fandom: Tolkien
Type: FCS
Characters: LOTR Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Characters: In parts 2-3 Galadriel performs a hilarious star turn as Legolas' cranky powerful Auntie Gala.
Disclaimer: All words and deeds are lovely sweet fiction from my little old mind. All nudge-nudge, wink-wink and look at who's sporting a new belly!!!
Author's Notes: Steamy sex, angst (I think a male Elf would feel a little angst discovering he can become preggers) and emotional turmoil. Brief Arwen bashing but nothing too cruel.

Summary: Legolas 1st person POV. Once the Ring is bye-bye, after he performs the hokey-pokey with Aragorn a startled Legolas discovers he's, as he claims, "the legendary beautiful Elf with the special added features." Hmm...

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Oh.

Slowly, slowly... there. Oh. Groaning softly I leaned back, my slim fingers caressing the heavy bloated belly sprawling before me. How amazing, six more weeks to go. My healer Linterta told me I'd gain more weight in those last weeks. Wonderful, my body would become nothing but a straining round mass of pale flesh. This just wasn't fair!

Although I had been growing my new belly for the past 34 weeks I still felt a strange sense of awe whenever I let the shocking reality hit me. I was pregnant. I was a round, massively pregnant male Elf.

Thank you so much, my clever Mother. Look at your slender boy now!

Unfortunately Mother wasn't here to scream and cry at, no, she had passed on a good five hundred years ago. But now I understood why on her deathbed Mother had asked me to forgive her for what she had done to me. Of course since she was dying she didn't tell me what she had done. No wonder. Ha, I doubt if I would have believed her. Why in the Old God's names would she make her youngest son into a bizarre fertile time bomb?

Mmm, today I couldn't keep my hands off my huge belly, my long fingers constantly caressing and stroking my unusual weight. My round belly's warm weight had expanded so fully that my flesh now sat firmly on my thighs. Of course since I ate constantly everything began to swell on me; I noticed my tight buttocks grew much rounder. It wasn't fair. Elves didn't get fat! Come on, ha, ha, by the Gods male Elves didn't get pregnant! Then again, I wasn't your standard issue male Elf, no, I was the legendary beautiful Elf with the special added features.

Thank you so damned much, Mother.

Ha, I guess I'd best thank Aragorn too. After all he triggered my special features. But how was he to know what might to happen to me? Thank the Gods we waited until after the last Great War to consummate our simmering passion. How could my poor Aragorn imagine my odd conception ability? I didn't even know until Galadriel told me! And Galadriel only knew since Mother was her sister so our Lady of Light knew my hilarious little secret. It would have been nice if powerful Auntie Gala had shared the news with me just a little sooner. No, how typical, like most intelligent Elven females Auntie Gala adored settling back watching the arrogant males blunder into chaos. It was only after the males had made complete asses of themselves did a smug Galadriel open her lovely mouth. "Well, hmmm, by the way, my lads, there's something vital you need to know." Argh. Damned typical!

Bah, the sweet warm summer air intoxicated my hormonally dazed brain. Even though I had just crawled from my comfortable bed after my morning nap I could fall asleep again. No surprise there; that's all I did, sleep, eat and swell bigger and bigger with Gondor's future heirs, yes, all three of them. Of course most of my sleep proved light and uncomfortable.

It just wasn't fair!

And where the hell was my beloved Aragorn? Granted I never directly told my dear lover what was going on with me but I certainly though Galadriel might provide him a slim clue. So all right, I did beg Auntie Gala not to tell anyone but how often did powerful Galadriel listen to mere boys, especially her own pretty nephew?

Ha, damn, I guess this time my aunt did listen to me. How damned annoying.

But... it had been over four months now since I'd last seen Aragorn, yes, since he rode off on that annoying vital Last Quest with Gandalf. Yes, technically I was in hiding but by now surely someone would have told my dear lover about the legendary pregnant Elf prince. It wasn't as if I was a commonplace sight. Bah, Middle Earth wasn't overrun with tall, beautiful, blonde heavily pregnant MALE Elves. Aragorn should know whose children I carried unless he thought I had been unfaithful to him. And he should know me much, much better than that.

Frowning wearily I rested my head back against the chair, my long fingers convulsively curling in my thick golden hair. Well, running away from Aragorn and not telling him why wasn't very considerate. But surely my precious king knew I still loved him and needed him?

Didn't he?

Gods, I didn't even blame Aragorn for this bizarre mess. The only person I could really blame was Mother... and yes, I could throw large blame at Auntie Gala but tossing blame at a powerful Elven witch would only make things worse. Especially since she planned on delivering my babies. No, it just wouldn't be clever to pout and point a finger at Auntie Gala.

Damn.

EIGHT MONTHS EARLIER

"Legolas! Wait!"

