Part 2

Posted: October 2003
Author: sandyg

*****

Now why did I feel so bloated? I carefully examined myself in the silver mirror, my wide eyes growing confused. My belly didn't look any different, did it? Hmm, yes it did. My long fingers carefully probed my flesh; yes, I somehow looked a little... rounder, my normally absolutely flat muscular belly having more fleshy substance. But why? I had noticed this before but dismissed the problem as my imagination but no, this wasn't fantasy. My belly had rounded out, but it felt hard, not flabby. How bizarre! Come on, Elves did not get fat!

Aside from looking a little different it was inside where I truly felt swollen. Also now my usually calm nerves were also a mess. Even poor Aragorn commented on how short-tempered I acted lately. I didn't know why! Perhaps I felt homesick for my soothing green forest. During the past month we had relocated to Minas Tirth, taking up residence in the few areas of the palace that remained stable. Yes, perhaps living in this partially ruined city affected me negatively. I really had no solid answer. But come now, being homesick didn't explain my physical change.

Still, even with my mood swings and nerves the last three months had been enchanted bliss. Aragorn claimed that my serene loving comfort kept him sane and steady. His words were heavenly to hear. In turn Aragorn kept me insanely happy since he couldn't keep his large strong hands off of me. I had gone from Legolas, battle-tough hero, to Legolas the object of total adoration. Strangely I had no problem with my oddly passive new role. It felt restful and sweet to be loved so devotedly.

The door flew open, Aragorn suddenly entering our room. I twitched in embarrassment, instinctively sucking in my new round belly. My lover's teasing laugh ran adoringly around my bare skin. "My love, is this what you do when I'm not here, stand around admiring yourself?"

Should I say anything? No, if I claimed I was growing fat I would sound shallow and whiny. Instead I smiled, seductively running my long fingers through my golden hair. "Well, dearest, I must keep myself busy when you're off in all these dull meetings so I amuse myself with the second most glorious male I know."

Aragorn arched a mock furious brow my way. "Oh? Should I be jealous of the first?"

This was one of our silly games. "Only if you usually walk around feeling jealous of yourself."

We laughed, our bodies joining for a fierce tight embrace. Before we could attack each other as usual Aragorn walked me to our bed and sat me down, his long fingers caressing my long unbound hair. I didn't like the sudden sad look filling his wide eyes. "My love, I have extremely bad news. I must go away with Gandalf."

I didn't like the sound of that news but I tried to joke. "Go away with Gandalf? Hmm, perhaps I should be the jealous one!"

Aragorn managed a tight little smile. "Nonsense, my beauty. I... damn, after the final War Gandalf warned me this special critical time would come; he didn't know exactly when until today. We must... accomplish a series of securing rituals."

"Rituals?"

Aragorn nodded slowly. "We must travel back into Mordor and... well, we have a few dangerous areas to clean out. There's darkness stirring in the air so we cannot let it fester into something malignant."

My dark blue eyes went wide with distress. "Mordor! My beloved, no! This is horrible news! Why can't I go with you for protection?"

Aragorn's strong hands squeezed my naked arms. "My love, you cannot. Gandalf already told me we must go alone."

Pouting angrily I whipped my head away from Aragorn's sad compassionate gaze. Damn, no! Tears? Dear Gods I was a complete emotional mess. Leaping from the bed I stalked to the open window, trying to control my hypersensitive emotions. I stared out the window. My wet eyes watched the bright sun shadow the jagged ruins. My fingers angrily gripped the cool stone ledge. "How long w-w-will you be gone?"

Aragorn hesitated before giving me more hateful news. "Gandalf isn't sure but we may be gone for weeks, even months."

What? This time my fraying temper boiled into a super nova. My furious voice sailed into the air. "Weeks! Months? By the Sweet Blessed Valar, you expect me to simply stay here and patiently wait for weeks or... or months while I go completely mad from worry? Come now, king, I know my attitude has changed but I will not tolerate this ridiculous wait! You ask too much of me!"

Aragorn's low voice created a sad gentle caress against me. "My dear love, I cannot change destiny. You cannot come with me. I cannot risk you."

