The Little Elleth and the Edain King.
Part I
WARNING: Do not eat or drink while reading this.
The Little Mermaid meets The Lion King meets LOTR. Lame, I know, but after listening to "Part of Your World", I could not get a line out of my head: "He's a human, you're an elleth." XD and thus it has evolved into this. A comedic look at certain aspects of certain characters lives from LOTR, done in a completely brand new way!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these, duh, except my OCs. Excerpts taken from LOTR appendices A, Little Mermaid, Lion King, etc. Any elvish spoken is in "Italics" Any thought is in italics. Have fun guessing who is playing which character. *Grin*
Spoilers: uummm…not really except for my OCs from a previous story. When I said I had hoped to use them in another story, I did not imagine this. O.o I changed around the order Elrond gives him his heirlooms for a more comedic effect. A few other things were changed as well to fit it together. This has nothing to do with Lost Hope at all except the use of my OCs and the description of Estel is used from it as well…Oh and a few quotes from it as well.
Rating: G-PG-Some mild violence and thematic elements..and general wierdness
Estel rapped on the partially open door of his father's study and poked his head in, "You sent for me, Ada?" The Lord of Rivendell turned around from the door to the veranda that overlooked the gardens.
"Ah, come in, Estel." He beckoned. Elrond walked over to his desk and picked up a sword that lay there as Estel cautiously approached his father. Lord Elrond often did not call him to his study unless there was something wrong he had done and although he could not think of anything he had done in the recent days to warrant a lecture, a sense of foreboding settled on the young man's heart. Lord Elrond turned and handed the sword to his son. "Take it, it is yours, cherish it, for it comes with a great history."
Estel took the sword in his hands, not really looking at it. "I already have a sword, Ada, but thank you anyhow, for the gift." He bowed and withdrew the blade. "Ada, this sword this broken," Estel looked at Elrond skeptically.
Elrond could not help but smile at his innocence, "And it shall be reforged someday. Tell, me, Aragorn, how many swords with great histories that are broken do you think would be in Imladris?"
Estel stared in amazement at the sword, "The shards of Narsil…" He blinked, "Ada, do you feel alright?"
"I feel fine, why do you ask?"
"You just called me Aragorn."
"I did. You are Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Isildur's heir." A ring also lay on the desk next to a scepter. Elrond picked up the ring but left the scepter and handed Aragorn the ring. "Here is the ring of Barahir, the token of our kinship from afar. With these you may yet do great deeds; for I foretell that the span of your life shall be greater than the measure of men, unless evil befalls you or you fail at the test. But the test will be hard and long. The scepter of Annúminas I withhold, for you have yet to earn it. Come, let us go for a walk."
They walked long and up paths Aragorn had not explored before. Neither spoke along the way. They walked until they were far up in the valley where they could overlook the land surrounding them.
"Look around you, Aragorn. Everything you see is your kingdom, or will be when you reclaim the throne."
"Wow… Ada, I am not ready for such a burden." Aragorn shook his head despite his awe at everything he had been witnessed to that day.
"No, you are not, but the time will come. A king's time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One day, Aragorn, the sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the new king." Placing a hand gently on the man's shoulder, Elrond smiled down at the youth.
"Everything around me," Aragorn muttered, looking around. "This will all be mine?"
"Yes."
"What about that shadowy place?" he asked, remembering a dark place on the map near Gondor.
"That is the land of Mordor, you must never go there, Aragorn."
"But I thought a king could do whatever he wants."
"There's more to being king than getting your own way all the time."
"There's more?"
Elrond chuckled as they made their descent, "Aragorn. We are all connected, from the crawling ant to the leaping deer.
"But, Ada don't we eat the deer?"
"Yes, Aragorn let me explain. When we die, our bodies become the grass, the deer eat the grass, and so we are all connected to the great circle of life."
"Good morning, sire!" Erestor greeted them when they returned to the house.
"Good morning Erestor!"
"Checking in for the evening report."
"Fire away."
"Well, the leaf from the trees is that the dwarves are in a bit of a hard place…"
Aragorn rolled his eyes and wandered away. He had much to think about that night.
