Disclaimer: I don't own the main characters, I do however own Lerahir and Elrolas.

What I'm Fighting For

In their bedroom in Rivendell Elrohir held one of his sons while his husband, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood held the other. They had produced two heirs, Lerahir taking after his sindar father, Elrolas after the noldo. Lerahir was the elder son, nearly 5 in human years, and was taking after both his fathers personality wise. Elrolas was nearly 2 in human years and was a bundle of joy to everyone that met him.

"Will you go?" Elrohir asked, worry filling his voice. He was of course referring to the quest for the one ring.

"If I am needed I will go, it is my duty," Legolas answered quietly, frowning at Lerahir's messy hair he stood him on the be and quickly undid the boys braids so he could re-do them. Elrohir silently asked himself why it wasn't his duty as well? Of course he knew the answer, he must care for the boys, like a mother would.

"The meeting begins soon, you'd best go once you've finnished that," Elrohir said quieter still, walking into the adjoining bathroom to start the boys bath. He sighed sadly as he heard Legolas leave, up until then they had been a happy, kind and loving family. He just hoped there would be no cold words before Legolas left.

It had been an arranged marriage between the two elven kingdom's, Rivendell's youngest prince with Mirkwood's eldest. Of course neither had been too thrilled when they found out but when they met, on the wedding day, the two found that they could not stop themselves truly falling in love with each other. Now a simple Ring could ruin everything they had.. Elrohir quickly wiped away the tear that fell onto his cheek before going into the bedroom.

"Bath time Lerahir," he said falsely cheerfull.

"But Ada..." Lerahir complained.

"Lerahir..." Elrohir warned as he started to untie Elrolas' shirt, the little boy giggling as he did so. Unlike his older brother he loved bath time. Lerahir huffed as he too began to unbutton his shirt. "Good boy."

Elrohir was sat reading to Lerahir when Legolas returned. The meeting had ended hours ago but Legolas had chosen to walk the gardens before telling Elrohir of his decision. Elrohir looked up and sighed.

"Go to your room Lerahir, I'll be there soon to finnish the story with you," he said to his son kindly, kissing the small forehead. Lerahir glanced between Elrohir, looking sad and Legolas looking unusually nervous before getting up and leaving. "Elrolas is already asleep," Elrohir said, trying to sound calm. He rose and pulled out Legolas's sleeping wear.

"Elrohir, I have something..." Elrohir interupted him.

"I'll help you pack in the morning, here's you things. Now I must go see to Lerahir," and with those quick, almost pain filled words Elrohir left the room, pushing Legolas's clothes into his arms as he passed him. Legolas sighed and began to change, all the time wondering if he had made the right decision and fearing that he had chosen to protect Middle Earth instead of his marriage.

When Legolas woke he realised that the other side of the bed hadn't been slept in. He sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and saw Elrohir moving around the room, folding clothes and putting them into a small pack.

"Aragorn was here a few minute's ago, you leave in half an hour. I've packed your spare clothes and other essentials," Elrohir said quietly. Legolas rose from the bed and stopped Elrohir from moving by taking him in his arms. Elrohir tried to move away but in the end his worry couldn't be hidden anfd he clung to Legolas, his face bueried in the smooth nightshirt. "Don't go..."

"You know I must," Legolas mumbled, hugging Elrohir tightly. "the fate of middle earth rests on the shoulder's of one small hobbit. If the best I can do it s help him succeed then at least I know nothing will happen to you or our sons..." Legolas continued.

"Don't die, promise me you won't die," Elrohir sobbed. He'd stayed up all night, almost sick with worry. He'd sat and watched Legolas sleep, fear building up in his heart, so much so that it ached.

"I promise, I will do everthying I can to come back to you. You know I would never willingly leave you," Legolas said, stroking the back of Elrohir's head. "I'd better get ready..."

"Yes, you get dressed and I will wake the boys, they will want to say goodbye to you," he pulled away and began to go but then paused, turned and flung himself into Legolas's arms again. "I love you Legolas, don't forget that on you jourbney. You have a husband and two sons who love you and if anything happened to you...well I would soon follow you."

"I love you too Elrohir, and I promise you I will come back."

The fellowship watched their elven companion in slight confusion as he hugged a dark haired elf tightly and then picked up two boys, one of which could barely stand, and kissed each of them on the cheek.

"Who are they?" Pippin asked rather loudly.

"That's his husband and children master hobbit," Aragorn said, he himself saddened by the display and the thought of never seeing Arwen again. "He will not see them again until our quest is completed."

Legolas put the boys down gently, the elder one holding the tiny one's hand to steady him, and then pulled Elrohir into his arms again. He kissed his husbands lips quickly.

"I will come back," he whispered against the smooth lips before kissing him again. Then he broke away and walked to the fellowship. They all looked at Elrohir and the boys as they walked out and even after 20 yards Legolas still kept turning around to look behind him.

"You will see them again my friend," Aragorn promised, placing a hand on Legolas shoulder.

"I know, what I fear most is where, in the hall of mandos? and when...I couldn't stand it if we were parted for long," Legolas admitted in elvish to Aragorn.

"Don't worry, I shall make sure you return to him as soon as possible, you have my word as a friend, I will bring you home to him again."

A/N This was a random thing I wrote on paper at my mum's...