Controlling my delighted shiver I paused, turning to see Aragorn jogging toward me, a wide smile illuminating his achingly handsome face. My new human king looked so divinely handsome, so royal, and so completely unaware of how much I wanted him in me.

I somehow managed a cautious, non-lustful smile. "Aragorn."

Steeling myself I waited for Aragorn's usual merry greeting. The action involved Aragorn flinging his muscular arm around my slender shoulders and squeezing me extremely close. I don't know if Aragorn squeezed me to tease me or because he enjoyed touching me; I certainly hoped it was the latter. All I know is it took all my Elven willpower not to throw my slim arms around Aragorn's strong neck and kiss him fiercely until we both passed out.

Closer, closer... here it came... oh, oh, oh, don't react... my slender body firmly pressed into Aragorn's solid hard muscles. Mmmm. I received the usual little playful shake but this time... no. No. I must be hallucinating. Warm full stern lips gently brushed my right temple.

No. I imagined that, didn't I? Did I just feel Aragorn's lips caress against my flesh?

I must have imagined it because the sweet brief sensation felt too wonderful for words. I somehow kept from lunging against Aragorn and taking us both to the stone floor. Come now, no wild sex in the hallway. Gods, being so close to Aragorn unraveled my usually strong nerves.

As my mind pirouetted in wet shock Aragorn playfully grinned over at me, his thick chestnut hair brushing my happy cheek. "Legolas, my Elf, I've been looking all over for you. Ha, I swear lately you've been avoiding me."

Ha, really? How astute of you, my king. I tend to avoid people who torment my aching lovelorn soul. Bringing up a friendly smile I casually shook my head. "Nonsense, my king. We've both been so busy..."

"Tell me about it. Incredibly busy. Rebuilding a war-torn world isn't a walk in the park, no, it's more like a hellish walk barefoot in molten glass. There's not one damned thing that has gone right. Even now that the main threat is gone we're all still arguing and bickering over petty details. I want this and give me that and why is he getting that city? Nonsense." Aragorn's wide light blue-green-gray eyes, mmm, the color changed with his intense moods, slid over me in an alarmingly intimate manner. "But of course, my impossible Elf, you still look bright and fresh as ever. Could you at least have the courtesy to look as exhausted and stressed as the rest of us?"

Dear High Gods, I think I was being flirted with; ha, I prayed I was being flirted with, yes, surely I wasn't that far gone! Yes, quick, flirt back! "Dear king, please stop complaining... of course you look as wonderfully handsome as usual." There, I said it. My breath caught.

To my astonished relief Aragorn didn't seem at all surprised by my casual response. His wide eyes still looked friendly and oh so wonderfully warm, mmm, yes, they sparkled with a light green fire. "Why thank you; yes, coming from such a legendary beauty that's great praise. But... I must admit there's something I have been meaning to talk to you about in private. Do you have a few minutes?"

Precious Aragorn, if you wanted it to be so I had a few centuries open for you. Nodding I cocked my head, not trusting my voice. How sad to be hundreds of years old and still act like an uncertain teenager. This commanding vital human male just did that to me.

I enjoyed the thrilling sensation.

Beckoning to me Aragorn tried a nearby door and peered in. "Good, empty. I think everyone is still attending the council meeting down in the Golden Hall. I already told them I needed a break from their tiresome bickering."

Laughing softly I nodded. "I told them I needed fresh untainted air."

My king darted me a playful look. "Well hopefully you can wait a few minutes for your escape outside. Come in with me."

Aragorn let me pass into the small room, it sparsely furnished with a long wooden table and benches. Bright daylight streamed into the open window. Laughing Aragorn pointed at the window. "There's your fresh air, my sensitive wood elf."

"Perfect." I walked to the window, leaning my head out, inhaling deeply.

Oh Gods.

Strong hands lovingly tangled in my long golden hair. Not wanting to believe it I continued staring out over the sunny grasslands. When I could finally speak my melodic voice sounded stretched. "Aragorn, what did you need to see me about?"

Those caressing hands whirled me about, I suddenly nose to nose with my king. "You." Those stern full firm lips, oh, incredible lips I had admired ever since I met the handsome glorious man, pressed against mine.

For a minute I almost forgot who I was since I became a nothing but pair of willing eager lips nibbling, caressing, sucking at Aragorn's tangy flesh, teasing his warm tongue against mine. I wasn't Legolas, no I was whatever my virile king needed me to be, slut, whore, lover, warrior, angel... ohhh.

Drawing back slightly Aragorn smiled into my dazed eyes. "Mmmm, how sweet, I've dreamt of doing that for months. Even when we were in battle I dreamed of kissing that glorious red mouth until I couldn't breath. When things were at their darkest I think sometimes dreaming of your ripe lips kept me going." His flirtatious smile widened. "I'm pleased to see you feel the same way."

