Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the Lord of the Rings. It all belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien.
Note: Okay this is my new story. I wanted to do an Aragorn –Eldarion story for a long time now. This fits into the timeline of Love is meant to last forever. Arwen is dead in this story so anyway let's begin.
"My Lord, your son has once again asked for you. He says he is not feeling so well, which is not surprising, he ate 20 cakes." Eldarion's nurse looked at the floor while she bowed low before the king of Men, Aragorn Elesar Telcontar.
The brown haired man looked up from the papers he was signing and answered. "Ah yes, I shall see to him. Do not bow so deep, please; I would not like you to get something on your back while you work for me." He smiled gently, something that seemed to warm his entire face yet his grey eyes remained indifferent.
The woman smiled at the king, she did not dare to voice her worries for her king. Ever since he had come back from Ithilien, the king was not the same. Some people muttered that it was because of a row he had with the Lord of Ithilien of the Elves there, Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Eryn Lasgalen and not long afterwards word was, that the same Elf had left over the sea. Yet people did not know that Legolas Greenleaf was Aragorn's beloved, ever since he had first laid eyes on the elf back when he was still the ranger.
"You should go home; I will go to him now." Aragorn smiled once again at her, settling her fears. The woman nodded and left the room. When she was gone, Aragorn dropped the mask and his face sank in his hands. He was so weary; he did not know how long he could do this without Legolas.
He shoved the papers away from his desk and stood up, settling his chair back against the desk before he reached the door with quick strides. He then strode down the hall, out of habit ducking away every time he saw his guards and soldiers.
When he reached his room, he knocked three times before walking inside, alerting Eldarion of his presence. The little boy was sitting on the floor, his brown eyes huge and distant while sweat was standing on his brow. Aragorn stood in the doorway before with 3 quick strides he reached his son and picked him up, cradling the little body against his chest.
No sound reached his ears and he pulled back slightly to see the fever flushed eyes of Eldarion. "Oh little one, why did they not say anything to me about this?" He gently bounced the boy, still not getting a sound or even a smile from his son. "Not even a smile for you Ada, I know you have no words for me, El but come now, a smile you can spare for me."
With those words the boy's lips curled up and Aragorn felt his own face reflecting the same smile. It was true; Eldarion with two years had not spoken ever since, not even any attempts at them. "Come, El, I think you need some rest."
"Pway!" Eldarion said and Aragorn looked at his son in surprise, before he said. "Ah, so you can speak? What do you want then?" He gently tickled the little half Elf, who giggled with delight.
"Ada pway." Eldarion once again answered, this time looking at his father through hopeful eyes. "I guess I can play a little while, El but after that you really need to sleep. You are sick, little one and need the rest. Why not sleep first and then I will play with you?" Aragorn smiled at him, hoping Eldarion would catch on
The boy's eyes filled with tears and then he shook his head, wiggling to get free of his father's arms. Aragorn let go off him and the child shuffled his feet while he was on the floor, head bowed to the floor. Aragorn placed a hand atop his son's head and softly said. "Eldarion, you are sick and unless you are going to bed and rest, you shall get even sicker. You will also not be able to play. Come now, I shall get you into bed and if you do not sleep after, oh, lets say, for an hour, then I shall play, alright?"
Eldarion nodded, hugging his father's legs. Aragorn gently lifted him once again in his arms and took Eldarion to his bed, sitting down next to the boy. He tucked him in and picked up the book he had left on the table beside the bedside. Opening the page, he continued to read about the history of the Elves. A history he knew well but it had been a long time since he last read any about it.
Soon he felt Eldarion crawl into his lap and the boy looked at him through dulled eyes. "El, you are in front of the book. Move over and go back to sleep." Eldarion shook his head, sending his short wavy hair in front of his eyes. Aragorn smiled at the gesture and tousled his son's hair.
Eldarion tucked his thumb in his mouth and rolled against his father, relaxing into the strong arms of the king. Aragorn felt the boy's loneliness. He reached out to touch him but stopped short when Eldarion looked up at him, looking up at him through eyes that were so familiar, eyes that would stare up at his own with love from so long ago.
With a sob he gathered the child against his chest, holding the boy close to his heart while the ones he held close there were dead or had gone some place he could not go, not yet. "You shall know, you shall know all of them, Eldarion, this I swear." He held his son, the last link to the world of the elves close.
"So much of that world, and some of my own, which world is yours? A world nearly forgotten by man, yet remembered by one who loved both. I wonder what is going to become of you, as I wonder what is going to become of me. Will we survive, El?"
The boy blinked up at his lazily while his father laughed and answered. "I guess there is no choice now is there. I have to go on for you, and perhaps, yes, for some part for Gondor." The boy curled up to him, his body relaxing and giving into the much needed sleep. "Bored already, you should see the council, El." Aragorn chuckled while he closed his own eyes for a brief nap.
Short I know but let me know what you think. Please review, more reviews, and more chapters. And send some ideas too.