Four Months Later...

Arwen ran back to her, Aragorn's, and Legolas' rooms. She burst into the commons room to see her two husbands engaged in a game of chess, which Legolas was obviously winning. Both looked up when she burst in, concerned at her red face and heavy breathing.

"Is everything alright, love? Did you find out about your morning sickness?" Aragorn asked.

"Yes, yes. Finish your game first. Then I'll tell you."

It wasn't long before the game was done. Aragorn was distracted with what news Arwen might have, and Legolas, a master at concentration, quickly beat him. Arwen laughed at her husbands.

"Oh, Aragorn! I have the most wonderful news!" Arwen exclaimed.

"What is it, my star?"

"I just saw a healer, and he has confirmed that I am with child!"

Both Aragorn and Legolas stood, smiles gracing their faces. Arwen could feel their happiness through the bond, but she felt something else, too, and it became stronger when Legolas hugged her. When he pulled away, she saw the smile on his face. But she also saw the pain and sadness in his eyes.

Legolas backed away from his bondmates and looked them over. He smiled, "I am happy for you, my friends."

Aragorn frowned, "Legolas you are more than just our friend."

"I know. I am as your brother, right?"

A sad look passed over Aragorn's and Arwen's faces. Legolas was beginning to mean so much more to the both of them. Arwen and Aragorn felt their affections toward the blonde growing. Love between siblings no longer could describe their love for Legolas, they now loved him more as a mate. There was no doubt in their minds any longer, and it pained them to see that Legolas could not see it; refused to feel it through their bond. They could feel him pulling away.

Aragorn wouldn't stand for this, "Legolas what is wrong? You do not seen as happy as you would be."

Legolas face became sad as he looked forlornly at his bondmates, "Nothing is wrong. Why would you say that? I am happy for you!"

"Dammit Legolas!" Aragorn shouted in frustration. Legolas took a step backward. "Something is wrong! Why do you never tell us? We let it slide because we can tell you are uncomfortable, but we can feel the sadness and pain that you try to hide! You do not hide it very well anyways."

Legolas looked away, shame showing clearly on his face. Arwen stepped forward and cupped Legolas' cheek, forcing his eyes to meet hers.

"Please, Legolas, tell us what's wrong."

Legolas opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Tears welled up in his eyes, and so did a newfound anger. Arwen saw this and took a step back.

"Legolas," she tried again, "please..."

"I'm jealous! Okay?" Legolas shouted, catching the King and Queen off guard. Never had the Prince risen his voice to them. Legolas' chest heaved as his anger built up and tried to release itself; at Aragorn.

"You and Arwen have always had this deep love for each other; ever since you two met! I was always her brother, and always your brother, Aragorn. But that was just what you saw! I loved you! I thought it was a brotherly sort of love, but I found it was something more when I found myself becoming jealous when you were openly flirting. I tried to be a good friend! But it wouldn't go away! I found myself wishing it was I you gave your affections to. That it was I that you'd asked to marry. That it was I you would one day have children with. But then you tell me that because of some stupid law, I am forbidden from ever having children! That, maybe I could've gotten over, but then I am moved from my own chambers into room separate from my spouses! And then, once I am gone, you get Arwen pregnant!" Legolas rushed forward and grabbed Aragorn's shirt in both his fists, "Her pregnancy I could've looked past. But moving me into a separate room? One night or a few for privacy, sure. But for months? What did you think was wrong!?" Legolas pushed away from Aragorn and tried to refrain from any other sort of violence.

Arwen was trying her best not to cry. Not only from being yelled at, but who was yelling and his state of distress. Legolas had tears running down his face, which was red, and was obviously ready to collapse then and there. His Elvish glow had been diminishing, but now it was gone. The raw anger and pain and sadness in Legolas' eyes was almost too much for Arwen to bear. She clasped a hand over her mouth to stop the sobs that accompanied the tears beginning to stream down her face.