My strong palms smacked against the cold stone windowsill. Aragorn's words broke me. A wretched huge sob burst from my tight lips. Fine, go ahead, you strange Elf, cry like a mewling baby.

Aragorn gasped in shock. In seconds his strong arms slipped around my naked flesh, pulling me close. "Legolas, no, calm down. Don't cry about this matter... by the Gods you never cry! I... please... lover, you're scaring me."

Ha, lover, I was scaring you? I terrified myself even more since I had no idea why I overreacted so badly. Sniffing in abject dismay I whirled in Aragorn's comforting arms, freely sobbing against my lover's broad shoulder. Aragorn helplessly murmured tender little noises as his soothing hands caressed my tense back. Swallowing down bitter tears I forced out words. "W-when must you leave?"

"Tomorrow with the dawn."

So soon? That pleasant news started the frantic tears flowing all over again. Aragorn returned me to the bed, he gently sitting me down. Ignoring his comforting caresses I threw myself into the sheets and cried like my ancient heart would break. What in Mordor's Black Pits was wrong with me?

I heard quick rustling then Aragorn's strong arms gathered me close against his naked flesh, his warm lips nuzzling my tears. His loving whisper made me shiver. "Mmm, just as I always imagined, my precious love, your sparkling tears taste like the very first sweet morning dew quivering on a tender green blade of honey grass."

Choking again on a huge sob I managed a loving smile. Aragorn acted so sweet to me. "Oh, d-d-o you make it a habit of sucking d-d-ew off the g-g-grass?"

Hearing me joke Aragorn smiled in pure relief. "Before I met you yes, of course."

"So that's what mighty Rangers do while on patrol; they lick wet grass."

"Guilty. Now I have much more exquisite things to lick." Smiling seductively Aragorn ran his rough wet tongue over my burning face.

Overcoming my damned silly tears I clamped my lips to my lover's firm flesh. Yes, come on, you sensational male, make me forget all this constant madness. I quickly pulled away and twisted my slender body around. Moaning again I presented my long bare back and taut ass to Aragorn. My tense fingers gripped the carved wooden headboard. "Come, my lover, I want you to do more than lick my flesh. Make me remember you forever and ever. Brand me with your flesh."

My confused Aragorn sounded almost frightened. "Legolas, I..."

My voice quivered with my sudden fierce lust. "Now, king, or do you want me to savage you? If you plan on leaving me for months then make me remember what glory I am missing!" Trembling in want I pushed my taut ass toward my king. "Rule me now, king!"

Aragorn hesitated then his callused hands grabbed my hips, they yanking my ass to his brutal cock. Yes, Aragorn, please, make me remember you forever. Please...

Ohhhhh yes, yessss... Aragorn tunneled deep inside me, his large strong hands mauling my chest, raking, pinching, and redefining my pale flesh. His strong fingers ran over my round belly... this position made me feel even more distended. His soft panting laughter suddenly rang out. "Legolas! Dear Gods, my beauty, do I feel extra weight hanging from your middle?"

Gasping I managed an insulted retort. "Of course not, you silly human! Elves don't get fat, not like humans."

"Well, sweetness, you must be a special Elf because you definitely feel rounder!" Aragorn's hard curious fingers prodded my belly again.

Shut up already! I didn't want to talk about it! Arching like an enraged cat I fiercely slammed my ass back. Aragorn gasped in real pain. "Whoa, my wild Elf, calm down here! Gods, do you want me to sprain something important?"

"No, instead I want you to stop talking and work!"

"You are a greedy demanding Elf today! Very well, my love, if that's what you need..." Aragorn's large hands gripped my hips and yanked me up. Yes, the sweet assault went on and on... perfect. Yes, this is what I needed, a battering, total, all-consuming possession. I released to Aragorn's stunning force, my long fingers clenching the wood. Aragorn yanked my hips up so hard my knees left the bed. I screamed in aching delight. My thin fingers convulsed, the wooden headboard suddenly shattering in my strong grip. Whoops. I spilled down, my face hitting the pillows, my hair covering my cheeks. No matter! I reached my thrilling peak and felt my erupting cock dance in ecstasy, spewing liquid pearls across the sheets.

