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He couldn't stand it any longer. Strange noises were coming from the room down the hall. Sometimes it sounded as if someone was being killed! A little boy of just three, slid out of his bed and padded out of his room. Pressing his ear to the other door, he could hear a woman moaning in pain while another woman spoke reassuring words in the elven tongue. He heard Lord Elrond's voice and another's he didn't recognize. Then he heard something he did no expect.a baby's cry.
"No one must know of him Mithrandir. He must be kept secret. Only the four of us will ever know, save the one who raises him," Elrond said.
"Surely the other Rangers that Arathorn and Gilraen were with knew?"
"No," Elrond said, "she was only just with child when they arrived in Rivendell. I doubt even Arathorn knew."
Mithrandir nodded his head towards the doorway. "He knows." he said.
Elrond turned to see a little face peaking around the door. Glancing at Mithrandir, Elrond bade the child enter, crouching down to his level. "You must never speak of this, little one. You must keep this a secret for all time. Do you understand?"
The boy nodded shyly. Seeing this small face before him, Elrond's heart melted. "Would you like to see?"
A smile crossed the boy's face as he shook his head yes. Elrond took a bundle from the nurse and pulled back the blanket. Grey eyes met grey eyes and the babe wrapped his tiny fingers around the boy's thumb. "Is he like me?" he asked.
"He's just like you," Elrond said, "And just like you, he will be given to a good family who will raise him."
"Why can't he stay here with us?"
"It is far too dangerous for him to stay here. He must not be found. That is why you must keep this secret. Promise?"
"I promise," he said. "What is his name?" he said, looking at the bundle once more.
"This, is Arador, son of Arathorn, and your brother."
He couldn't stand it any longer. Strange noises were coming from the room down the hall. Sometimes it sounded as if someone was being killed! A little boy of just three, slid out of his bed and padded out of his room. Pressing his ear to the other door, he could hear a woman moaning in pain while another woman spoke reassuring words in the elven tongue. He heard Lord Elrond's voice and another's he didn't recognize. Then he heard something he did no expect.a baby's cry.
"No one must know of him Mithrandir. He must be kept secret. Only the four of us will ever know, save the one who raises him," Elrond said.
"Surely the other Rangers that Arathorn and Gilraen were with knew?"
"No," Elrond said, "she was only just with child when they arrived in Rivendell. I doubt even Arathorn knew."
Mithrandir nodded his head towards the doorway. "He knows." he said.
Elrond turned to see a little face peaking around the door. Glancing at Mithrandir, Elrond bade the child enter, crouching down to his level. "You must never speak of this, little one. You must keep this a secret for all time. Do you understand?"
The boy nodded shyly. Seeing this small face before him, Elrond's heart melted. "Would you like to see?"
A smile crossed the boy's face as he shook his head yes. Elrond took a bundle from the nurse and pulled back the blanket. Grey eyes met grey eyes and the babe wrapped his tiny fingers around the boy's thumb. "Is he like me?" he asked.
"He's just like you," Elrond said, "And just like you, he will be given to a good family who will raise him."
"Why can't he stay here with us?"
"It is far too dangerous for him to stay here. He must not be found. That is why you must keep this secret. Promise?"
"I promise," he said. "What is his name?" he said, looking at the bundle once more.
"This, is Arador, son of Arathorn, and your brother."