My breathless voice found words. "Ahh, nice to know I wasn't too obvious in my open lust for you."

"Not at all, my beautiful Elf. Yes, the only things obvious about you are your stunning beauty, grace and loyalty."

Laughing playfully I licked Aragorn's nose. "Hold on, my king, you forgot my intelligence, wit and dangerous skill."

"Damn, how horrible of me. Well, I'd better kiss you again in sincere apology." This time Aragorn wrapped his strong arms around my body. Gasping in demanding lust I returned the gesture, our strong bodies meeting in a long line of pure burning desire. My slim hands caressed Aragorn's broad back; ooh yes, finally feeling this male glory pressed tight against me almost proved too much.

Moaning softly I shoved my aching cock against Aragorn's lethal hardness, feeling the answering throb of his erection pulse through his cotton leggings. Yes, I felt paradise. My slim hips slowly lifted, my cock firmly caressing my king's hardness in a slow, old as time dance.

Aragorn grunted a hoarse reply. "Slow down, you wild Elf. Slow down."

Laughing I brutally pressed my slender weight against my king. "Make me slow down."

"I'll do better than that." After shoving his hot tongue down my receptive throat one last time Aragorn slid his large hands down and fiercely yanked my leggings from my slim hips. I gasped at his demanding roughness. Aragorn's commanding callused fingers instantly gripped my hard eager cock. "Yes, you sexy monster, I'll do much better than that."

For all my ancient strength I had no resistance in me, oh, instead I wanted anything this handsome man wanted, yes, anything. Aragorn walked me backward, his demanding hand remaining on my aching cock, squeezing, teasing my flesh. The hard wooden table jammed into my taut thighs.

Ahh... I found myself slammed back to the table. My head briefly smacked the hard surface. Blinking in confusion I felt Aragorn hook my slender shins around his solid waist. "Hold on, my beautiful Elf, hold on. This is long overdue." As I lay there panting in amazement Aragorn ripped open my tunic, his rough hands exposing my pale muscular chest to his burning gaze.

Aragorn's strong rough hands gripped my ass and massaged before his fingers parted my cheeks then teased my clenched asshole. Gods, wait, no one had ever... I finally gasped out words. "Aragorn, I... this is my first time... I... never let anyone touch me like this before..."

"My beautiful Elf, I am honored beyond time. This truly means you will be mine. This is more amazing than I ever imagined." Aragorn briefly worked his long fingers against my straining slender cock, he smearing my fluid on his own massive cock. My dazed eyes widened in excited awe... was all that glistening glorious flesh going to fit inside me? I instinctively relaxed, letting my slender body become boneless and pliant.

"Perfect, my enchanting Elf, see, you know what to do. Yes, I definitely know what to do." Aragorn teased my asshole with his wet head, I almost spasming in delight. Frantic whimpers flew from my throat. This was real, this was now, this was no dream!

Aragorn laughed again. "My sweet Legolas, you're amazing! Who would have ever thought that under that cool beautiful exterior dwelled such a wanton eager soul?"

I could only laugh. I rolled my head from side to side, whipping my thick hair against my own cheeks. Letting nature take over I pumped my tense hips up and down, rubbing my willing asshole against Aragorn's waiting hot flesh. My melodic voice ached with dark rough passion. "Fill me, king, fill me now. Stop all the talk and do it! Take me!" By the Gods, was that me talking? Ha, I didn't even recognize myself. As I dissolved into oozing lust my rattled brain could only create cliché words. How silly. How fun!

"Don't worry, my sweet beauty, you're going to be all mine." Aragorn smiled lustily, he slowly, oh so carefully sliding all his hard flesh into me.

I tried not to stiffen, oh Gods, ohhhh Gods...ohhh... so much so much so mmmmaaaaarh! Aragorn smoothly gave one strong steady thrust. I arched up in stunned amazement, briefly balancing my entire weight on the top of my head. My ear tips hit the wood.

"Very good, my precious sweet Elf, now..." Aragorn skillfully swiveled deep in me. Aiii! My slender body responded by bucking madly, sharp tendrils of pain and pleasure whipping inside me, entering into every pore and blossoming into sharp little stars of amazement. This... this felt like the vast cosmos exploding into creation.

Then Aragorn slowly backed out, teasing me, teasing... arrrgh! He swiftly pounded back in, burying himself deep in me. I shrieked in frantic astonishment, not believing all his hard hot flesh drilled so deeply in me. I felt skewered, split, filled to overflowing...it felt so wonderful! Mad laughter dribbled from my delighted lips. "Again, please, my hard strong king, do it again."

Aragorn laughed in joy. "My Gods, my love, you are perfect. Yes, again indeed, yes, I'll do it again for as long as I can without you making me come from all your wild wriggling."