Through my satisfied sexual haze I heard Aragorn's fresh laughter then his hoarse shout of release vibrated the air. Remaining tucked inside me Aragorn rolled us to our sides, he curling around me. I panted in pleasure, relaxed from my release. Before I could suck my middle in Aragorn's rough fingers prodded my distended belly again. "Now see, I'm not going mad... you have developed a little swell here. How cute."

I shrugged, not wanting to talk about my round belly because it confused me too much. "I guess I'm getting old and lazy. All I do anymore is lay around waiting for you to make love to me." And eat. I did notice that weird detail. My appetite was increasing. But why?

Laughing again Aragorn gathered me close, our lips meeting. Oh Gods, I would miss him so much!

*****

Mewling in sick pain I slid down to the hard tile floor and panted in exhaustion. Leaning against the cool marble sink I tried to recover. All right, I didn't think there was any more bile hiding in me; I had been spewing up thin bile for the last hour. This foul new habit had plagued me for two weeks; the minute I awoke I spewed. It was disgusting.

My trembling hands held the brand new hard flesh swelling out from my waist. By the Gods, there was something seriously wrong with me. I must have some strange disease; during the month Aragorn has been gone I felt sick and achy but ridiculously hungry. I had never felt so wretched, never in all my long years. Oddest of all was my swollen stomach; in a mere month it kept growing and growing until I had a round hard eight inch swell distorting my normally flat middle. I looked ridiculous! My new weight couldn't be from my eating because nothing else grew on me.

Elves didn't get tumors, did they? The weird bloated feeling grew along with my expanding belly; yes, I felt like something pushed from inside me. I must be very ill.

I made my decision; I must travel to Aunt Galadriel. She could tell me what was happening to my confused body. I knew Aragorn wanted me to stay in Gondor and work with Boromir and Faramir on solving the new Reunited Kingdom's traumas but... surely he'd understand my strange problem. I hadn't told anyone about my bizarre condition; I didn't want anyone thinking a strong Elf was compromised or sick. But soon someone was going to notice my growing problem. Instead of my usual sleek silk garments I switched to wearing loose velvet tunics with flowing outer vests but this new growth was becoming extremely obvious. People were looking at me funny. Just yesterday Boromir looked pointedly at my expanding middle.

Yes, once I felt less queasy I would head out alone. I had to do this or go mad!

*****

"Well look at the fat Elf!" As he walked next to me Haldir's pale fingers poked my new round belly. My swollen problem was shockingly obvious, pressing heavily against my tight travel tunic. During my journey I gave up trying to hide my bizarre problem.

Glaring up at Haldir's mocking smirk I angrily shook my head. "Look, Warden, I am not fat; I am sick! I feel horrible. It's why I have come to see Galadriel. There is something seriously wrong with my stomach; it keeps swelling bigger and bigger."

Haldir snickered, he padding lightly along with me. Ooo, I silently prayed he would slam his handsome smug face into a tree. "Yes, you're ridiculously fat, that's what wrong with your big stomach. Imagine the glorious slender Legolas of Mirkwood sporting a fat heavy belly. What, has living with the humans made you weak like them? Are you sitting around eating and eating and growing fatter and fatter? I don't know, maybe Aragorn likes fat males." His fingers rudely poked my swollen middle again. "Ha ha, fair Legolas is becoming a lazy fat human."

My lips snarled in fury. "Legolas is becoming annoyed at someone's big mouth!"

Haldir mockingly pretended to shy away from my snarl. "Ohh, dear, oh me, the fat Elf prince is ever so mad at me. He might knock me to the ground and press his fat belly against me." Haldir shot me a lewd wink. "You can if you want, my pretty one. I'd like to know what a beautiful fat Elf feels like."

Gritting my teeth I determinedly marched along, finally reaching the grand main stairway. You annoying buffoon, go back to guarding the forest and leave me the hell alone!

No such luck. Instead Haldir lightly vaulted the wooden railing and blocked my way. Grinning maliciously he planted his strong pale hands on my belly, his long fingers harshly squeezing my weight. "Hold on, my fine fat Elf, do you have an appointment?"

