Summary: Wide eyed and grinning, young, six year oldBrenwian, sister of Aragorn, must be protected. If Sauron takes her, the strength he would have could not be rivaled by even the Ring. Now the Fellowship must do everything they can to protect her. But how can you protect something when you are blinded by love?
Author's Note: Not really sure if this story will hit it off. If you like it, or have any suggestions, PLEASE Read and review! But please don't comment on Brenwian being a Mary-Sue...she's six years old, come on! It's hard! Haha
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING...nothing at all. Hardly the plot, even (yes. It is sort of based off of another television show. You all know what it is if you get it)
"What do you mean she's not my sister?" Aragorn questioned, looking between Lord Elrond and Glorfindel with wide eyes. He half expected this was some joke, trying to teach him a lesson after what had happened to Glorfindel. It hadn't been his fault…truthfully, that had all been Elladan and Elrohir's doing. But he had neglected to tell them about the wine filled drawers, choosing to keep the twins' secret.
Both Lord Elrond and Glorfindel exchanged looks of slight pretense, as though they regretted having to tell him what they were about to say. However, they both knew that they would have to tell him before he found out from a different source.
"The five wizards in this world sought to protect a single thing…there is one object in this world that, besides the return of the ring, could bring him added power. And it is the collection of essence from this object. However, he had discovered its whereabouts. It was then decided that its identity had to be changed and sent to the one who could protect it."
"I don't understand, what does this have to do about Brenwian?" he questioned, looking out the window to where his young sister was in the courtyard, picking a few flowers while occasionally looking up and giggling towards the elven lords, Elladan and Elrohir, along with Prince Legolas were in the middle of a rather outrageous sparring match.
Sighing, Glorfindel cleared his throat as he decided to speak this time. "She's not your sister. She's made from human flesh, but she's not real. She's the one thing that can bring more power to Sauron, and she has to be kept from him."
"Why me? Why her?" Aragorn questioned, blinking. "She's only a young girl, no older than what those not of Dunadain blood would consider six or seven! And why isn't it Gandalf here telling me this?"
"Because he wants to talk to Frodo," Glorfindel answered matter of factly, before nodding slightly. "This quest you are about to go on…this Fellowship. It is unlike anything you'll have undergone before. You'll need to use your wits. Your own proper judgment."
"And, my son," Elrond cut in, looking towards Aragorn with slight pretense. It was almost as though he didn't desire to say what he was about to. It was obvious, however, that he was required to as he cleared his breath and continued. "You must realize that Brenwian's life is on the line. You can't let anything happen to her."
"Not let anything happen to her?" Aragorn demanded, his voice suddenly angry as he looked towards both elven lords with disbelief. "Firstly, what in your minds made you think that I would let anything happen to her?"
"We know that, because you still have the love for her as your sister inside of you," Elrond nodding, knowing it was true. "You have memories, do you not?"
Aragorn nodded, raising an eyebrow towards the two, waiting expectantly for them to continue.
"They're not real. They are forged…all of us have fake memories. Including Glorfindel and myself," Elrond confirmed everything, bowing his head in slight thought. "I entrust that you will never let any harm come to her."
"You're right," came the curt response. "I will not. But I would like to know why she never said anything. Never once spoke of the fact that she wasn't my sister. I don't care about her age, does she just wake up one day and think that she'll pretend to forget everything and go along with this?"
"Aragorn! Don't even speak such things. And don't you ever go and suggest that to her," Glorfindel said warningly, glaring at the man before him.
Aragorn scoffed, looking back out the window towards the two as he shook his head. "And why shouldn't I?" he demanded, curiousness flooding through him. "Why do I not have the right to demand that she tell me such things?"
Elrond's eyes widened as he looked towards Aragorn in disbelief. "How can you be so ignorant, my son? Do you think she'd do something like that to you? She loves you…you're her older brother. That's what she thinks atleast. And she doesn't think you would ever do anything to hurt her."
"Of course I wouldn't! But what do you mean by that, anyways? 'You're her older brother'. Didn't you just finish telling me that she and I have no connection at all?"
"Oh no," Glorfindel shook his head. "You misunderstood Elrond. Aragorn, you must see that there is much more to this situation than anyone else can comprehend. Please understand this seriousness of it."
"What? What are you trying to tell me?" Aragorn questioned, slightly apprehensive to what they could be saying. Already his whole life had come crashing around him, discovering that he had forged memories. Things that didn't truly exist and had never come to pass.
Elrond took a step forward, looking towards his foster son mournfully before looking out the window. His eyes sought out the young girl, of whom Elladan had just rescued from Elrohir who had been attempting to tickle her.
"She doesn't know, Aragorn. She thinks she's your sister. Brenwian has no clue as to what she is, or what's going on right now. The plots for her death…how much evil she could create."
And for the first time, Aragorn suddenly felt sick. She didn't know. Didn't know that she could destroy every one of their lives.
"So what you're telling me is…is that she wasn't told about this?"
"No. She wasn't, and she won't find out, either," Elrond's voice was final, eyes sincere as he looked towards Aragorn pointedly. "Brenwian thinks you're her brother…and she won't think any differently. Because no one is going to tell her."
"You expect me to lie to her?"
"No. I expect you not to say anything."
Aragorn sighed at Elrond's orders, but he nodded. Besides, her not knowing would make it easier for him to forget anything. "Why are you telling me this now? I'm going to be away…on possibly a suicide mission."
"We know," Glorfindel nodded before he sighed, looking towards Elrond to finish. Somehow, he hoped that the man before him would understand better from his foster father rather than him.
Elrond obligingly finished, although he couldn't help but wonder if Aragorn would take it well. "That's why she's going with you. You'll be taking her along with the Fellowship."