*~*~*(terrible, ain't it?)*~*~*
Aragorn, son of Arathorn. He repeated it in his head for the thousandth time. The name was still new to him after learning it yesterday and he could not stop repeating it in his head. It filled him with hope and dignity. He knew his purpose in life was to unite the kingdoms of Arnor and Gondor under one banner. There would be a king again…the king would be him. He glanced around him as he walked alone in the woods. Everything about him was fair. Aragorn began to sing the lay of Lúthien.
His voice rose in the song and he gasped, ending his song as he stood in amazement. Either he had strayed into a dream or he suddenly had the ability of elven minstrels, who can make what they sing of, appear before the eyes of their listeners. A maiden as beautiful as Lúthien herself, her brows bound with gems like stars and her dark hair straying in the wind had appeared before him.
Aragorn gazed in silence but feared she would pass, never to be seen again, called out to her, "Tinúviel! Tinúviel!" As Beren had done in the song he had sang.
"Who are you and why do you call me by that name?"
"I believed you to be indeed Lúthien Tinúviel, of whom I was singing. You are not she, yet you walk in her likeness."
Her voice turned serious, "So many have said. Yet, her name is not mine. Though maybe my doom will be not unlike hers, but who are you?"
"Estel I was called, but I am Aragorn, Arathorn's son, Isildur's heir, Lord of the Dúnedain." Where his heart had soared before at the thought of this newfound heritage that seemed of great importance, now seemed worth little in comparison to her beauty and loveliness and he shied a little as he spoke it.
"We are akin from afar," she laughed merrily and his cheeks flushed a deep red, "For I am Arwen, Elrond's daughter, and am named also Undomiel."
"Often it is seen, that in dangerous days, men may hide their chief treasure. Yet I marvel at Elrond and your brothers; for though I have lived in this house from childhood, I have heard no word of you. How comes it that we have never met before? Surely your father has not kept you locked in his horde?"
"No," Arwen looked up at the mountains that rose in the east, "I have dwelt for a long time in the land of my mother's kin, in far Lothlórien. I have but lately returned to visit my father again. It is many years since I walked in Imladris."
He saw the elven-light in her eyes and the wisdom of many days and he loved her. They talked as they walked with her hand on his arm as they walked back to the house. A party was being held in honor of her return. Everyone in the valley was invited, including the human guests they were residing there for the time.
Aragorn danced a little as he played a flute like instrument known as the snarfblat while Arwen sat and conversed with her friends near the fire. She gazed over at him longingly. "Is he not handsome?"
"I do not know," responded Tathor, "He looks a little hairy and slobbery to me," his gaze lighting on one of the human visitors doing a horrible dance near Aragorn.
"Not that one," she redirected his gaze, "The one playing the snarfblat."
Aragorn was uncommonly silent the next few days. He would answer no one's question about his mood until his mother pressed him so much he yielded at last to her questions. He told her of his meeting with Arwen in the twilight of Rivendell. She spoke of it to no one but Elrond saw many things and read many hearts. He had spoken to Arwen about it but she refused to listen.
"Arwen, you must not be seen by mortals. They are dangerous. Do you think I want to see my youngest daughter snared by some mortal's eye?"
"I'm over a thousand years old; I'm not an elfling anymore."
"Do not take that tone of voice with me young lady. As long as you live under my house, you will obey my rules!"
"But, Ada,if you would just listen!"
"Not another word and I am never to hear of you spending all of your time with him again. Is that clear?"
They tried to hide it, but occasionally, he would see them holding hands. Now and again, Aragorn would whisper something in her ear, causing her to giggle. Elrond loved Aragorn fiercely as a son, but his daughter would never marry a human, he would see to that. He turned away from the window as Aragorn drew Arwen close to him and kissed her on the cheek.
"Erestor!" Elrond called his seneschal to him.
"Yes, Hir nin?"
"I am concerned about Arwen. Have you noticed she's been acting peculiar lately?"
"Peculiar?"
"You know, moaning about, daydreaming, singing to herself. You have not noticed?"
Erestor quirked an eyebrow at his lord, "Well, yes now that you mention it. Who is the suitor?"
"Aragorn."
"Aragorn?"