Clenching my tight fist before Haldir's grinning face I hissed in anger. "To Mordor with you, Haldir, she's my Aunt so get the fuck out of my way! Now"

Haldir pressed a hand against his broad chest before he batted his lashes at me. "My, my, little cousin, you have been amongst the humans too long. How crude you are. Hmm, on second thought I'll pass on having the crude fat Elf fall on me." Haldir lunged forward, his arms grabbing me close, he rubbing his own taut middle against my swollen new girth. A deep insulting kiss claimed my distressed lips before Haldir darted off through the trees. His deep voice laughingly echoed in the distance. "Golthrin, Ealair! You should see our Legolas! He's grown hilariously fat! His new gut is a round fat thing! He looks ridiculous!"

Gods Above how I hated my arrogant half-cousin. Arrgh. Sucking in a deep calming breath I mounted the stairs, my one hand holding my distended belly. I swore I grew more in the week it took me to reach Lorien. I had to travel slowly since I felt so sick and swollen. Was I dying? What was wrong with me? I felt so frightened!

I finally reached Galadriel's study, knowing my Auntie spent most of her time here plotting or planning Middle Earth's destiny. I knew from my childhood if the door to her chamber of secrets was closed don't even dream of knocking unless an army of Orcs was swiftly mounting the stairs. Even then you might get in trouble. Luckily the rune-carved door stood open so I peered in, my knuckles gently knocking on the doorframe.

Galadriel looked up from scanning a scroll, her magnificent blue eyes widening in happy surprise. "Legolas, my favorite sweet nephew, what are you doing here? I thought you were helping rule the new Human kingdom while Aragorn was on his Last Quest!"

I stepped into the dimly lit study. Galadriel's blue eyes widened in stunned amazement then, to my horror, she erupted into her trilling laughter. "Oh. Oh no. By Valar I thought that my dear Sis was merely being silly!"

Disbelief enveloped me. What was she talking about? I instinctively reverted to my pet name for her. "Auntie Gala?"

Galadriel gasped for breath, she waving her elegant fingers toward me. Her laughter finally ended. "Shut the door, my young dear. I... ha, I know what you're going to ask me."

I swung the door shut and turned back to my Aunt, my confused mind buzzing with questions. "Auntie Gala, how can you laugh at me? I... there's... Look at me! I might be dying!" To my further horror those constant tears threatened my eyelids. Come on, please don't cry in front of Auntie Gala!

Clucking softly Galadriel rose and pulled me close against her slender form. I clung to her like a baby; although I was taller than her I appreciated her warm comforting power. "There, there, my young nephew, come, sit down. Don't worry, you most certainly aren't dying. Let me pour you mead. You're going to need it." Before she guided me to a chair Galadriel's graceful fingers caressed my round belly. "My Stars look at you! How many months since Aragorn first made love to you?"

Now what did that have to do with anything? Blinking I gasped out, "Just over four."

"Only four? Nephew, you're growing very fast."

What in the Valar was Auntie Gala babbling about? I almost blurted out my frantic words but one never, ever, ever accused Galadriel of babbling. "But what is my problem? Why is my middle growing so big?"

Galadriel settled me into the carved chair near her cluttered desk. She poured out two brimming helpings of mead. "Come, my pretty Legolas, drink this all down."

All right. I gulped it back and set the slender glass down. My Auntie poured me a second. "Now this one."

I obediently slammed the next back, feeling a welcome warmth spread through my tense limbs. As I drank Galadriel sat in her chair and examined my pale face. Something in my expression made her pour another round for me. "Down the hatch, my dear lad."

Hmm, looked like Auntie wanted me numb. Blinking I sent this one down my throat. Oh, I seldom chugged potent Elven mead. Auntie Gala's secret recipe tasted lovely. Ahh, hmm, I felt a little dreamy. Nice, very nice.

Setting the glass down I slumped back, my hands holding my round belly. "Please, Auntie, what is all this mystery?"

Galadriel slowly sipped her own mead. Sitting back she thoughtfully bit her lower lip. "Where to begin, hmm. All right, Legolas, did you know your Mother truly wanted a girl?"