Aragorn was astonished. His beautiful, handsome, wonderful mate was before him now in such a state of anguish that it made him sick. Legolas was no longer the proud Elf he'd known. Legolas was in pain; dying, even, as Aragorn saw that his light had vanished. Legolas looked so tired, to utterly ready to give up on life. That was not what Aragorn wanted. No, he would not have this. He stepped forward to try to comfort his mate, one of the two whom he loved. But Legolas pushed him back with what little strength he had left.

"Stay away!" Legolas screamed.

Legolas looked from Aragorn to Arwen one final time before running into his room and slamming and locking both doors. Arwen hurried to the door and put her ear to it. She heard the gut-wrenching sobs that Legolas was making, and it broke her heart even further. This marriage was supposed to be a good thing, but it might kill Legolas before his part actually came into play. That was it! Arwen realized that Legolas probably felt like an accessory. She tried to send her love to Legolas through their bond, but he'd put up walls.

Arwen looked back to Aragorn, "What ever are we to do?"

"Give him time. Maybe we can help him by giving him distance?"

"No, that would hurt him more. He needs love Aragorn, but he refuses that which I send him."

Aragorn sighed, "We'll see what happens tomorrow."

Arwen nodded reluctantly, but did as Aragorn asked. They didn't see Legolas for the next week. He avoided them, keeping his doors locked except to servants, most of whom were those he had become friends with. It surprised them one day when they woke up and heard the sound of someone vomiting. Arwen found Legolas in the washroom, bent over the washbasin, emptying his stomach. She rushed to his side and held his hair out of the way. Legolas gripped both sides of the washbasin as he began to dry heave.

Aragorn had called a healer and they entered the room quickly. The healer placed a hand on the Prince's shoulder. Legolas' head jerked up at the woman's touch.

"Peace, my Prince," she said. "I am only here to see if you are in good health."

Legolas nodded. This wasn't his first round of morning sickness, just the first time that anyone had noticed when it happened. The healer asked him to take of his shirt. She prodded around his stomach area and then his throat and chest before she let him put his clothing back on. She turned to Aragorn and Arwen.

"He is... showing symptoms of pregnancy," she reported, choosing her words carefully. "I know that male Elves can become pregnant."

Legolas was horrified, "I would never sleep with anyone except my spouses!"

"And I have not slept with him," Aragorn finished. "Could this be something else?"

The healer sighed, "Well... my Prince, perhaps you should go lie down; get some more sleep?"

Legolas nodded and the healer helped him to his bed before she returned to her King and Queen.

"Your Majesties, the only other explanation I have is that it is a false pregnancy."

"A false pregnancy?" Arwen asked.

"It is when a person wants a child so much that their mind tricks their body into thinking it is pregnant. Prince Legolas will have the symptoms of pregnancy. He will bloat, which will make it look as if he is with child. You will need to protect him from your advisors. I do not know how, but it must be done."

"Thank you," Aragorn said, "You may go."

The healer smiled and bowed before taking her leave. Aragorn and Arwen hurried into Legolas' room. He was asleep in his bed, but it was restless. Arwen placed a hand on his shoulder and he jerked awake. Arwen jumped back in surprise.

"Peace, Legolas," Aragorn murmured, trying to get the Elf to relax.

"What is happening to me?" Legolas cried, once he had his wits about him. "I know that I am not with child."

Arwen sat next to Legolas and took his hands in hers, "We know, Legolas. The healer says it may be something called a false pregnancy. Do you know what that is?"

Legolas' eyes widened, and then he nodded slowly, "I know of it. I had a friend who suffered one once. She was in anguish the whole time, knowing she was not actually carrying a child made it worse for her."

Aragorn and Arwen winced. They hadn't thought about that. Who would want to go through pregnancy knowing that there was no baby at the end. They had to be there for Legolas. Not only to support him, but to keep away the councilmen who would seek to get rid of him.

I am excited for the next chapter! I hope you all are as well.