secrets and speculations (to all who wants to read)

"*rubs his forehead* ow we slept a hole in the day, *looks at the empty spots next to him* uh? where are they?" Golradir mumbles to himself before crawling out of the bed. The light hurted his eyes and he realized he'd have a hangover for the rest of the day. Trying to get used to the bright light he searches his clothes, gets dressed and then goes downstairs. "*nods* morning, slept well?" a voice asks
"*nods then yawns* yeah...ow and how 'bout you Gonfindl?"
"Mh? well I'm alright, Isil has gone to the temple, I'm worried about her, she's acting strange lately...being sick in the morning *looks at his friend* the last time she had that was...when she were carrying my child..."
"*eyes widen* you're thinking she's, pregnant? But I assumed that were, impossible..." Golradir responds while taking an apple. "*sits down* so far I assumed the same thing, but, Isil ain't entirely flower fairy...she's also part wood elf, from fathers side. Ask isil sometime what kind of history that was, for I hardly remember the details, yet all I know is that her parents loved eachother against the rules of both their people...Me I'm a mixture of all sorts of elves. Mountain, High and wood elves...And we both know we have enough potency to cause an overpopulation *grins amused before laughing out loud*"
"*laughs too* Gonfindl, you wicked pal, you don't have to remind me *grins* but to be sure of what we assume, ain't that a bit dangerous? I mean what if...*begins to walk around* what if she ain't expecting a child from at least one of us... all we did then is hoped for nothing..." Golradir notices
"*sighes* and then we'd end up dissapointed, I know, *looks trough the window* I don't know what went wrong with our first born one... sometimes I have this feeling that the nursemaid has got something to do with his death, for... our son wasn't the only child that died that year...*turns to Golradir again* I can only speculate, for the only one who knows the truth is burned now along with that cursed village of Dun Natal." Gonfindl replied. "*stands up* look, what has happened cannot be undone, all we can do now is make sure that one day we can call ourselves a father, you know what I mean? *grins*"
"*grins back* sure I know, but I'm still worried about our wife, I mean being sick..."
"*enters the house* I'm not sick, I'm not adapted to the enviroment yet..." I respond causing both men to turn around. Both embrace me and then I sigh relieved. "I just went to the temple to ask 'her' for aide, not for myself but for two...no three friends who're on a yourney now." I explain realizing that a peachpie loving elf called Lindor is with them too. Yet as I look at both my husbands I doubt if I'm going to tell them the good news already or keep it secret for just a little while longer...

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> "rubs his forehead ow we slept a hole in the day, looks at the empty spots next to him uh? where are they?" Golradir mumbles to himself before crawling out of the bed. The light hurted his eyes and he realized he'd have a hangover for the rest of the day. Trying to get used to the bright light he searches his clothes, gets dressed and then goes downstairs. "nods morning, slept well?" a voice asks > "nods then yawns yeah...ow and how 'bout you Gonfindl?" > "Mh? well I'm alright, Isil has gone to the temple, I'm worried about her, she's acting strange lately...being sick in the morning looks at his friend the last time she had that was...when she were carrying my child..." > "eyes widen you're thinking she's, pregnant? But I assumed that were, impossible..." Golradir responds while taking an apple. "sits down so far I assumed the same thing, but, Isil ain't entirely flower fairy...she's also part wood elf, from fathers side. Ask isil sometime what kind of history that was, for I hardly remember the details, yet all I know is that her parents loved eachother against the rules of both their people...Me I'm a mixture of all sorts of elves. Mountain, High and wood elves...And we both know we have enough potency to cause an overpopulation grins amused before laughing out loud" > "laughs too Gonfindl, you wicked pal, you don't have to remind me grins but to be sure of what we assume, ain't that a bit dangerous? I mean what if...begins to walk around what if she ain't expecting a child from at least one of us... all we did then is hoped for nothing..." Golradir notices > "sighes and then we'd end up dissapointed, I know, looks trough the window I don't know what went wrong with our first born one... sometimes I have this feeling that the nursemaid has got something to do with his death, for... our son wasn't the only child that died that year...turns to Golradir again I can only speculate, for the only one who knows the truth is burned now along with that cursed village of Dun Natal." Gonfindl replied. "stands up look, what has happened cannot be undone, all we can do now is make sure that one day we can call ourselves a father, you know what I mean? grins" > "grins back sure I know, but I'm still worried about our wife, I mean being sick..." > "enters the house I'm not sick, I'm not adapted to the enviroment yet..." I respond causing both men to turn around. Both embrace me and then I sigh relieved. "I just went to the temple to ask 'her' for aide, not for myself but for two...no three friends who're on a yourney now." I explain realizing that a peachpie loving elf called Lindor is with them too. Yet as I look at both my husbands I doubt if I'm going to tell them the good news already or keep it secret for just a little while longer...
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