Summary –Estel and his father had a fight. Elladan and Elrohir are too busy for their little brother. What is Estel to do? When he gets abducted by a grief stricken father and son, will Estel struggle to stay himself? Or become someone he doesn't in order to survive?

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My Brother, My Son

Part 1

It was a bleary day that promised rain and thunder and – what the heck? – even more rain! It was that sort of day that a sane person – Elf or Man – would take the warning from the skies above their heads and stay inside. It was that sort of day that made Estel – Strider to his Ranger friends – wish that he was in the library of his childhood home in Rivendell.

It had been at least three months since the human had seen his home, and that was after a particularly bad fight with his adoptive father. Elrond had just gotten his son back when a message came from the troop of Rangers that he was needed. It seemed that a band of Orc's had seen fit to settle down near a hidden Ranger village.

Strider and the other Rangers made haste to kill of the threat; but some of the Orc's had gotten away from them and they had to track the foul creatures to make sure that the Orc's didn't attack their villages. After that incident (of which Strider had gotten shot several time by poisoned Orc arrows; and of which the Rangers had made him stay in bed for a month to make sure they wouldn't be on one of Elrond's patented I'm-going-to-kill-you-very-slowly glares) and now, that Ranger was on his way back home.

Estel didn't think that this trip could take any more time than it all ready had. Estel was only a few days away from his home. Sitting by the fire that morning, just getting ready to put it out and get ready to have a very tortuous day in the rain, Estel couldn't help but grin. Now, the only thing that would make this day any better would be if Elladan and Elrohir were here with the young Ranger.

Estel stood and put his fire out. He made sure that there were no living embers, then he dawned his cloak and pack before taking off into the underbrush in a sure stride that –to anyone watching—would suggest that the young man knew the area he was traversing rather well. (Of which he did!)

Estel looked behind him, storm grey eyes glaring at the surrounding greenery. He suddenly felt odd, as if someone was watching him –or better yet—was stalking him. Estel explored this feeling. He didn't feel any malice towards him. What he felt was….grief! but why was someone grieving? What had they lost?

Estel shook these thoughts from his head; just as suddenly as the feeling had come to him, it had left. However, Estel had been raised by Elves, he wasn't about to let his guard down. Estel pushed onward, he wanted to get somewhere before the rain started.

Estel thought about the good food he'd get once he got back home. Just that thought alone (Along with seeing his family once more) made him hurry his steps. However, the fact that he and his father had yet to reconcile their relationship, Estel hoped that his father wasn't still mad at him. Elves had this canny thing of being able to remember every wrong word said against them.

"Ada! I need to go!" Estel said, he didn't exactly scowl at his father, but he didn't hide his feelings of anger at being ordered to stay behind and let the Ranger's deal with the threat. Which really didn't make sense since the Ranger's had asked for his help in the first place!

"Estel, Sedho! You will not go! I forbid it!"

"Ada, you all ready said that!" Estel said, then he stood and stomped towards the door of the study with as much dignity as he could muster. There was no way he'd act like a little kid at this point of time. He didn't turn back as he heard his father yell after him.

The next morning, Estel was gone.

Now, Estel wondered if his decision was the best. Probably not, but he wasn't a child any more. He was nineteen years old. Estel figured that was old enough to go out and do things that he aught to do. Even Gandalf agreed (sort of) the Wizard believed that Estel needed to go out into Middle-Earth a bit more. Sure it was dangerous, but Estel could handle himself. At least, that was what the Wizard had try to convince Elrond of ages ago!

Elrond still thought of Estel as a child. Which was true, to an Elf, the human was too young to go and do mature and grown up things. The only problem with that was that Estel would have to reach the age of fifty thousand and something before he would be considered old enough to do anything remotely serious and dangerous. Estel snorted to himself. That was not about to happen. Estel had a feeling that he would reach ninety-nine, be a full fledge Ranger, and his family would still treat him as if he was five years old. It got annoying after a while.

That was the other reason Estel had left the way he did; he hadn't told his siblings what he was planning on doing, not that he could, they had been too busy planning pranks to even notice their younger brother. That hurt, they never meant to do it, but sometimes they got too caught up in things to even answer a simple question. Estel had wanted to talk to them about what he was thinking and ask them what they thought he should do.

However, Elladan had told him that they were too busy to listen to their little brother whine about rules and regulations. Estel snorted at that thought as well. He didn't whine, he may complain (loudly, a voice in his head replied as an after thought) but when it came down to it. Estel did what he had to do and that was the end of it.

In this case, Estel had snuck out at the dead of night in order to meet up with the Ranger's on time. If he had left when he had gotten the message, he would have had lot's of time to spare for the scouting trip he had been assigned. As it happened, Estel had gone a week without sleep and when he was finally able to get any sleep at all, it was because he had gone with out food, water and a good bed for a long time.

