Goose - Baby

It's ten years after the Goose-Fear story. A self-styled "Prophet" is coming from Rohan; he's the equivalent of Wormtongue. He foretells that Queen Kaia will fall in love with a mortal and commit suicide. However, unknown to all, Kaia is already married.

Requirements: Dialogue, Legolas sneaking to see his wife, Kaia passing out and a doctor revealing Kaia is with child.




The tension within the Audience Room was nearly tangible as the throng of nobles and commoners watched their beloved sovereign pace. Occasionally she would pause, glancing to one of her ever-present shadows, then resume pacing. Until last month things had been relatively the same as always. The days had been filled with protecting Minas Tirith, fighting back the hoards of evil, straining to gain the upper hand while the nights passed in eerie silence, wondering if they would survive another day. Only the determination and guidance of their Queen had continued to give them hope for she, like her ancestor, stood among them in battle, drawing little attention to herself so as to place equality with everyone.

“The Prophet has some nerve. Making all those outrageous claims.”

“Now he seeks an audience with her.”

“What could be so important that he couldn’t send a letter like all the other times?”

And on it went among the whispering citizens now occupying the chamber. Frankly, she agreed with them. Over the past few years the self-proclaimed Prophet from Rohan had merely sent her missives detailing the outcomes of their battles. Over half of them had been correct and that alone was the reason she was granting this man’s request to see her to deliver, personally, his latest premonition.

“You need to relax, my Queen.” As always the soft, unruffled voice of her persistent shadow soothed her tension, if only briefly.

“I can but try, Legolas, you know why.”

“Yes, but it does no good to wear yourself to nothing worrying over something that has yet to occur.” Legolas’ opinion of the so-called ‘Prophet’ was well known. Even for all the times the man had been right, Legolas hated that the Prophet’s ‘visions’ made Kaia worry and second-guess herself.

“Everything in time.”

“That’s what you said five years ago,” Legolas muttered just under his breath, earning a quiet chuckle from Kaia. He was beginning to get tired of being put off in public. They shouldn’t have to hide the truth, but he did understand why she kept it a secret. The knowledge would serve to only show a weakness in her; one they could not afford to have revealed yet.

Two hours later and he was ready to seriously do permanent damage to the “Prophet”. The smug look had immediately set off alarms and the premonition he’d come to deliver reminded him of Wormtongue. Fall in love with a mortal indeed! He’d had to hold back the laughter. But the second half is what nearly sent him into apoplexy; suicide. Kaia was not, and never would be, suicidal. Unfortunately the news had sent Kaia into a faint, which only garnered another smirk from the Prophet.

So here he was, sneaking down the corridors to his wife’s bedroom. Why sneaking? Because he just happened to be married to the Queen. He hid in the shadows across from her bedchamber door, counting the footsteps of the passing guards, waiting for the right moment to dash across. Two minutes later he found his opening and was inside within seconds, the door clicking soundlessly shut behind him.

The formal sitting room was empty, but he could hear the resident physician looking over Kaia in the bedroom and so opted to wait until the man left.

“Well, Your Majesty, you are in fine health for a woman in your condition, but I would recommend you refrain from further involvement in the battles and also eat more meat. You’re a bit too thin, child.”

“My condition? What are you babbling about this time?”

“Oh my, you didn’t know? I was certain women knew long before we men.”

“Spit it out!”

Legolas grinned from his spot near the door. Impudent, impatient and demanding. God how he loved her.

“You’re with child. Two months I believe.”

“What?” Exclaimed Kaia a split second before Legolas did, sticking his head in the doorway.

The doctor chuckled. “I strongly recommend, from a political viewpoint, that you announce a King before you being to show physical signs of your condition. It wouldn’t be prudent to have a child out of wedlock with the situation we are all currently in.”

Kaia nodded dumbly, too stunned to say anything. The doctor left them to their devices, still chuckling, but promising not to speak of it to anyone. Legolas came in, sitting beside her on the bed with an odd light in his eyes.

“A baby..” he whispered.

“Our baby…” she replied.

They smiled.