"I ordered her to stop spending all her time with him. Do you think I was too hard on her?"
"Definitely not. Why, if Arwen were my daughter, I would show her who was boss, none of this flirting around with a human and other such nonsense. I would keep her under tight control."
"You are absolutely right, Erestor." The seneschal nodded. "Arwen needs constant supervision."
"Constant."
"Someone to watch over her and keep her from him."
"All the time."
"And you are the elf to do it."
"Me? What do you want ME to do?"
"I will not have my daughter marry a mortal. I want you to do everything you can to separate them." Erestor bowed and left, not sure of knowing how exactly he was going to go about this.
How do I get myself into these situations? I should be keeping the house- not tagging along after some headstrong she-elf.
Here they come. The couple walked towards the edge of the hill, laughing and playing with one another. Just a little closer…now! Erestor pulled on the thin rope that had lain on the ground, causing the pair to trip and roll down the hill.
Aragorn felt his foot catch on something when Arwen gave him a little push. He fought to gain his balance, but instead grabbed Arwen and the two went down the hill, rolling and laughing as they went. She landed on top of him, the sunlight lit her grass-covered hair, and Aragorn thought she could not be more beautiful.
"Ha! Pinned you!" Arwen laughed.
"Let me up," he shoved her off gently. He glanced at her mischievously and then tackled her. They wrestled a moment before he conceded and she threw him to the ground again.
"Pinned you again." She smiled sweetly at him. Aragorn gazed up at her, love stricken as he leaned her gently down and softly kissed her lips.
Erestor looked down at the two lying in the grass and sighed. He did not know what to do. He had tried everything and was about willing to try anything, if it would calm Elrond's moods. He walked back into the house as he thought of more ideas to try to separate the two without hurting them, but alas, he was at the bottom of the barrel when it came to ideas.
Erestor rounded a corner of the hallway and darted back. Elrond was down the next hallway talking to some elves. He heard Elrond dismiss them and all was silent for a moment.
"Erestor." Elrond beckoned.
I mustn't overreact. I must remain calm. Erestor poked his head around the corner. "Yes," his voice squeaked and he cleared his throat, coming fully around the corner. "Yes, hir nin."
"How goes it with my daughter?"
'Fine, everything is going fine."
"Erestor, I know you are hiding something from me." Elrond crossed his arms and gazed at the elf before him. Erestor could not stand it any longer. He had failed in his job.
"I tried to stop her, Sir," he wailed. "But she would not listen!"
"Then I will take care of this myself, bring Aragorn to me. I shall be in my chambers," Elrond stormed off.
"Close the door." Aragorn did as he was told, his heart chilling with Elrond's icy words upon entering the room. As soon as the door clicked shut, Elrond spun around to face him with a look so frightening, Aragorn was certain his heart had stopped.
"Aragorn, Arathorn's son, Lord of the Dúnedain!" his words were venomous and dark, "A great doom awaits you, either to rise above the height of all your fathers since the days of Elendil, or to fall into darkness with all that is left of your kin. Many years of trial lie before you. You shall have neither wife, nor bind any woman to you in troth, until your time comes and you find yourself worthy."
"Can it be my mother has spoken of this?" Aragorn's words were but a whisper. Fear shone in his eyes, fearing what the mighty Elf Lord may do. Elrond, seeing his son's fear, schooled his emotions and softened his tone.
"No, indeed, your own eyes have betrayed you. But I do not speak of my daughter alone." Ensuring no other elleth would fall to his charms and good looks, "
You shall be betrothed to no man's child as of yet. But as for Arwen the Fair, Lady of Imladris and of Lórien, Evenstar of her people, she is of a lineage greater than yours, and she has lived in the world already so long that to her you are a yearling shoot beside a young birch of many summers. She is too far above you. And so, I think, it may seem well to her. But even if it were not so, and her heart turned towards you, I should still be grieved because of the doom that is laid on us."
"What is that doom?"
"That so long as I abide here, she shall live with the youth of the Eldar, and when I depart, she shall go with me, if she so chooses."