Aiii again and again and again! My happy mind swirled with wild ecstasy. How had I missed this erotic pleasure? Why hadn't I let anyone do this to me before?

Easy. No one else was my glorious Aragorn. I had instinctively waited all these years for my true king to completely conquer me. Again, please, more ohhh yeessss.

My convulsing fingers gripped Aragorn's straining arms. I pulled myself up, launching myself on him, shoving my lust-swollen lips into his sweaty face. Aragorn laughed into my gasping mouth, he supporting me by keeping his hands adhered to my ass as my legs wrapped tighter around him. There was no telling who was taking who, I just know Aragorn quickly plunged up and I merrily slammed down. We worked like a beautiful flesh machine, flowing, gyrating, oh, oh... my aching cock pressed fiercely into Aragorn's muscular belly, I adoring the rough texture of his black woolen jerkin against my hard cock. Panting in anxious desire I massaged my flesh against Aragorn's taut stomach, wanting to burrow a hole in my new lover.

Ahhh! Moaning in delight Aragorn took control again, he leaning forward, carefully pressing me back to the table. I released him, moaning in growing vibrating delight, yes, closer, soon... my wild cock felt like it reared back then my hard flesh forward shot like one of my own arrows, the tense line of flesh erupting into countless wild spasms all over Aragorn's heaving chest.

Aragorn laughed in wild surprise, he answering my trembling orgasm with his own release. Ahhh, ooh, oh yes, I felt like Aragorn flooded me with his semen! My king's life seed traveled up into my heart and back down into my vibrating sweaty body. I felt like his soaring liquid might come flying from my fingers in wild glowing streams.

Aragorn collapsed forward, his sweating cheek pressing into my naked chest, his chest against my flat belly. Oh. Our hearts beat wildly together. Moaning in amazement I savored the brilliant moment, my pleased fingers running through Aragorn's dark long mane. I was finally his, oh, after all this time my precious dream became sweet reality.

Speaking of realty...Damn. I... hold on, what about Arwen? I... oh you feeble lusting idiot, the handsome human kisses you and you instantly spread for him on a common table with your legs wrapped around his taut waist? What an easy Elf slut! Some Prince you were! What the hell...

My angry fingers brutally yanked at Aragorn's tousled hair. "Hold, king, what about Arwen?"

Aragorn yelped in shocked pain, he trying to jerk his long chestnut hair from my determined grip. "What?"

My voice emerged in a sharp hiss. "You damned well heard me, my king. Arwen. Remember her? Elrond's daughter?"

Even though I still gripped his hair Aragorn leaned up on my chest, his light eyes narrowing in supreme disgust. "Oh yes, the unfaithful Elven lady."

My sudden anger faded as my fingers released their cruel grip. Gasping I choked back a satisfied smile. Ha, astute Aragorn finally figured the problem out. We Elves had long known that hilarious news for years; lively Arwen had trouble saying no to a pretty face. She was a truly sweet Elf maiden but she couldn't keep her long shapely legs closed. During one drunken gathering at Rivendell I even entered the sexual contest. Yes, the dark strong Peredhil female was very, very good in bed. Pooh, I still thought I was better.

Arwen was also quite skilled with herbal remedies. Of course regal Elrond would tolerate no surprise brats from his only daughter. He knew she was a flirt but he simply ignored the matter, just as he ignored his twin sons being lovers. For such a regal, controlled Elf Elrond had produced quite a sensual family. I mean obviously my dear Aragorn had also learned something from his foster family.

Sensing my controlled mirth Aragorn suddenly glared down at me, his eyes shifting to a flinty gray. "You knew."

My reply sounded basely flippant. "Ha, who didn't?"

Aragorn frowned in frustrated fury. "Well now, it would have been kind for one of my friends to tell me before I made an utter fool of myself. Was it more fun to see me blunder on thinking the best of my foster sister? What, was someone going to tell me right before the wedding? "Oh, Aragorn, by the way, your future wife has slept with half the Elves here." Now that would have been lovely."

Heaving a tolerate sigh I shook my head, my fingers now caressing Aragorn's dark hair. "Well, my king, I wasn't going to tell you since I might have... well..." Hesitating I blundered on. "Well, I would have sounded jealous since, erm, I am jealous since I love you so much."

Aragorn's icy glare quickly morphed into a wide adoring smile, his intelligent eyes once again holding that comforting warmth. "My sweet Legolas, now Arwen can be jealous of you. You're the one who has proven himself time and time again to me with your loving loyalty and courage. My fair Elf, I want you to move your things into my room for the duration of this damned dull council." Aragorn lunged up, his lips again mauling mine. "By the way, my precious new love, that's a royal command. You can't say no."

Ha, I didn't want to!

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