Estel was glad that he got the month to rest, not that he wanted too of course. Beleg had actually tied the young man to the bed and made the young Ranger stay there for a week. Beleg was the overprotective fatherly type of man, and had made sure that Estel was drugged when he was feeling particularly rebellious. This was a trick the man had picked up from Elrond once when he had been visiting Rivendell after a warg attack.

Estel had been injured badly and Elrond had drugged his son quite often till he was sure that the danger was over.

Estel really hated being drugged. Not only did he not know what the hell was going on, but he didn't know if his troublesome brothers were planning to prank him when he woke or if he would be facing an enemy. (Which had happened on more than one occasion.)

Estel sighed. He truly hated it when he felt guilty over something that he had too do. He was sure that Elrond would give him one hell of a speaking to, and everyone would know it! Estel would be out of good graces for a very long time. He considered not going back to Rivendell, but then rolled his eyes. Now that would really be cowardly of him!

Sometimes, Estel wished that he didn't have such a strong sense of honor.

The figure that move through the tree's a few good meters behind the traveling human, could not have believed the site he had come upon earlier that morning. He had been following the human for quite some time now, after being told of a boy that looked considerably like his younger brother.

But, it couldn't be the brother he had lost to a hunting accident, was it? Could it really be Malikki? Was it true? Had his brother survived? The figure did not know what was true anymore. All he knew was that if it was his brother, he would bring him home to his grieving father and then everything would be all right.

Everything will be all right….the figure thought to himself. He jumped through the trees like the seasoned hunter he was. He hated to think that he was hunting his brother. He hated to think that his brother was his prey. But it had to be done.

He would do anything to make his father come back from the insanity he had fallen into. Once his father had his sense's back, than everything would go back to normal; He would go on hunting trips with his brother, and they would go swimming in pools during the summer. And his father would join them, when he wasn't too busy taking care of the people of his realm.

Yes, everything would go back to normal.

Glorion, a young man now of twenty, tucked his long black hair behind his ear while he watched his younger brother play in some leaves that had been raked into a pile for the young ten year old to play in while everyone else went about their daily camping chores.

The two Lord's enjoyed the summer sunshine as they spent some much needed time with each other. Glorion's blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he snuck up behind his little brother. He pushed the young boy into the leaves and laughed while his brother glared at him.

"'Rion! That is so not fair!" Malikki glared.

"I know, but I just couldn't' resist!" Glorion winked at his brother.

"Still, you know what this means?" Malikki grinned in an evil way.

"Yes," Glorion returned the look.

"THIS MEANS WAR!" the two Lord's said at the same time before getting into a wrestling match, of which turned into a tickling match. Needless to say, Malikki lost and soon the two brothers stared up at the sky, just happy to be together…..

Estel had to stop; he didn't feel too well at the moment. He had a way of getting sick at the most inopportune time that the Fates of Middle-Earth could throw at him. It just so happened that Estel felt a cold coming on.

Oh great! Not only am I going to get a lecture to last me more than the rest of my life time, but it's going to be worse because Ada will drug me till this bloody cold is gone! Estel yelled at himself.

He wondered if his family had missed him while he had been away. Now this was not a normal thought at all! Estel missed his family more than he could say. He didn't remember his real father or even his mother; what he did remember was the first time Elrond took him into a huge hug and told him that everything would be all right.

Estel found that, once again, he wanted to be hugged by those strong arms. He sank down into the earth. He had to rest; he sneezed at that moment. Estel rolled his eyes. This was going to be one hell of a persistent cold.

The figure came upon the Ranger sooner than he expected too. They weren't far from Rivendell now. But he wanted to be sure. The figure stole around the small clearing the Ranger had been forced to rest in, and soon made a perimeter.

There was no sign of Elven activity, of which he was glad for. When the Ranger made his way back to the glen, he was surprised to see that the Ranger had gone to sleep. The figure jumped from the tree he perched in and approached the man. He waved his hand in front of the human's face a few times. When the human didn't react to the movement, the figure decided that this was the opportunity that he was waiting for.

He took out a flask, he gently opened the Ranger's mouth and poured some of the concoction into the man's throat. He massaged the throat to make sure that it was swallowed. The man then went about binding his captive. He was glad that there wasn't a fight. He didn't know if he could have hurt his brother more than he was now.

Once the man had been bound hand and foot, the figure picked him up and made his way threw that dense wood in a direction that did not lead to Rivendell. In a few day's, he would be home, and he would have his brother back, once again.

A/N – Okay, everyone, this is a plot that I have been tinkering with for a few day's now. If you like this, than I will write more, long chapters. I have my notes, so I know where I want to go, except the concept has changed a bit. Anyway, please review and tell me what you think!

Sedho – quiet (In Elvish)