"I see that I have turned my eyes to a treasure no less dear to the treasure of Thingol that Beren once desired. Such is my fate." His grey eyes glazed over as a vision came to him, "But lo! Master Elrond, the years of your abiding run short at last, and the choice must soon be laid on your children, to either part with you or Middle-Earth."
"Truly," Elrond spoke as if he had seen the same vision, "Soon as we, the elves account it, though many years of men must still pass. But there will be no choice before Arwen, my beloved, unless you, Aragorn, Arathorn's son, come between us and bring one of us, you or me, to a bitter parting beyond the end of the world. You do not know yet what you desire of me," he sighed and looked away for a moment. When he looked upon Aragorn again, he looked gravely upon the young man, "The years will bring what they will. We will speak no more of this until many years have passed. The days darken and much evil, is to come."
"Then I shall leave your house. I do not wish to be the cause of pain in your family." His words were sad and he fought back the tears that threatened to spill over and betray how deeply he had been hurt by his father's words.
"As you wish," Elrond nodded and turned away from Aragorn, grieved for the pain he knew he had dealt Aragorn, but he deemed it necessary and less than the pain he would endure if his daughter were to become mortal and parted from him. Aragorn slipped out the doors and all but ran to his own rooms.
He pulled open his dresser drawer, pulled out some traveling clothes, and changed into them. Aragorn threw his pack onto his bed and began filling it with items he thought he would need, not knowing how long he would be away, if he ever came back at all. The winter months were approaching and he made sure to pack some winter clothing as well. A heavy sigh escaped his lips; he set his pack down next to his bed and lay down upon his bed. What have I done? A tear rolled down his cheek and he buried his face in his pillow before falling asleep.
It was early in the morning when he awoke the next day. He rose to dress before realizing he had slept in his clothes. I should at least leave a note for my mother and...and her. Taking a quill from his desk, he dipped it in an inkbottle, and he wrote two notes, one for his mother and one for Arwen. To his mother, he explained everything, but to Arwen, he simply wrote a short farewell. He slipped each one accordingly under each door of their intended before fleeing from the place he had come to know as his home.
"Well, well, well, Bagrat, what have we got here?" asked the first orc.
"Mmm...I don't know, Shagdor. Uh, what do you think, Snaga?" sneered another. Snaga laughed cruelly at the human before them.
"I think I'll be going now." Aragorn made a move to escape the evil creatures practically drooling on him.
Shagdor moved in his way, "What's the hurry? We'd love you to stick around for dinner." The orc pushed the human to the ground.
"Yeah, we could have whatever's lying around!" Laughed the other orcs.
"Ohh, wait, wait, wait, I got one, I got one! Make mine a "man" sandwich!" joked Shagdor. Aragorn crept away while the orcs laughed and made jokes about their would be snack.
Snaga saw him and started making noises. "What Snaga?" asked Shagdor.
"Hey, did we order this dinner to go?" asked Bagrat.
"No. Why?"
"Cause THERE IT GOES!" The orcs gave an angry shout and gave chase to the human.
"YEEEEEEEAAAAHHH!" Two rangers pushed with all their might on the large boulder at the top of the steep hill. The boulder gave way and toppled down the hill towards the orcs down below taking with it more rocks and smaller boulders.
Sparrow and Thrush raced down after the landslide, swords drawn to finish off the rest of the orcs. "Die! Die! Die you Mordor scum! Whoo!" they shouted, slashing and thrusting at the creatures.
"I love it!" Sparrow rejoiced when all the orcs were dead, "Bowling for orcs."
Thrush laughed and dusted his self off, "Gets 'em every time."
"Uh-oh, hey, Thrush, you'd better come look, I think it's still alive." Sparrow was bent over a being lying prone on the ground. His arm was draped over his face and his hair was strewn in such a manner that obscured his features.
"Eewww," Thrush walked over in front of the being. "All righty, what have we got here?" he lifted the being's arm and moved the hair out of his face. "Jeez, it's an elf!" he shouted and darted behind his younger brother. "Run, Sparrow! Move it!" he nudged at his brother, trying to get him to run.
"Hey, Thrush, it's just a young elf. Look at him," Sparrow cooed, "he's so cute and all alone! Can we keep him?"
