“Pregnant” Antira replied as a shock stricken Faramir surveyed her every movement.
Nothing else was said between those three in that room. They all knew what was going to be said.
But what was going to happen when the Fellowship left Gondor to continue with their journey.
“I can’t be bearing a child. It can’t be. It’s impossible.” Antira said as they walked down the hallway hand in hand.
“You might not be…you might just be catching a cold-“
“Elves don’t catch `colds’. And besides. If I was `sick’, I would be sick at this moment and not just in the morning.” Antira exclaimed trying to make her point.
Legolas took it.
They didn’t talk for about 10 minutes until they got back to their room and closed the door.
Antira sat down. Legolas, being as worried as he was, sat down on the floor in front of her and took her hands in his own.
“Antira, this means we have a problem.” he said as he stared into her eyes with sympathy.
“What problem is that?”
“What will you do when we must leave. Will you come and pray you don’t get hurt, or will you stay and pray that Gondor isn’t invaded during the time that you are bearing this child?” he said as calmly as he could. But Antira saw right through that.
“We don’t have to think about that right now. We will when the time comes to think about it. But right now, we need to determine if this is really happening.” Antira said as she stood up and walked to the door. “I’m going to see Aragorn.”
“You can’t. You know what he’ll do.”
“Would you rather I talk to Gandalf and get thrown out of the Fellowship? Or would you like me to go and see Aragorn and try not to get thrown out of the Fellowship?” Antira left the room after these words leaving Legolas behind.
Behind to do nothing , but think about their future, and whether or not he was going to be going back with the Fellowship to save Middle-earth.