Please, now this conversation was becoming completely silly. "No, the news is a surprise to me."

Auntie Gala swirled her mead, her bright blue eyes meeting mine. "My sister Calencerth was extremely fertile for an Elf, yes, but after four males she wanted a female. Your Mother was wild to conceive a beautiful little female. We chanted, we cast spells, we divined the perfect conception time; you name it, we tried it. But boom, out you came, and while you were an extremely beautiful male, you still sported a little lance." Auntie consumed another sip.

This conversation made no damned sense but I couldn't let that unkind thought slip. When Auntie merely studied me I prodded her. "And, erm, of course I am still a male."

One perfect thin brow arched my way. "Well, Legolas, technically yes and no."

Biting my own lower lip I tried not glaring at Auntie Gala. "Look, Auntie, I am either a male or a female. I can't be both, can I?"

To my sick alarm Galadriel looked incredibly sympathetic, she shrugging lightly. Her look made me want to run screaming from her study and leap into the branches. One rarely received sympathy from Auntie Gala; yes, you got attitude, scolding, commands, insults, orders and occasionally, if she deemed you worthy, her sincere love but rarely sympathy. This must be serious. This...

Auntie Gala's commanding voice softly cut through my fresh panic. "Legolas, my poor darling, have you been getting sick in the morning?"

"Why yes!"

"You've felt very moody, cranky, impossible, and prone to sudden weeping fits?"

My mouth dropped open. I managed a stunned nod. I knew Galadriel knew what was wrong with me!

Galadriel's long fingers gestured at my heavy belly. "And now your thin waist is blowing up like a ripe round apple? You feel bigger every week?"

I positively whined in confusion. "Yes, yes, all you say is true! Please, Auntie Gala, what is wrong with me?"

My Aunt slowly shook her head. "Well, my dear, it's not so much a matter of right or wrong. You're pregnant."

Silence.

My sudden wild hysterical laughter probably echoed deep into Gondor. Hell, Aragorn probably heard it down in stinky old Mordor. Gasping I shook my head. "What? HA! A..ha! That's completely impossible!"

Galadriel looked slightly irritated, her wide blue eyes narrowing in annoyance. Whoops, oh very bad, I had just doubted my Aunt's words. But how, oh, how... a sudden sick realization slammed into my mind. Gasping in horror I whimpered out words. "Oh Gods, oh, oh no, oh... after I was born Mother did something to me?"

Galadriel nodded in sad agreement but I swear she fought back an amused little smile. "Trouble was dear Calencerth always babbled on about her grand experiments and spells. Calencerth was only a minor witch so when she told me what she did I laughed, which of course angered her. Your mother claimed with you she had created the perfect hybrid; you were such a stunningly beautiful male, far more beautiful that any normal male, yes, almost more beautiful than any creature on earth. That trick was Calencerth's doing; she made you so everyone would admire your beauty. That detail was obvious; you are still intoxicatingly lovely.

"But the amazing thing was that Calencerth also claimed she magically altered you so if by chance a man made love to you you could get pregnant. Frankly I didn't think my flighty sister could accomplish such a technical, complex physical marvel but seeing you sitting here all round and plump..." Smiling Auntie Gals raised her mead glass to the sky. "Sorry, my dear Calencerth, for doubting you. Looks like you proved more powerful than I dreamed."

Raw terror filled my frantic soul. I numbly stared down at my middle, my fingers still gripping my round belly. Pregnant? By my dear Aragorn? Oh this situation was impossible. Just... no, come on, I must have a huge tumor or some strange bloating disease, yes, maybe when we entered Mordor there was a wicked left-over spell and it took time to corrupt my poor immortal body but I... I... my frantic mind swirled in circles.

Pregnant. Gods, my male body was swelling with a baby! Nooo....

Next thing I knew a horrible bitter smell filled my nose. Hissing I jerked away. Auntie Gala's cool hand patted my cheek. "There, there, Legolas, it's all right. I don't blame you for fainting."

I whimpered again. I needed more mead. "But Auntie, I'm a male... how can I... I... No!"