"Sparrow, are you nuts?" his words reverberating in Sparrow's ears, "We're talking about an elf. Elves hate guys like us."
"But he's so young."
"He's gonna get older."
"Maybe he'll be on our side."
"A-huh! That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Maybe he'll b-…Hey, I got it! What if he's on our side? You know, having an elf around may not be such a bad idea."
"So we keeping him?"
"Of course, who's the brains of this outfit?"
Sparrow hoisted the "elf" over his shoulder. "Uuuhhh."
"My point exactly. Jeez, I'm tired, let's get outta here and patch him up."
Where am I? His vision slowly cleared to reveal the roof of a cave above him. A face appeared above his. "Hey, you okay kid?"
"I guess so," Aragorn muttered, his throat was dry and his voice sounded scratchy. The man above him held a water skin to his lips which he drank from eagerly.
"You nearly died." Spoke another voice nearby.
The man before him spoke, "I saved you." Something hit him in the head and he said, "Well, uh, Sparrow helped. A little."
"Thanks for your help," Aragorn was thankful but he did not sound it. The memories of how he had left his family were still fresh in his mind. He got up and walked to the opening of the cave.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Nowhere." He sat down by the entrance and gazed up at the stars, searching for Eärendil.
The two rangers watched him from where they stood. "Gee, he looks blue," Thrush observed.
"I'd say a light cream," answered Sparrow.
"No, no, no, no, I mean he's depressed."
"Oh…I'll go talk to him." Sparrow plopped down next to him earning him a brief glance from Aragorn. Sparrow looked out at the night sky, wondering what he was staring at. "So, kid, what's ailing you?"
"Nothin', he's an elf! Ahhhhha ha haaaa! An eel-ee-eelf!" Thrush laughed hysterically at his own joke. Sparrow and Aragorn stared at him silently. "Ha ha hum…ahem," he trailed off realizing his joke flopped.
"I'm not an elf." Aragorn said silently.
"You sure had me fooled," Thrush absently rubbed the back of his neck. "So, what's your name?" Aragorn shrugged and stayed silent. "Where you from…?"
Aragorn returned his gazed to the stars, "Who cares? I cannot go back."
"Aahh, you're an outcast! That's great, so are we."
"What'cha do kid?" asked Sparrow.
"Something terrible, but I do not want to talk about it."
"Anything we can do?"
"Not unless you can change the past."
"My brother, Thrush," Sparrow motioned at the man behind him, "says, 'You got to put your behind in the past'."
"No, no, no," Thrush walked in front of them, waving his arms, "Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself. It's 'you got to put your past behind you'. Look kid, bad things happen, and you can't do anything about them right?"
"Wrong." Aragorn drew his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. "I was taught that we must learn from our mistakes. We always do them but cannot undo them, however, learn from them and move on and not make them again."
Thrush and Sparrow were disappointed. "Well, there's a scene killer right there."
Arwen strolled down the halls of Rivendell. No one knew where Aragorn had gone. All she knew was that her father had spoken to him and the next day he was gone and note under her door. She could not deny it. She had fallen in love with him. Her world seemed so dull now. He had become the light in her life, but now that light had disappeared. But he was a human. Soon enough old age or the sword would take him from her and she would continue to live long after he was dead. She sighed. "Maybe, Atarinya is right. Maybe there is something the matter with me. I just don't see how a man that makes me feel such wonderful things could be bad." She said to herself. Then she began to sing:
"Look at this place, isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my selections complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm a girl,
A girl who has everything.
I've got dresses and shoes here a plenty.
I've got sowings and drawings galore.
You want Elven-suitors? I got twenty
But who cares? No big deal. I want more.
I want to be where the humans are.
I want to see, want to see them dancing.
Walking around in that, what do you call it?
Oh, sleet.
Walking backwards you don't get to far.
Room is required for jumping, dancing.
Strolling along down a, what's that word again?
Street.
Out where they walk, out where they run,
Out where they stay all day in the sun.
Wandering free, wish I could be,
Part of that world.
What would I give, if I could live and not cross those waters?
What would I pay to spend a day warm by his side?
Betcha outside, they understand.
Bet they don't reprimand their daughters.
