Of love & war : Legolas x OC

Trouble Between Two:

Okay lol. Things are about to get dramatic. You have been warned. This has been in the works for a long time.

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~Legolas~

"Have you seen Erulisse?" I asked Aragorn as he wiped his hands on a gray rag.

"She went to your room to rest. The poor woman is exhausted."

"Yes, I know."

"Go, my friend, be with her." He stated as we exited the hall.

"My King," We are in need of more kingsfoil. Where might I find some?" She turned to me. "Lord Legolas, I am sure you must be relieved about your wife's condition?"

"What condition? Is she alright?" I asked anxiously.

"Yes My Lord, Your wife and child appear perfectly alright."

My wife and my what? 

I looked at Aragorn and he shook his head in confusion.

"Athelas is in the spare storage room. Some has been preserved there." Aragorn replied before we walked away. 

Elrohir approached. "Has anyone seen Erulisse? I need to talk to her about something."

"We all do, Aragorn replied.

"Erulisse's pregnant," I stated.

"Oh, she finally told you?" Elrohir looked relieved.

"Why wasn't I the first to know?!" I demanded. "She told you?"

"She didn't tell me, I figured it out."

"All those times you talked to her. It was about our baby, my baby." I demanded.

"Yes. I've been helping her manage.

"What else have you done with my wife?" I held his shirt collar.

"Nothing, I swear on my honour." He shoved me off. "She wanted to tell you Legolas. She was afraid."

"She was afraid to tell her husband so she told my brother?"

"Do not be angry with her Legolas. She was caught."

"Do not defend her. She put her life and our childs in harm's way."

"She wanted to be there for you when you collapsed." Elrohir said.

I shoved past him.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"To talk to my wife." I glared back at him. 

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~Erulisse~

I jumped when our bedroom door opened. Legolas stalked in looking rather stiff.

"Hey Honey." I hugged him.

"Hello."

Why was he being so rigid?

"How's Merry?" I asked anxiously.

"Our friend is alright. He needs rest." Legolas stated. He walked over and set his quiver on the dresser.

"Why are you being like this? You're never short with me." I asked nervously.

He slammed his fist on the wooden surface. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Oh no. He knew.

"Legolas, I'm sorry."

He kept his hands planted on the dresser. "Why didn't you tell me?"