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A/N: Thanks to all of you who reviewed my last young Aragorn fic. You're the reason I wrote this one. Thanks also go to Megan, the typer. Any misspellings are her fault.

Estel is what Aragorn was called when he was raised in the House of Elrond.

Mithrandir is what the elves called Gandalf.

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The Birds and the Bees

Estel carefully snuck along. The passageway to the kitchen should have been deserted right now, but Estel couldn't be sure. Besides elves slept lightly, and he was still in trouble from yesterday.
Yesterday... That was the reason he was here in the first place. Elrond had caught him kissing the girl who sat in front of him in class. Therefore, he had been forced to endure "the talk." Estel found it slightly humorous that Elrond had insisted that Glorfindel explain the birds and the bees.
The millennia old elf-lord had done the whole thing quite scientifically. Estel figured that Glorfindel was way to old to remember what it was actually like. However, Estel had never connected some of things Glorfindel told him, but now that he had figured things out, a prank was under way.
Estel had now reached the kitchen. Years of midnight snacking had taught him how to get into the kitchen without making the door creak. He also knew his way around well enough to not need a lamp. He quickly grabbed a jar off a shelf, and returned to his room. The next morning, the chef noticed that a jar of cherry preserves was gone. He didn't think it was worth mentioning, and promptly forgot about the matter.
A week later, at the Midsummer Day feast, Estel's plan came to fruitation. He had "borrowed" a copy of the seating plan and had realized that his very unliked teacher was getting a seat of honor at the head of the table. He was annoyed to realize that this put her right between him and Glorfindel, and on Estel's other side was some important elf from who-cared-where.
So right before the feast was supposed to begin, Estel slipped in with his jar of cherry preserves. He then carefully spread the thick sauce part on the chair of his teacher. He made sure that it blended in with the pattern so no one would notice when they went to sit down. If his teacher shifted in her chair, the preserves would rub into the blush part of the fabric, probably producing a very blood-like appearance, and just to be safe he did this to a few other chairs.
Estel slipped back to where he was supposed to be. The twins, Elladan and Elrohir, had been watching him, but they were easily distracted. Especially if someone made a bet with them regarding archery. Eventually, everyone important was gathered and those sitting at the high table processed in. Lord Elrond said a short blessing, and the feast began.
Estel was worried when he saw that the seating arrangements had been changed slightly, but his teacher appeared to be in the place she was supposed to be, so he relaxed.
After most people finished eating some of Rivendell's minstrels began playing. After a few moments, Estel's teacher got up to dance. Sure enough, she had large reddish stains on the back of her dress. Estel loudly asked, "Is that why she has been so grouchy lately, Glorfindel?"
Poor Glorfindel turned bright red and buried his face in his hands. Elrond immediately stormed over to Estel, grabbed the boy by the ear and dragged him off to the side. The elf-lord looked truly furious. Estel had never seen him this angry, especially not because of anything he had done. Elrond just glared at Estel for a moment, obviously struggling to control his anger. Then he started his tirade.
"That was incredibly cruel of you, Estel. I am very ashamed of you! Every elf here knows that your teacher is barren. She doesn't have her courses anymore. She teaches because she has always wanted children of her own! You've just rubbed in the fact that she can't have children! Not to mention how stupid and cruel that prank was to begin with!"
Elrond paused for a moment. Estel almost took a step back when he saw the cold look on the elf-lord's face. "You will return to the feast after you apologize to your teacher, and if you even blink wrong, you'll be sitting in your room for so long, you won't even remember what season it is!" Elrond then stormed back to the feast, leaving Estel to apologize on his own.
Estel's teacher looked very upset. Estel couldn't tell if she was about to burst into tears or strangle him. He must have looked absolutely terrified, because she glared at Elrond for a moment, then gave Estel a somewhat reassuring smile.
Estel managed to say, "I...I'm sorry. I wouldn't have played that prank if I knew that you...you know." Seeing the serious look on his teacher's face, Estel added, "I'm sorry. I really didn't know!" When she started to move towards him, Estel dived under the nearest table, which happened to be the high table. He scooted along underneath it carefully avoiding all of the feet and chairs. He stopped near the end right by what he guessed was Glorfindel's feet. Seeing what he assumed was a very dirty (it was gray after all) piece of tablecloth, he wiped his hands on it.
When Estel heard his teacher telling Elrond that he had dived under the table, Estel practically clung to Glorfindel's legs. The elf-lord was usually willing to take his side. This time Glorfindel carefully dragged some of what Estel guessed was the very dirty tablecloth over to hide him. It was a good thing because Estel heard the tablecloth swish. Elrond was, in fact, looking under the table.
Above the table, both Glorfindel and Mithrandir could see Estel. "Elrond," Mithrandir began, but Glorfindel quickly signaled for the wizard to be quiet. A muffled "What?" came from under the table. "Uh... perhaps Estel has hidden himself at the other end of the table," Mithrandir quickly fibbed. As soon as Elrond stood and stormed to the other end of the table, (thankfully on the opposite side of Mithrandir and Glorfindel) Estel darted back under the tablecloth next to Glorfindel's legs.

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A/N: Part two will be up when I feel inspired enough. Reviews help this inspiration process. ;-}