Bright young women, sick of sewing, ready to ride.
And ready to know, what the humans know.
Ask them my questions and get some answers.
What's a fever and why does it, what's the word? Burn.
When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I care, care to explore those nations out there?
Out of the trees,
Wish I could be,
Part of that world."
What would I give, to live where you are?
What would I pay, to stay here beside you?
What would I do to see you, smiling at me?
Where would we walk,
Where would we run,
If we could stay all day in the sun?
Just you and me, and I could be,
Part of your world."
She walked till she came to a balcony that looked at the entrance of the valley.
"I don't know when.
I don't know how.
But I now something's starting right now!
Watch and you'll see,
Someday I'll be,
Part of your world!"
She leaned upon the balcony and stared at the same sky Aragorn gazed upon. "Arwen are you okay?" Arwen turned to see Tathor standing there.
"I'll be fine Tathor. If you don't mind, I want to be alone."
"I have a surprise for you." He handed her a doll.
"Oh, Tathor- Tathor you're the best!" She squealed and hugged him as she took the doll from him. She held the doll out from her and looked at it. It was the likeness of Aragorn. "It looks just like him. It even has his eyes." She ran her fingers gently over the eyes of the doll. "Why, Estel, run away with you? This is all so- so sudden." She hugged the doll to her and spun around in delight.
Elrond watched her from the shadows before stepping forward into the moonlight.
"Ada!" she gasped. Tathor melted away into the darkness. He did not want to witness the wrath of the powerful lord of Imladris.
"I consider myself a reasonable elf," Elrond continued walking towards her. "I set certain rules, and I expect those rules to be obeyed."
"But Ada!-" Arwen hid the doll behind her back.
"Is it true you still pine after him?"
"Ada, I-"
"Contact between you and the human world is strictly forbidden. Arwen, you know that!"
"Ada, I love him!" She covered her mouth with her hands, realizing what she had just revealed to her father.
"No…" No, it could not be. His daughter, "Have you completely taken leave of your senses? He's a human, you're an elleth!"
"I do not care."
"So help me, Arwen. I am going to get through to you and if sending you back to live with your grandmother is the only way…so be it." He turned away from her and began to walk away.
"Ada, no…no, ada, please no!" She pleaded with him but he would not be swayed. Arwen fell to her knees, weeping as Elrond left, but not before glancing at her. He hated to do it and he felt ashamed that he had to.
Five years passed and Aragorn became a ranger alongside Thrush and Sparrow. The three rangers were crouched behind a rock. They watched the orcs that lay snoozing in the fading daylight. They would be awake soon. They could not see the prisoner's faces, but they were certain they were elves.
"Orcs…I hate orcs…" Thrush whispered. He turned to Aragorn, "So what's your plan on distracting them?"
"Live bait," Aragorn glanced at the two beside him.
"Good idea…Hey!"
"Come on, Thrush. You guys have to create the diversion so that I can set the prisoners free."
"What do you want me to do? Dress in drag and do a dance, meanwhile offering ourselves up as a tasty treat?"
Moments later… "Hoo-ah!" Thrush and Sparrow burst onto the scene with flowers in their hair. The orcs aroused from their slumber, confused and stared at the humans before them were dancing and one started to sing, "If you're hungry for a hunk of lean and juicy meat, eat my brother Sparrow here because he is a treat! Come on down and dine on this tasty find, all you have to do is get in line! Are you a fumin.."
"Yep, yep, yep!"
"…For some human?"
"Yep, yep, yep!"
"He's a thin one!"
"Yep, yep!"
"Guess you'll have to eat me too! Oy!" Thrush and Sparrow ran screaming as the orcs got up and charged after them. During the diversion, Aragorn had crept over to where the prisoners were bound. He knelt behind the first and cut the ropes that held him.
"Are you injured much?" he whispered to them.
"Estel?"
"'Dan! 'Ro! What are you doing?…never mind that; let me get you out of here before those orcs come back."
"I cannot believe that actually worked!" said Elrohir as Aragorn sliced the knife through the rope that bound his wrists.
"Come on," Aragorn pulled them to their feet and ran.