Auntie Gala shrugged her narrow shoulders again. "Sorry to say but yes, my nephew, you are pregnant. Now come, I want to examine you." Auntie Gala's commanding hands hauled me up, she leading me across the room to a small low couch. "Take off your clothing and lie back. I want to see how you are doing."

Naked? In front of Auntie Gala? Seeing my embarrassed hesitation Auntie Gala shot me a stern hard frown. "Come on, young nephew, it's not like I haven't seen you naked before. Please. Legolas, I changed your diapers."

Oh, that special news made me feel so much better. I always loved being treated like a child; ha, now dear Auntie treated me like a child carrying a child. Wonderful! My life was so fun.

Wincing I stripped down, stretching my body out on the narrow couch. Auntie Gala's cool fingers pressed my round belly, she concentrating. "Yes, my dear, you are developing nicely. I can't believe how fast you have grown! But... ahh, that's why! By the Gods how thrilling!" A brief laugh escaped her slender throat. "Let me see..." To my complete embarrassment my Aunt poked around under my balls, her skilled fingers examining the area between my sack and my asshole. Her sudden frown didn't comfort me. "Bother it all, Legolas, I hoped you had developed something close to a woman's opening but nothing is there. Looks like Calencerth neglected that important detail; bah, she never completely finished anything. Well, maybe that will change. But, nephew, if nothing develops I'll have to rescue the babies from your new womb."

My throat almost closed up in fresh shock. "B-b-babies?"

Auntie Gala smiled in amazed delight as her elegant fingers tapped my belly. "Triplets. Virile Aragorn really hit the fertile mark with you. I sense three distinctive life forms curled inside you. No wonder you're growing so quickly; those three babies are obviously happy and healthy. Yes, my Legolas, by the time you're ready to deliver you're going to be one large round Elf."

Eeeeeck, more nasty smelling stuff in my nose. This time Auntie Gala sounded a trifle irritated. "Legolas, come now, do try and stay with me. Have you been fainting a lot before this?"

Blinking blearily I shook my head. "No, Auntie, this is all new. I guess finding out that I'm suddenly developing triplets in my male body compromises my usually strong nerve."

Sighing in sympathy Auntie Gala patted my cheek again.

That night I paced the small guestroom, my slender fingers massaging my amazing belly. Well, now I knew I wasn't dying. No, instead I was growing triplets in me. Thank you, dear Mother, for making me into a superb freak. One of the Heroes of the Great Wars was now on his way to giving birth? Oh Gods no, no, no. Once this hilarious news escaped I was going to be the immortal laughingstock of Middle Earth. Look, ha, it's a round pregnant beautiful male Elf!

This news hit so suddenly that I didn't know how to react. Expectant... oh go ahead, you ninny, use the word, mothers usually felt happy since they planned for their special event. I just went from thinking I was dying from a strange malady to finding I was carrying triplets. How...damn, I was ready to go insane! Only the Gods knew how huge I would grow!

But I knew there was no way I'd remain in Lorien. Please, as I grew bigger and bigger with these children Haldir and his fellow Guards would make my life unbearable. And I wasn't returning to Gondor. Great Gods, I felt terrified of Aragorn's reaction to my freakish condition. Yes, regarding this conflict this brave Hero was being a complete spineless coward. No, I knew exactly where I was going, back to my small holding deep in Mirkwood. I must think. I must hide because I didn't know what to do!

Sick exhaustion rammed into me. Groaning I curled in the bed, weeping in new confusion. My condition was unbelievable! I wildly wished I had some weird ailment so Auntie Gala could cure me. But being pregnant? I... certainly couldn't kill Aragorn's children. Beside, I knew Auntie Gala would never help me there. And... oh, they were my children too so shouldn't I love them? I just never expected them in me!

More frightened tears poured down my face. I gave in and wailed into my pillow. Ha, gone was the fierce brave warrior Elf. Say hello to a pregnant mushy sobbing emotional mess.

What was I going to do now? What?

*****

Stay tuned! Will poor weepy Legolas have enough tissues? Will Auntie Gala ever act completely nice? When will poor brave Aragorn return? And will Haldir ever slam into a tree?

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