"What about-"
"They'll be fine, let's go!"
The two skidded to a stop, "Did we lose them?" Sparrow bent over with his hands on his knees. Thrush looked behind them.
"I think so. Come on, let's go find Strider."
The three brothers sat in a tree, none were speaking, not sure of what to say or where to start. The silence was deafening. Finally Elrohir spoke, "We have been searching for you, Estel."
"Do not call me by that name, please. That is not who I am anymore." Aragorn gazed remorsefully at his foster brother.
"You are still our brother," Elladan placed his hand on Aragorn's shoulder.
"You do not care that I have ruined your sister's life?" he turned bitterly upon Elladan, tears flowing down his cheeks.
Elladan's face turned grave, "That is Arwen's choice." He sighed, "I would not stand in the way of her happiness."
"Even if it means death?" Aragorn bit his lip and looked away. The twins were silent. Elladan looked down, but Elrohir kept his soft gaze steady on the young man.
"Come back with us. Atarinya misses you. "
"Hey, everyone, we're back!" Thrush and Sparrow appeared below the tree. "Strider, where are you?" The two glanced around seeing no one.
"Up here." Aragorn poked his down out of the tree.
"What are you…oh, never mind." Sparrow shook his head and sat upon the ground with his legs stretched out before him. He had long ago given up on figuring the man out. "That was fun," Sparrow grinned up at Aragorn, "Let's not do that anytime soon." He sobered at Aragon's serious expression. Thrush cleared his throat and slinked away.
"I'll go get some wood for a fire."
Aragorn dropped down from the tree and wandered off. His feet took him to a meadow. "How can I go back?" He shouted up to the heavens, "I am not who I used to be. How can I return knowing she will be there." The sound of someone singing caught his ears.
"Asante sana Squash banana, Wiwi nugu Mi mi apana." Aragorn glanced about him. Finally, he spotted an old man beneath a tree. He wore a tall pointed hat, and a silver scarf. He had a long beard that came down almost to the ground and he carried a wooden staff. The old man was staring at him and laughing. Aragorn rolled his eyes and walked away. The old man followed after,
Aragorn turned on him and pointed his finger at him, "Come on, will you cut it out?"
"Can't cut it out. It will grow right back. He he he." Aragorn walked away only to be followed again by the old man.
"Creepy old man," growled Aragorn, "Will you quit following me? Who are you?"
"The question is, who are you?" The old man stuck out his chin. Aragorn sighed.
"I thought I knew, but know I'm not so sure."
"Well, I know who you are! Sshh, come here, it's a secret." Aragorn bent down next to the man. The old man started whispering in his ear and grew louder as he went, "Asante sana Squash banana, Wiwi nugu Mi mi apana!"
"Enough already! What is that supposed to mean anyway?"
"It means I am an old man and you are not."
"I think you are a little confused," Aragorn stated, crossing his arms in the process.
"Wrong!" the old man pointed his finger in Aragorn's face. "I'm not the one who's confused. You don't even know who you are!" Aragorn swatted the man's hand out of his face and continued walking.
"Oh, and I suppose you know."
"Sure do. You're Arathorn's boy." Aragorn spun to look at him in shock.
"Farewell!" the old man turned and started to walk away
"Wait!" Aragorn called out to him. The old man turned around and looked at him.
"Yes?"
"You knew my father?"
"Correction, I know your father."
"My father is dead."
"No, he isn't. He's alive!"
"How? Orcs killed him when I was two."
"I mean your other father." Aragorn pondered this for a moment.
"Elrond?"
"He loves you and wishes for you to return home. Your mother misses you as well."
"I don't see how he can. After the trouble I caused?" Aragorn shook his head. "I cannot. Not yet anyways."
"I figured as much. In the meantime, I have a proposal for you."
TBC
End of part one. Umm…yeah….Most of you should know the translations of the elvish I used. Why Sparrow and Thrush are afraid of Elves?...I never really worked that out. It just makes it work. I had to fit Dan and Ro in there somehow…I figured. Captured by orcs is good. Plus it will let me put that scene in well.
It was terrible, I know…But hilarious…any questions, pm me. Please review and let me know if you like it.
